<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939745893101642100</id><updated>2012-02-12T18:35:13.594-05:00</updated><category term='currently'/><category term='ear candy'/><category term='playlists'/><category term='beauty matters'/><category term='tabloid-worthy stuff'/><category term='fashion-istic ponderings'/><category term='magazines'/><category term='daily musings'/><title type='text'>dirty pajamas</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>millicent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196660122998725601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SCoXuFzmlbI/AAAAAAAAAXY/E7XcLTJeb0A/S220/IMG_0225.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939745893101642100.post-8392671874643717526</id><published>2008-07-02T20:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T20:49:28.364-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion-istic ponderings'/><title type='text'>where are the stars tonight?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SGwfzoYPW8I/AAAAAAAAAbs/1ksg839D3UM/s1600-h/teenvogue2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218581040088439746" style="WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px" height="306" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SGwfzoYPW8I/AAAAAAAAAbs/1ksg839D3UM/s320/teenvogue2.jpg" width="192" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SGwf4z8u7mI/AAAAAAAAAb0/YJRegGy8NFQ/s1600-h/teenvogue1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218581129093639778" style="WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px" height="309" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SGwf4z8u7mI/AAAAAAAAAb0/YJRegGy8NFQ/s320/teenvogue1.jpg" width="152" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always influenced by the styles of other people. I go to the usual style blogs, like the facehunter, etc. but I visit teenvogue's snapshot section sometimes, and lately it's been pretty interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939745893101642100-8392671874643717526?l=dirtypajamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/feeds/8392671874643717526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939745893101642100&amp;postID=8392671874643717526&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/8392671874643717526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/8392671874643717526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/2008/07/where-are-stars-tonight.html' title='where are the stars tonight?'/><author><name>millicent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196660122998725601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SCoXuFzmlbI/AAAAAAAAAXY/E7XcLTJeb0A/S220/IMG_0225.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SGwfzoYPW8I/AAAAAAAAAbs/1ksg839D3UM/s72-c/teenvogue2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939745893101642100.post-8382704270188058096</id><published>2008-07-01T19:22:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T19:57:26.672-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tabloid-worthy stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ear candy'/><title type='text'>someday</title><content type='html'>I updated my &lt;a href="http://modernnlove.muxtape.com/"&gt;muxtape&lt;/a&gt; :) I guess you could call it my soundtrack for the summer. So far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218193839271685378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SGq_pk7rrQI/AAAAAAAAAbc/tP10aYx37Vs/s400/toomuchmakeup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;note to self: never abuse make-up. (that's the girl from Danity Kane.) And this whole "dramatic eye" thing is getting old, which is why I love Leighton Meester and her laid-back natural beauty.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218195841959389330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SGrBeJho6JI/AAAAAAAAAbk/1E5yJgfMeYc/s400/leightonm.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aubrey (or whatever her name is) looks like a clown. I just wanna take a wet towel and wipe it down her face while simultaneously taking those overkill fake diamond bangles off her wrists. But i like how she's sticking up her broken middle finger, haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;new music alert: Albert Hammond, Jr. (from the Strokes, which is pretty much my favorite band) has a new album coming out next week. The whole thing can be listened to on &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/alberthammondjr"&gt;myspace&lt;/a&gt; until then.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm leaving for jersey on thursday, I'm both excited and reluctant to leave, but it's only for three days. I want to revitalize myself so this could be the perfect opportunity.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939745893101642100-8382704270188058096?l=dirtypajamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/feeds/8382704270188058096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939745893101642100&amp;postID=8382704270188058096&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/8382704270188058096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/8382704270188058096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-updated-my-muxtape-i-guess-you-could.html' title='someday'/><author><name>millicent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196660122998725601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SCoXuFzmlbI/AAAAAAAAAXY/E7XcLTJeb0A/S220/IMG_0225.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SGq_pk7rrQI/AAAAAAAAAbc/tP10aYx37Vs/s72-c/toomuchmakeup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939745893101642100.post-7274735044803376928</id><published>2008-06-28T22:16:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T00:10:15.908-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tabloid-worthy stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playlists'/><title type='text'>red lights, blue lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SGbxSFnUuSI/AAAAAAAAAbE/15B3dHcDJ3k/s1600-h/wanteddd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217122511402350882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SGbxSFnUuSI/AAAAAAAAAbE/15B3dHcDJ3k/s400/wanteddd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I saw &lt;em&gt;Wanted&lt;/em&gt; and I loved every minute of it. James McAvoy truly is a fine actor, and I've only seen two of his movies (the other being &lt;em&gt;Atonement&lt;/em&gt;) but I always hear nice things about &lt;em&gt;The Last King of Scotland&lt;/em&gt;. I have the dvd so maybe I'll watch it one of these lonely summer nights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I'm sitting here in my den, the house is nearly empty, and the only light spills subtly from a lamp in the far corner of this dimly-lit room. It's Saturday night. Why am I here? My nights are usually quite eventful and end only after 3 a.m., around the time I say goodbye to someone whom my feelings for are stronger than most. I'm confused. Curious. Uncomfortably inquisitive. This is one of those lonely, dreaded summer nights. And yet I'm too anxious to just sit and watch a movie, especially by myself, not when I'm feeling like this.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SGcFKvFXg-I/AAAAAAAAAbM/rj1NnVrISA0/s1600-h/westwick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SGcFKvFXg-I/AAAAAAAAAbM/rj1NnVrISA0/s400/westwick.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217144375327818722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah that's Chuck Bass (a.k.a. Ed Westwick) in an argyle sweater in the summer heat of the Hamptons. Talk about heat. I was watching my friends skate today, and I stood out there in the street for about an hour, in 88 degree heat, wearing minishorts and a sleeveless top. I immediately took a shower when I got home. And he's wearing a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sweater&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://modernnlove.muxtape.com/"&gt;playlist of the week&lt;/a&gt; (it only has two tracks but whatever)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939745893101642100-7274735044803376928?l=dirtypajamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/feeds/7274735044803376928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939745893101642100&amp;postID=7274735044803376928&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/7274735044803376928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/7274735044803376928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/2008/06/red-lights-blue-lights.html' title='red lights, blue lights'/><author><name>millicent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196660122998725601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SCoXuFzmlbI/AAAAAAAAAXY/E7XcLTJeb0A/S220/IMG_0225.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SGbxSFnUuSI/AAAAAAAAAbE/15B3dHcDJ3k/s72-c/wanteddd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939745893101642100.post-1495142629385712476</id><published>2008-06-26T12:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T12:51:59.521-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily musings'/><title type='text'>what ever happened?</title><content type='html'>So it's summer, and having all this free time gives me more time to think. That may be a good thing, and it &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt; be, but my pessimism will only let me process bad thoughts, and I'm constantly reminded of what I don't have rather than what I do have. I don't have a job; I don't have a car; I don't make my own money; I don't even have a true best friend who I can fully trust anymore. And all this negativity just overwhelms me, making it somewhat more difficult to think about what is right in front of me, and what I shouldn't take for granted. Why do I focus on the bad side of things so much? Nobody else seems to care as much as I do, and they live their lives like it's no big deal. I could learn a thing or two from them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939745893101642100-1495142629385712476?l=dirtypajamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/feeds/1495142629385712476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939745893101642100&amp;postID=1495142629385712476&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/1495142629385712476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/1495142629385712476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-ever-happened.html' title='what ever happened?'/><author><name>millicent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196660122998725601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SCoXuFzmlbI/AAAAAAAAAXY/E7XcLTJeb0A/S220/IMG_0225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939745893101642100.post-7142832729008131827</id><published>2008-06-24T12:08:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T12:14:12.428-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ear candy'/><title type='text'>i took my love down to violet hill</title><content type='html'>i love looking at the album covers of my favorite bands. they stray from the typical studio portraits that we see in record stores, emblazoning the albums of pop stars who probably didn't even write their own songs. alternatively, bands opt to brandish their albums with artwork, some more interesting than others. case in point: coldplay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215487173534589266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SGEh85UioVI/AAAAAAAAAas/Fpe8cVdp4F0/s400/coldplayvivalavida.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;there's something about the way "viva la vida" is just splattered in the dead center, while lady liberty leads triumph during the revolution ... it complements the melodies in the tracks, so even if you can't dissect the lyrics, you'll still have some clue as to what they mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215487354361143362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SGEiHa884EI/AAAAAAAAAa8/22mraEbhBKY/s400/coldplayxy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember reading an article about &lt;em&gt;X&amp;amp;Y&lt;/em&gt; when it was released. the writer kept questioning the strange symbols (an alphabet?) that are depicted as random colored squares. what are they, anyway?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215487074874672994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SGEh3JyLx2I/AAAAAAAAAak/wed7f_r6pUY/s400/coldplaymadisonsquare.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;______________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.thefashionspot.com/people-and-places/becoming-a-model-part-4-355"&gt;here's something i've found kind of interesting&lt;/a&gt;. it's a journal by this girl who was just starting out on her journey to becoming a model. with all this talk of unsatisfied models who just want to make a living in a demanding industry, it fits right in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i always knew that the lives of models really aren't all that glamourous and shit, but before reading this, i figured that the agencies would do more to accomodate their models; you know, make them feel comfortable. apparently, that isn't the case.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;photo: justjared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939745893101642100-7142832729008131827?l=dirtypajamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/feeds/7142832729008131827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939745893101642100&amp;postID=7142832729008131827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/7142832729008131827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/7142832729008131827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-love-looking-at-album-covers-of-my.html' title='i took my love down to violet hill'/><author><name>millicent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196660122998725601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SCoXuFzmlbI/AAAAAAAAAXY/E7XcLTJeb0A/S220/IMG_0225.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SGEh85UioVI/AAAAAAAAAas/Fpe8cVdp4F0/s72-c/coldplayvivalavida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939745893101642100.post-92106657173612401</id><published>2008-06-13T11:53:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T10:31:14.339-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magazines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion-istic ponderings'/><title type='text'>who gives a fuck about an oxford comma?</title><content type='html'>Ali Michael first publicly spoke about the pressures she felt to lose weight in the &lt;a href="http://www.teenvogue.com/industry/2008/05/alimichael"&gt;june/july issue of teenvogue&lt;/a&gt;. now, Coco Rocha is &lt;a href="http://http//www.thefashionspot.com/news/cfda-beauty-of-health-panel-317"&gt;following suit&lt;/a&gt;. but even if every other it-girl model speaks out on the subject, would the fashion industry remain the same, or would it finally change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;normally, i don't post covers or editorials of fashion magazines on my blog, strictly because you'll find the same thing on a thousand other blogs -- but this one just screamed for me to showcase it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Velvet -&lt;em&gt; July 2008&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;model:&lt;/em&gt; Tiiu Kuik&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;ph:&lt;/em&gt; Enrique Badulescu &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211401804366388002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SFKeVHMWmyI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/3VHfyoaekds/s400/velvet+.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211401951769716034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="239" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SFKedsUC5UI/AAAAAAAAAaE/YoNlnjElIz0/s400/velvet1.jpg" width="366" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211402052634484210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SFKejkEFHfI/AAAAAAAAAaM/vlHo4fyQ8QY/s400/velvet2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211402127460785106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SFKen60D29I/AAAAAAAAAaU/KdSqjiJb_vo/s400/velvet+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211402214930610434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SFKetAqfeQI/AAAAAAAAAac/WKRcwZk0Lko/s400/velvet+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939745893101642100-92106657173612401?l=dirtypajamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/feeds/92106657173612401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939745893101642100&amp;postID=92106657173612401&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/92106657173612401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/92106657173612401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/2008/06/who-gives-fuck-about-oxford-comma.html' title='who gives a fuck about an oxford comma?'/><author><name>millicent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196660122998725601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SCoXuFzmlbI/AAAAAAAAAXY/E7XcLTJeb0A/S220/IMG_0225.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SFKeVHMWmyI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/3VHfyoaekds/s72-c/velvet+.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939745893101642100.post-3449186421499747374</id><published>2008-06-10T14:33:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T15:06:14.592-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tabloid-worthy stuff'/><title type='text'>BFFs + bromances</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SE7LC2_tD7I/AAAAAAAAAZI/3aAwBVePxb8/s1600-h/brodybromance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210325068897128370" style="WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" height="335" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SE7LC2_tD7I/AAAAAAAAAZI/3aAwBVePxb8/s400/brodybromance.jpg" width="191" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SE7PK2qX9BI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/QFyUdqW0DGg/s1600-h/paris-hilton-bff-castt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210329604293129234" style="WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" height="284" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SE7PK2qX9BI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/QFyUdqW0DGg/s400/paris-hilton-bff-castt.jpg" width="348" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;brody jenner, paris hilton and her potential best friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget dating shows. boyfriends and girlfriends are overrated. pfft. how about shows where you can just be best friends instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure, the idea sounds crap. but hey, whatever works for good television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earlier this year, Paris Hilton announced that she's working on "Paris Hilton's My New BFF," in which she'll embark on a search for a new best friend. and earlier this week, Brody Jenner announced that he's looking for a bromance. what's next? "Heidi Montag Needs New Friends"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, i don't think Hollywood would be the same without Paris. her matchy outfits and desperate need for attention actually kind of keep things interesting. (and she's not pregnant, as she was seen drinking and wearing an uber-tight belt around her waist in vegas -- way to prove the tabloids wrong, Paris)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;photos: just jared, paris hilton online&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939745893101642100-3449186421499747374?l=dirtypajamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/feeds/3449186421499747374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939745893101642100&amp;postID=3449186421499747374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/3449186421499747374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/3449186421499747374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/2008/06/bffs-bromances.html' title='BFFs + bromances'/><author><name>millicent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196660122998725601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SCoXuFzmlbI/AAAAAAAAAXY/E7XcLTJeb0A/S220/IMG_0225.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SE7LC2_tD7I/AAAAAAAAAZI/3aAwBVePxb8/s72-c/brodybromance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939745893101642100.post-1223962016685992162</id><published>2008-06-09T19:15:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T12:57:13.370-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty matters'/><title type='text'>narcissism at its best</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"beauty is observing the change in colors throughout the seasons."&lt;/em&gt; - gucci westman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my mind has always been affixed to beauty. it's a component of fashion, the icing on the cake. take a moment to ponder: would John Galliano's shows still be as eye-catching as they are now, if the models weren't sporting theatrical hairstyles or exaggerated makeup on the runway? and what's a color aficionado, i.e. Jeffree Star, to do without her (or his) shocking pink blush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210287835761932178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SE6pLmwg95I/AAAAAAAAAZA/JZAv76yb_AI/s400/jeffree+star.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;jeffree star, myspace pin-up queen and manic panic advocate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;people of past generations famously argue that beauty is to be admired, to be taken in and cherished, before it's gone. but even so, with all my fascination surrounding the subject, you'd think i'd actually take their advice. let me fill you in on this: i have trouble remembering advice when i need it the most. i say i live the moment, embracing what is around me, but in actuality i'm busy repeating thoughts to myself, self-conscious, yet subconsciously acting as the anti-narcissist (or does that make me a narcissist?).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;maybe i'll take another look around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;meanwhile, &lt;a href="http://vmagazine.com/article.php?n=346&amp;amp;p=1"&gt;look at this&lt;/a&gt; and try not to drool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939745893101642100-1223962016685992162?l=dirtypajamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/feeds/1223962016685992162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939745893101642100&amp;postID=1223962016685992162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/1223962016685992162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/1223962016685992162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/2008/06/narcissism-at-its-best.html' title='narcissism at its best'/><author><name>millicent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196660122998725601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SCoXuFzmlbI/AAAAAAAAAXY/E7XcLTJeb0A/S220/IMG_0225.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SE6pLmwg95I/AAAAAAAAAZA/JZAv76yb_AI/s72-c/jeffree+star.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939745893101642100.post-8309516849110826919</id><published>2008-06-08T21:53:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T23:29:00.967-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tabloid-worthy stuff'/><title type='text'>show me how you do that trick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;it's that time of year: the sweaty, salty stench of your skin fills the air as you unsuccessfully try to towel off the sand from your ankles and feet, aiming to keep your friend's car as sand-free as possible, only to leave traces of it on the floor and on the passenger seat. you were just trying to get some sun before your friend had to head off to work. quite ridiculous in this 99-degree, 12 o'clock heat, though, isn't it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess you could say i had a rough morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see, i haven't exactly paid attention to the temperature lately. it's more of a what-you-see-is-what-you-get kind of thing -- i peek out the window, and if it's not raining, i'll look up; if i see a cloudless and sunlit sky, then i'll assume that the high for the day is probably around seventy-five, eighty tops. you know ... typical, favorable beach weather. thirty minutes later, i feel a hint of misery as i lay directly in the path of the sun's scorching heat. blinded by the sunlight, i close my eyes in the hopes of taking a nap -- no such luck. the sunlight still seeps through my eyelids. suddenly it feels like we're being chased by a fire-breathing monster (except he doesn't just breathe it, he radiates it), so we look for shelter ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we'd left an hour earlier than we'd planned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;according to gossip blogs, this chick is pregnant: (see &lt;a href="http://justjared.buzznet.com/2008/06/05/paris-hilton-baby-bump/"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SEycPEwLx-I/AAAAAAAAAY4/Md18YiU4SZs/s1600-h/parisss.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SEycPEwLx-I/AAAAAAAAAY4/Md18YiU4SZs/s400/parisss.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209710651748632546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;personally, i don't believe it. thin girls get bloated sometimes. i do, especially after a big meal. rude, much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939745893101642100-8309516849110826919?l=dirtypajamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/feeds/8309516849110826919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939745893101642100&amp;postID=8309516849110826919&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/8309516849110826919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/8309516849110826919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-that-time-of-year-sweaty-salty.html' title='show me how you do that trick'/><author><name>millicent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196660122998725601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SCoXuFzmlbI/AAAAAAAAAXY/E7XcLTJeb0A/S220/IMG_0225.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SEycPEwLx-I/AAAAAAAAAY4/Md18YiU4SZs/s72-c/parisss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939745893101642100.post-3922052452185205303</id><published>2008-06-04T18:56:00.019-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T21:51:56.789-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magazines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion-istic ponderings'/><title type='text'>with birds i share this lonely view</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;another reason to love new york: topshop. it should be open by the end of the year. i can't wait =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like the resort collections just swept by. i didn't even know they'd started until a week after Chanel showed. but Stella McCartney did the best, no surprise there. here's proof:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SEcgYK3VlSI/AAAAAAAAAYg/V_FC4FpplQ0/s1600-h/stella2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208167093682672930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SEcgYK3VlSI/AAAAAAAAAYg/V_FC4FpplQ0/s320/stella2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SEcgHa3VlRI/AAAAAAAAAYY/Q1yIk8WK45M/s1600-h/stella1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208166805919864082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SEcgHa3VlRI/AAAAAAAAAYY/Q1yIk8WK45M/s320/stella1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;season after season, i find myself wishing i could get my hands on Stella's entire collection. i even want the random pink flower in the model's hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208170645620626754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SEcjm63VlUI/AAAAAAAAAYw/yfAbDh6YZFk/s400/gq+style+italy3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;wouldn't it be nice if american mainstream magazine covers looked like this? (it's GQ Style Italy)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;on a more random note, i think i'm in need of more friends who are girls; i'm sick of hanging out with guys all the time. i've been around guys my whole life -- i have two older brothers, and they often bring their friends to the house (i even consider one of them another older brother to me). i think it benefits me, though, because i'm not as prissy as some other girls. i wear clothes like four or five times before washing them, and i never brush my hair. i like action movies, and i actually know some things about cars. i know what guys like and don't like. i know what makes a guy complain about his girlfriend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but nevertheless, it would be a pleasant change to go shopping and actually take my time, especially in sephora.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939745893101642100-3922052452185205303?l=dirtypajamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/feeds/3922052452185205303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939745893101642100&amp;postID=3922052452185205303&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/3922052452185205303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/3922052452185205303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/2008/06/with-birds-i-share-this-lonely-view.html' title='with birds i share this lonely view'/><author><name>millicent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196660122998725601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SCoXuFzmlbI/AAAAAAAAAXY/E7XcLTJeb0A/S220/IMG_0225.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SEcgYK3VlSI/AAAAAAAAAYg/V_FC4FpplQ0/s72-c/stella2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939745893101642100.post-1467916406659709514</id><published>2008-06-03T16:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T16:17:41.975-04:00</updated><title type='text'>r.i.p.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;yves saint laurent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1936 - 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939745893101642100-1467916406659709514?l=dirtypajamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/1467916406659709514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/1467916406659709514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/2008/06/rip.html' title='r.i.p.'/><author><name>millicent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196660122998725601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SCoXuFzmlbI/AAAAAAAAAXY/E7XcLTJeb0A/S220/IMG_0225.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939745893101642100.post-664147650596832953</id><published>2008-05-31T22:52:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T21:50:08.198-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tabloid-worthy stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ear candy'/><title type='text'>the temperature's too hot for tea</title><content type='html'>i'm sure you know agyness deyn. you know, that british model with the blonde pixie cut who likes to mismatch her clothes? she's done a collaboration with &lt;a href="http://thefiveoclockheroes.com/"&gt;the five o'clock heroes;&lt;/a&gt; her voice isn't bad, and it's surprisingly quite relaxing to listen to. the video for the song, called "Who," &lt;a href="http://www.adamneustadter.com/work/who_web.mov"&gt;can be watched here.&lt;/a&gt; the artist behind aggy's make-up is a genius.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SELmcN6xiHI/AAAAAAAAAYI/wHxW56k8Ft8/s1600-h/fiveoclockheroes"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SELmcN6xiHI/AAAAAAAAAYI/wHxW56k8Ft8/s400/fiveoclockheroes" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206977491640617074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SELmn96xiII/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Nalv6xle8vY/s1600-h/aggy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SELmn96xiII/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Nalv6xle8vY/s400/aggy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206977693504080002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;models-of-the-moment seem to be digging indie bands these days (or vice versa). i'm enjoying it, actually. i wonder who's next? coco rocha, showing off her moves alongside, say, MGMT, maybe? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then there's the supermodel + movie thing. heather, john, josh, and i saw "The Strangers" the other night. waste of $8; not because of gemma ward, who plays a dollface-masked serial killer (or stranger, rather), but because of the movie itself. i would have at least been satisfied with an explanation as to what was going on in the plot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as i was dressing up before i left, though, i realized that i haven't been shopping lately; i like wearing a variety of tops and shoes, and for the past month or so i've been in a rut. i've been living in gray tees and neutral-colored shorts that shrink in the laundry. hopefully, tomorrow will be a nice change since my mom is taking me shopping. stocking up on swimsuits is at the top of my list. it's not even summer yet, and i've hit the beach almost every single day for the past two weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love the sand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love the water, no matter how dirty it may be -- but i hate when girls complain about it. the ocean will never be clean. too bad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love busting my ass whenever i try to skimboard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love surf culture and music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fuck, i'm gonna buy a house on the beach one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939745893101642100-664147650596832953?l=dirtypajamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/feeds/664147650596832953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939745893101642100&amp;postID=664147650596832953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/664147650596832953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/664147650596832953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/2008/05/temperatures-too-hot-for-tea.html' title='the temperature&apos;s too hot for tea'/><author><name>millicent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196660122998725601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SCoXuFzmlbI/AAAAAAAAAXY/E7XcLTJeb0A/S220/IMG_0225.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SELmcN6xiHI/AAAAAAAAAYI/wHxW56k8Ft8/s72-c/fiveoclockheroes' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939745893101642100.post-8122052579462009674</id><published>2008-05-25T17:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T21:47:22.095-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tabloid-worthy stuff'/><title type='text'>i smell sex and candy</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204073281999702098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SDiVE96xiFI/AAAAAAAAAX4/J4uv8FLMpe0/s400/behatiandthevirginss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so who's the party girl who messes with the boys in the bar in The Virgins' new video for "Rich Girls," teasing them in Agent Provacateur lingerie? behati prinsloo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;word is that victoria's secret is trying to make her the new Gisele, however odd that may be. she's only a Pink model, and she's not an Angel, so maybe the rumors are just rumors. and i thought Miranda Kerr was Gisele's replacement? who knows, we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204374509531007074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SDmnCt6xiGI/AAAAAAAAAYA/9jJdBgLLaHs/s400/behatiandthevirginss2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just visited the doctor a while ago and found out that i have strep throat. i had plans for tonight and tomorrow, but my mom keeps telling me to stay home, because it's contagious. the weather is gorgeous, the best it's been in nearly two weeks, and i'm staying in. i have the strongest urge to sip on iced tea while laying back in a lounge chair on the balcony of one of those houses on the beach. not to mention that the sun sets in an hour or two, and i love the sky during twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet here i am, talking about behati prinsloo. i don't even have any music playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;photos: fashionologie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939745893101642100-8122052579462009674?l=dirtypajamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/feeds/8122052579462009674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939745893101642100&amp;postID=8122052579462009674&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/8122052579462009674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/8122052579462009674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-smell-sex-and-candy.html' title='i smell sex and candy'/><author><name>millicent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196660122998725601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SCoXuFzmlbI/AAAAAAAAAXY/E7XcLTJeb0A/S220/IMG_0225.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SDiVE96xiFI/AAAAAAAAAX4/J4uv8FLMpe0/s72-c/behatiandthevirginss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939745893101642100.post-26522813612367402</id><published>2008-05-18T15:52:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T21:40:45.893-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty matters'/><title type='text'>it leans on me like a rootless tree</title><content type='html'>counting, counting, counting ... there's been a lot of that lately. counting down the days left until summer, the amount of money that i owe to my friends -- thankfully just a couple bucks, the number of times that i've gone to the beach this past week, the pairs of sandals that i could wear in the summer heat. the days since i last spoke to &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;, who i probably let down. the things that i could have done different. the number of people who are slowly coming in to my life, and yet quickly walking out. i thought april showers were supposed to bring may flowers? the tulips in my mom's garden have hardly started to bloom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201820801403622866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SDCUdVzmldI/AAAAAAAAAXo/w-CRoFv-ebE/s400/daddadfa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;prom night was alright, i wouldn't say it was as memorable as it could have been, since the dance itself could have been way better, but my friends and i were definitely some of the best dressed people there (hey i can be conceited, right?). i'd feel really weird showing off pictures of my friends here when they don't even know i have a blog, so i won't post any (until i change my mind, at least). i'll tell you this though: our party bus -- not limo, but &lt;em&gt;party bus&lt;/em&gt; -- was pretty fuckin' sweet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the chaffeur took out the pole though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and after some consideration and taking in your input on whether i should go dramatic or simple-and-sweet in regards to my makeup for prom, i was torn between the two, so i went with a look that was very similar to amber heard's, sans the red lipstick, which i replaced with a peachy nude lip gloss. i had to compromise somehow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/26522813612367402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/26522813612367402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-leans-on-me-like-rootless-tree.html' title='it leans on me like a rootless tree'/><author><name>millicent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196660122998725601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SCoXuFzmlbI/AAAAAAAAAXY/E7XcLTJeb0A/S220/IMG_0225.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SDCUdVzmldI/AAAAAAAAAXo/w-CRoFv-ebE/s72-c/daddadfa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939745893101642100.post-3842996372860131883</id><published>2008-05-13T17:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T17:48:06.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>once again, sorry for the lack of updates, it's almost the end of my junior year and so many things have come up, including prom, exams, summer job hunting, coughPARTIEScough and all that good stuff. and i'll be taking the SATs in june so i have study for that.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, i will update this later on tonight or tomorrow =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939745893101642100-3842996372860131883?l=dirtypajamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/feeds/3842996372860131883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939745893101642100&amp;postID=3842996372860131883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/3842996372860131883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/3842996372860131883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/2008/05/once-again-sorry-for-lack-of-updates.html' title=''/><author><name>millicent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196660122998725601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SCoXuFzmlbI/AAAAAAAAAXY/E7XcLTJeb0A/S220/IMG_0225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939745893101642100.post-5886541667774099022</id><published>2008-04-29T15:15:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T21:43:01.735-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magazines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tabloid-worthy stuff'/><title type='text'>i've never read rolling stone</title><content type='html'>who watched gossip girl last night? who else is psyched about nate+vanessa?! i don't know how the story goes in the books but i really like what's happening. i watched the next-week-preview at the end, and apparently someone really DOES turn gay, i wonder who?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my A.B.S dress ended up not fitting, and they ran out of my size on bluefly so i had to return it and get a different dress. it's still white and it still goes above the knee, except it has chiffon and there are silver sequins on the top. i went to Bakers at the mall and bought some light pink metallic sandals to go with it. i know it's flashy, but hey -- it's prom. everyone's going to look flashy, it's inevitable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SBd-gdOjRPI/AAAAAAAAAXI/TU20MwvieDo/s1600-h/group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SBd-gdOjRPI/AAAAAAAAAXI/TU20MwvieDo/s400/group.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194759791261730034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;bet you didn't expect that. it's the girls from the Hills that we all know and love, next to heidi, who looks like a pornstar. boob job much? lauren and audrina always have such nice glowing tans though, i'm jealous =|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SBd_hNOjRQI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/EjfTFLUpq8w/s1600-h/rollingstone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SBd_hNOjRQI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/EjfTFLUpq8w/s400/rollingstone.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194760903658259714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;things i love about The Hills:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;- audrina (who also happens to be the only brunette on the show)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;- how whitney doesn't ever take part in any of the drama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- spencer and heidi fighting all the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- lauren's hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- how everyone and their mother watches this show (it shouldn't even be called a guilty pleasure anymore)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by the way, thanks for your input on prom hair and makeup - i'm going with the wavy hair and natural-ish makeup =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;photos: rolling stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939745893101642100-5886541667774099022?l=dirtypajamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/feeds/5886541667774099022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939745893101642100&amp;postID=5886541667774099022&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/5886541667774099022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/5886541667774099022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/2008/04/who-watched-gossip-girl-last-night-who.html' title='i&apos;ve never read rolling stone'/><author><name>millicent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196660122998725601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SCoXuFzmlbI/AAAAAAAAAXY/E7XcLTJeb0A/S220/IMG_0225.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SBd-gdOjRPI/AAAAAAAAAXI/TU20MwvieDo/s72-c/group.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939745893101642100.post-1524406002927973382</id><published>2008-04-27T21:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T21:01:16.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am so so soo sorry for the lack of updates. it's been like what, 2 weeks? i promise i'll write something soon =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939745893101642100-1524406002927973382?l=dirtypajamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/feeds/1524406002927973382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939745893101642100&amp;postID=1524406002927973382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/1524406002927973382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/1524406002927973382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-am-so-so-soo-sorry-for-lack-of.html' title=''/><author><name>millicent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196660122998725601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SCoXuFzmlbI/AAAAAAAAAXY/E7XcLTJeb0A/S220/IMG_0225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939745893101642100.post-2632284761180683550</id><published>2008-04-14T18:42:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T21:51:56.790-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion-istic ponderings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty matters'/><title type='text'>shadowplay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SAPffMwcd3I/AAAAAAAAAWw/tWo1TaX86s4/s1600-h/dressandshoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand; height:200px" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SAPffMwcd3I/AAAAAAAAAWw/tWo1TaX86s4/s400/dressandshoes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189236922754299762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i've got the dress (by a.b.s.), the shoes (from bakers), the date (who's really cute), the dinner and afterparty plans, and whatever else there is all down. there are two things missing there, though: my hair and my makeup (for which i've hunted down countless photos of people with similar looks as me, namely the long, wavy dark hair and tan skin, i.e. vanessa hudgens and miranda kerr ... because i'm a dork) and i'm torn between wearing my hair straight or wavy, and my makeup neutral or dramatic. i know it's stupid, and prom is still like 3 and a half weeks away so i have plenty of time to decide, but i'm one of those people who like to know every single detail (perfectionist much?). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need a second opinion, care to help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;makeup: pick a number&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b9/agendaa/makeup4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 330px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b9/agendaa/makeup4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hair: pick one (sorry i forgot to number them, oh well)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SAPqgcwcd5I/AAAAAAAAAXA/yKnIZ7UP4X4/s1600-h/hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SAPqgcwcd5I/AAAAAAAAAXA/yKnIZ7UP4X4/s400/hair.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189249038857041810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;photos: bluefly, style, bakers, vanessa hudgens fansite, miranda kerr fansite, asos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939745893101642100-2632284761180683550?l=dirtypajamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/feeds/2632284761180683550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939745893101642100&amp;postID=2632284761180683550&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/2632284761180683550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/2632284761180683550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/2008/04/junior-prom-dilemma.html' title='shadowplay'/><author><name>millicent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196660122998725601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SCoXuFzmlbI/AAAAAAAAAXY/E7XcLTJeb0A/S220/IMG_0225.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SAPffMwcd3I/AAAAAAAAAWw/tWo1TaX86s4/s72-c/dressandshoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939745893101642100.post-6280219317821334862</id><published>2008-04-08T16:34:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T21:49:06.068-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magazines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tabloid-worthy stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ear candy'/><title type='text'>shakedown 1979 ... cool kids never have the time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;a couple of things that i don't quite understand:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R_wcI98W8xI/AAAAAAAAAWI/4i7ZmCP_4e4/s1600-h/5things.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R_wcI98W8xI/AAAAAAAAAWI/4i7ZmCP_4e4/s400/5things.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187051811216225042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. high-waisted pants. they're overdone, and only a few people know how to make them look good anymore ... but mischa pulls it off pretty well in that picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. bags of chips. they're not filling, they're salty and sometimes even greasy, i hate the sound they make when people chew them, and there are loads of things that taste better and are healthier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. using &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;violence&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;protest the 2008 olympics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. really thin, overplucked eyebrows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Chace Crawford's and Carrie Underwood's "gossip girl"-style break up (it was via text message)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the old CBGB bar/club/venue is looking good again. John Varvatos turned it into his new store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/5007/cbgbmontagefp7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/5007/cbgbmontagefp7.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;he kept the graffiti on the walls and the posters are still up, which adds to the vintage feel of the place. supposedly, he promised to do justice to CBGB's legacy, and i think he did a pretty good job, judging from the picture. i wonder if he kept anything else from the original space.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img width="380" src="http://img86.imageshack.us/img86/2963/kristenbellvanityfair01rq4.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;and how quaint that i mention '40s glamour in my last post and this photo (from the new &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vanity Fair&lt;/span&gt;) of Kristen Bell pops up. i like the hair, the bathing suit, the shoes, the adornments, the pose, etc., it's a lovely shot.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;CHECK OUT MY &lt;a href="http://modernnlove.muxtape.com/"&gt;MUXTAPE&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939745893101642100-6280219317821334862?l=dirtypajamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/feeds/6280219317821334862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939745893101642100&amp;postID=6280219317821334862&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/6280219317821334862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/6280219317821334862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/2008/04/couple-of-things-that-i-dont-quite.html' title='shakedown 1979 ... cool kids never have the time'/><author><name>millicent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196660122998725601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SCoXuFzmlbI/AAAAAAAAAXY/E7XcLTJeb0A/S220/IMG_0225.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R_wcI98W8xI/AAAAAAAAAWI/4i7ZmCP_4e4/s72-c/5things.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939745893101642100.post-6271152469542274189</id><published>2008-04-05T12:28:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T21:51:56.792-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion-istic ponderings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty matters'/><title type='text'>a cloudy saturday afternoon</title><content type='html'>spring's off to a decent start, its been a bit rainy lately (bad) but i haven't had to wear a jacket or a hoodie in a while (good). it's not at all humid and the breeze doesn't flow too soft or too hard. the weather's near perfect right now. and i've had a good week. i went to target to see if they had any of the jovovich-hawk peasant tops in stock, which they didn't except for one in a size L, but i still bought a pair of blue acid-wash drainpipes that only cost $20. acid-wash jeans are that kind of thing that are a hit or a miss ... in this case, they're a hit, and they're comfy, too. then my mom and i decided to cruise on over to a discount store and i scored &lt;a href="http://www.sephora.com/browse/product.jhtml?id=P193922&amp;amp;shouldPaginate=true&amp;amp;categoryId=4225"&gt;this too faced make-up palette&lt;/a&gt; for like, $7. i also got my driver's license =D but nope, no car yet.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i love how the transition between winter and spring brings warm days with cool winds, and i can drink hot tea and eat an ice cold mint chocolate chip sundae in like the same hour, without feeling like its too cold or too warm for either of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've also watched Hollywoodland, the Black Dahlia, and Atonement (after reading the book ... it was depressing, i even cried a little, and i don't ever cry over books) and i realized how much i love the glamour of the '40s, the red lips and the winged liner and the deeply parted hair, and i understand Gwen Stefani's obsession with that era. you know, a lot of celebrities are following suit, i.e. Christina, Scarlett, etc. but still, Gwen does it best. looks like some designers are with me (and said celebrities):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R_e31N8W8wI/AAAAAAAAAWA/2duKZmGhIqg/s1600-h/lajsdkx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R_e31N8W8wI/AAAAAAAAAWA/2duKZmGhIqg/s400/lajsdkx.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185815620844188418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;betsey johnson, christian lacroix - both fall '08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ideas for prom. sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939745893101642100-6271152469542274189?l=dirtypajamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/feeds/6271152469542274189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939745893101642100&amp;postID=6271152469542274189&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/6271152469542274189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/6271152469542274189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/2008/04/springs-off-to-decent-start-its-been.html' title='a cloudy saturday afternoon'/><author><name>millicent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196660122998725601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SCoXuFzmlbI/AAAAAAAAAXY/E7XcLTJeb0A/S220/IMG_0225.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R_e31N8W8wI/AAAAAAAAAWA/2duKZmGhIqg/s72-c/lajsdkx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939745893101642100.post-6211327215521042358</id><published>2008-03-31T20:10:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T10:48:33.968-04:00</updated><title type='text'>kate vs. lily vs. agyness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i see a resemblance here:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R_Kpvt8W8rI/AAAAAAAAAVU/kTtuJam708U/s1600-h/kateandlily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R_Kpvt8W8rI/AAAAAAAAAVU/kTtuJam708U/s400/kateandlily.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184392758308565682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kate bosworth, lily donaldson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;anyone else see it too? like seriously, their profiles are exactly the same, even their noses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i love lily's laid back style and that worn-in leather jacket she always has on; unlike some top models of the moment, she actually deserves to be called one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img391.imageshack.us/img391/4008/lilycollagehw1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://img391.imageshack.us/img391/4008/lilycollagehw1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;models' styles are always either &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a)&lt;/span&gt; simple, classy, and effortlessly chic, like Lily's or Raquel Zimmermann's, or &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;b)&lt;/span&gt; unusual and sometimes make you wonder what the fuck they're wearing and why, like Agyness Deyn's. her outfits are horrendous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish they'd wear more colors though...at least agyness's got that one down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939745893101642100-6211327215521042358?l=dirtypajamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/feeds/6211327215521042358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939745893101642100&amp;postID=6211327215521042358&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/6211327215521042358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/6211327215521042358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/2008/03/sorry-for-lack-of-updates-been-busy.html' title='kate vs. lily vs. agyness'/><author><name>millicent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196660122998725601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SCoXuFzmlbI/AAAAAAAAAXY/E7XcLTJeb0A/S220/IMG_0225.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R_Kpvt8W8rI/AAAAAAAAAVU/kTtuJam708U/s72-c/kateandlily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939745893101642100.post-1646711853877212436</id><published>2008-03-26T11:09:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T21:40:45.894-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='currently'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty matters'/><title type='text'>currently...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;craving: &lt;/span&gt;a green tea frappuccino. i haven't had one in months. i'm in withdrawal. seriously.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R-pndN8W8oI/AAAAAAAAAU8/g7pnVFPuBzA/s1600-h/greenfrap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R-pndN8W8oI/AAAAAAAAAU8/g7pnVFPuBzA/s400/greenfrap.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182068072899867266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;admiring:&lt;/span&gt; spring beauty. light pinks and corals replace the deep red lip colors of fall, yet the winehouse-esque winged liner is still lingering; but overall, a neutral palette with natural, tousled, i-just-rolled-out-of-bed hair looks best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R-pnvN8W8pI/AAAAAAAAAVE/6hP-OyTv4tI/s1600-h/beauty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R-pnvN8W8pI/AAAAAAAAAVE/6hP-OyTv4tI/s400/beauty.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182068382137512594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R-pnvN8W8pI/AAAAAAAAAVE/6hP-OyTv4tI/s1600-h/beauty.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wanting: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;clear, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;plastic sunglasses. the PVC/plastic/lucite trend's seen an array of accessories, from bangles to bags to shoes, but never sunglasses! while all those other clear accessories were just mere fads of the season (which is, thankfully, over), sunglasses with translucent frames have the potential to be actual timeless, classic closet staples. and they don't look tacky. tom ford is at the top of my list, so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R-pq0t8W8qI/AAAAAAAAAVM/gJ6B75GkqQU/s1600-h/tomfordshit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R-pq0t8W8qI/AAAAAAAAAVM/gJ6B75GkqQU/s400/tomfordshit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182071775161676450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;photos: style, neiman marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939745893101642100-1646711853877212436?l=dirtypajamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/feeds/1646711853877212436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939745893101642100&amp;postID=1646711853877212436&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/1646711853877212436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/1646711853877212436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/2008/03/currently_26.html' title='currently...'/><author><name>millicent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196660122998725601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SCoXuFzmlbI/AAAAAAAAAXY/E7XcLTJeb0A/S220/IMG_0225.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R-pndN8W8oI/AAAAAAAAAU8/g7pnVFPuBzA/s72-c/greenfrap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939745893101642100.post-3398361264694935373</id><published>2008-03-22T19:04:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T21:51:56.792-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion-istic ponderings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tabloid-worthy stuff'/><title type='text'>a restaurant dilemma, bad hair, and a maltepoo</title><content type='html'>spring break is here! unfortunately, my brother just left about a minute ago to go to Hooters with a friend and i didn't know that he was going, and i really want some wings; but tomorrow is Easter, which means that my family and i, and some friends, will be having brunch somewhere with really good food. P.F. Chang's, perhaps? whatever the deal is, i know exactly what i'll be wearing: a light, lavender cotton mini-dress, a black leather jacket, and brown strappy sandals.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a few hits from this past week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R-WT6N8W8jI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Z2ywYpaMcn4/s1600-h/laurenblakevanessa.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R-WT6N8W8jI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Z2ywYpaMcn4/s400/laurenblakevanessa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180709574744142386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lauren conrad, blake lively, vanessa hudgens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and speaking of mini-dresses, i would love to raid Lauren's closet. i don't think i've really disliked any dress she's worn yet. Blake/Serena's looking pretty cheesy, and the schoolgirl uniform isn't new to any of us, except for the bright red, slouchy boots. while i wish i had a pair like that, it would be pretty senseless to invest in one now, all things considered. but isn't her maltepoo (the dog) adorable? and lastly, Vanessa's getting more and more effortlessly chic every time i see a picture of her, and i love her jacket+scarf combo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but enough of the good stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R-Wayd8W8kI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Mu4YZ7um8fk/s1600-h/beckhamleto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R-Wayd8W8kI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Mu4YZ7um8fk/s400/beckhamleto.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180717138181550658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;according to the new Marc Jacobs ad, Victoria Beckham wouldn't look good with a short fringe, complete with a bow. and for his new movie, Chapter 27, Jared Leto gained so much weight that he kind of looks like Perez Hilton in the poster. the movie is about the murder of John Lennon, and even though it also stars Lindsay Lohan, it looks promising.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;photos: justjared.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939745893101642100-3398361264694935373?l=dirtypajamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/feeds/3398361264694935373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939745893101642100&amp;postID=3398361264694935373&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/3398361264694935373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/3398361264694935373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring-break-is-here-unfortunately-my.html' title='a restaurant dilemma, bad hair, and a maltepoo'/><author><name>millicent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196660122998725601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SCoXuFzmlbI/AAAAAAAAAXY/E7XcLTJeb0A/S220/IMG_0225.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R-WT6N8W8jI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Z2ywYpaMcn4/s72-c/laurenblakevanessa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939745893101642100.post-4728555589306277813</id><published>2008-03-19T14:53:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T21:50:08.199-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tabloid-worthy stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ear candy'/><title type='text'>you ain't born typical</title><content type='html'>you may have heard of The Kills. you may have seen the cover for their recently released album, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Midnight Boom&lt;/span&gt;, on the sidebar of this blog, where it stayed for a couple weeks. you may have read about them in magazine issues from last month, namely Nylon or maybe Spin, where they promoted their new record. you may have listened to one of their songs, maybe their hit "U.R.A Fever," which i can't get enough of. and if you haven't, then you're missing out.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R-FiRN8W8YI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Xqf9-AbauxQ/s1600-h/32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R-FiRN8W8YI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Xqf9-AbauxQ/s400/32.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179529094392902018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R-Fi5d8W8ZI/AAAAAAAAATA/OfiEUBj2RRU/s1600-h/74.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0px auto 10px; height:260px; text-align:;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R-Fi5d8W8ZI/AAAAAAAAATA/OfiEUBj2RRU/s320/74.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179529785882636690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R-FjDd8W8aI/AAAAAAAAATI/x7cJTfuTz-g/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="height:283px; cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R-FjDd8W8aI/AAAAAAAAATI/x7cJTfuTz-g/s320/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179529957681328546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;the Kills are Alison Mosshart and Jamie Hince, better known as VV and Hotel, and they're pretty much two musical geniuses based in London; not to mention that they're style is killer. think pointed black boots, worn-out skinny jeans, black blazers, and hair that looks like it hadn't been cared for in a while.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;just a few reasons why they're my latest musical infatuation.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;check out their video for "U.R.A Fever," you're sure to fall in love.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w3fZP7QC4PE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w3fZP7QC4PE&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and according to &lt;a href="http://laragmag.com/"&gt;L.A. rag mag&lt;/a&gt;, Hince is engaged to cokehead-fashionista-pothead-supermodel Kate Moss&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R-GXx98W8dI/AAAAAAAAATg/0pCvsw4NaFs/s1600-h/436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R-GXx98W8dI/AAAAAAAAATg/0pCvsw4NaFs/s400/436.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179587931149890002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even though she's so obviously shitfaced in the above picture, she still looks at least half decent. better than she was in the Pete Doherty days, at least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939745893101642100-4728555589306277813?l=dirtypajamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/feeds/4728555589306277813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939745893101642100&amp;postID=4728555589306277813&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/4728555589306277813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/4728555589306277813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-aint-born-typical.html' title='you ain&apos;t born typical'/><author><name>millicent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196660122998725601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SCoXuFzmlbI/AAAAAAAAAXY/E7XcLTJeb0A/S220/IMG_0225.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R-FiRN8W8YI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Xqf9-AbauxQ/s72-c/32.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939745893101642100.post-3481890520819464994</id><published>2008-03-13T19:13:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T21:47:22.096-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='currently'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tabloid-worthy stuff'/><title type='text'>currently...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wanting:&lt;/span&gt; another light, airy dress and a sweet little romper.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R9xxPZDp5wI/AAAAAAAAASg/y4eKBxOo2uI/s1600-h/sdklfj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R9xxPZDp5wI/AAAAAAAAASg/y4eKBxOo2uI/s400/sdklfj.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178138180807419650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i often see in spring fashion spreads some girls running around on a beach or an open field, with barefeet and windblown hair and a short, flowy dress, looking like they couldn't be happier, and sadly i haven't been able to do that yet. so i have an idea/goal this season: whenever i go the beach, i'm wearing a dress and i'm gonna run around like a crazy person (shoes optional).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;impatiently waiting for:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gossip girl&lt;/span&gt; to go back on the air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R91GA5Dp5xI/AAAAAAAAASo/a7yY-_IeAkw/s1600-h/gossip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R91GA5Dp5xI/AAAAAAAAASo/a7yY-_IeAkw/s400/gossip.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178372127676032786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;spotted: the cast of my favorite show on the streets of the upper east side, wearing what looked like prep school uniforms, and sitting on those foldable chairs that they have on sets ... which can only mean one thing: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gossip girl&lt;/span&gt; is back! mark your calendars. april 21st.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thinking:&lt;/span&gt; why, madonna, why?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R91HZJDp5yI/AAAAAAAAASw/sDZkMWIY1x8/s1600-h/madonna-hard-candy-album-cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R91HZJDp5yI/AAAAAAAAASw/sDZkMWIY1x8/s400/madonna-hard-candy-album-cover.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178373643799488290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sure, she looks good, but don't forget that she's old enough to be a grandmother, and she writes books for children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps: this is a new blog feature!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(and sorry for the lack of updates lately, i've been busy and time seems to fly by faster, thanks to daylight savings. i hate setting my clock forward. it totally ruined my week, i'll tell you that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;photos: just jared, whowhatweardaily, urban outfitters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939745893101642100-3481890520819464994?l=dirtypajamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/feeds/3481890520819464994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939745893101642100&amp;postID=3481890520819464994&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/3481890520819464994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/3481890520819464994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/2008/03/currently.html' title='currently...'/><author><name>millicent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196660122998725601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SCoXuFzmlbI/AAAAAAAAAXY/E7XcLTJeb0A/S220/IMG_0225.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R9xxPZDp5wI/AAAAAAAAASg/y4eKBxOo2uI/s72-c/sdklfj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939745893101642100.post-3469142863973901057</id><published>2008-03-10T15:26:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T21:50:08.199-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tabloid-worthy stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ear candy'/><title type='text'>irina l. + sean l.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;remember back when we first started hearing about Irina Lazareanu and Sean Lennon writing/singing a song together? i might be late, but i've just now heard it. the song, called "Strange Places," really had my hopes up that it would be this great song, having heard about Irina's work with Babyshambles. the guitar riff is really good (must be those Beatles genes), as is the melody, and Irina's voice is somewhat reminiscent of Mazzy Star. at least to me, it is. overall, it's a nice song. could be teeny bit better though ... maybe its just the shitty quality of this youtube "video" though?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that would make her the 394579th model to try singing or acting after modelling...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eihwjGlYhbo"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eihwjGlYhbo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a little photo-op with the man himself (lol):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R9WYnJDp5sI/AAAAAAAAASA/DNWT2WPFKSI/s1600-h/ilazareanu_08feb4_lennon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R9WYnJDp5sI/AAAAAAAAASA/DNWT2WPFKSI/s400/ilazareanu_08feb4_lennon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176211144945821378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and more:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i31.tinypic.com/6jfygi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939745893101642100-3469142863973901057?l=dirtypajamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/feeds/3469142863973901057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939745893101642100&amp;postID=3469142863973901057&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/3469142863973901057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/3469142863973901057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/2008/03/irina-l-sean-l.html' title='irina l. + sean l.'/><author><name>millicent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196660122998725601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SCoXuFzmlbI/AAAAAAAAAXY/E7XcLTJeb0A/S220/IMG_0225.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R9WYnJDp5sI/AAAAAAAAASA/DNWT2WPFKSI/s72-c/ilazareanu_08feb4_lennon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939745893101642100.post-3300621670981050446</id><published>2008-03-04T19:45:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T21:40:45.895-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty matters'/><title type='text'>seeing red</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;what's black, white, and red all over?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;answer: who cares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;brunettes are finally having their moment (LOVE IT!) and pretty soon, we might be seeing a lot more redheads, too. again, love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R83wa_XxQnI/AAAAAAAAARw/tu6ev-OLZv4/s1600-h/redheads1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R83wa_XxQnI/AAAAAAAAARw/tu6ev-OLZv4/s400/redheads1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174055893396963954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alison sudol (a fine frenzy), lydia hearst, ashlee, olga sherer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;speaking of red, i'm obsessed with ashlee simpson's wayfarers. ever since last week when i saw my friend wearing blue ones, i've been looking all over for a pair of my own. no, i lied ... ever since exactly two years ago when i saw a picture of nicole richie wearing oversize red shades, i've been lusting after them. i wonder how often she goes sunglasses shopping, she probably has like 200 pairs (and i want every single one of them!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R88VCvXxQoI/AAAAAAAAAR4/mheTsuSNWHY/s1600-h/nicolered.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R88VCvXxQoI/AAAAAAAAAR4/mheTsuSNWHY/s400/nicolered.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174377633692074626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939745893101642100-3300621670981050446?l=dirtypajamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/feeds/3300621670981050446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939745893101642100&amp;postID=3300621670981050446&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/3300621670981050446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/3300621670981050446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/2008/03/seeing-red.html' title='seeing red'/><author><name>millicent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196660122998725601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SCoXuFzmlbI/AAAAAAAAAXY/E7XcLTJeb0A/S220/IMG_0225.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R83wa_XxQnI/AAAAAAAAARw/tu6ev-OLZv4/s72-c/redheads1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939745893101642100.post-7664246427807959028</id><published>2008-02-29T15:26:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T21:51:56.793-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magazines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion-istic ponderings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tabloid-worthy stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ear candy'/><title type='text'>dazed&amp;confused: madonna</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R8hqoZ-61LI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/dvmDj7T-utA/s1600-h/madonna-dazed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R8hqoZ-61LI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/dvmDj7T-utA/s400/madonna-dazed.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172501414437115058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R8hqoZ-61LI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/dvmDj7T-utA/s1600-h/madonna-dazed.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pushing 50 and still looking good. botox and yoga do wonders!! she does look pretty fabulous though, huh? especially her hair. that's how i'll look when i turn half a century old. alive and kickin'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the issue comes out sometime next month and probably really soon, and of course, like any other cover star of any american magazine, she has something new to promote. in this case it's her new album &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hard Candy&lt;/span&gt;, which comes out April 29th. the first single, "Four Minutes," will be released soon and features Justin Timberlake. i haven't heard it yet, but after seeing this cover shot and knowing that the song is a Madonna+JT collaboration, i can't wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R8hvVp-61MI/AAAAAAAAARA/WxidwS9u-ZU/s1600-h/80063786.preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R8hvVp-61MI/AAAAAAAAARA/WxidwS9u-ZU/s400/80063786.preview.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172506589872706754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chanel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a carrousel at a fashion show? can't say it hasn't been done before, but Karl definitely knows how to please a crowd, and of course neither Mary-Kate nor Ashley could miss it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R8hyxJ-61NI/AAAAAAAAARI/jxLJ_8-knI8/s1600-h/80063736_10.xlarger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="250" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R8hyxJ-61NI/AAAAAAAAARI/jxLJ_8-knI8/s400/80063736_10.xlarger.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172510360853992658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;i'm completely in love with those half sunglasses. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(all photos from popsugar.com)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939745893101642100-7664246427807959028?l=dirtypajamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/feeds/7664246427807959028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939745893101642100&amp;postID=7664246427807959028&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/7664246427807959028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/7664246427807959028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/2008/02/dazed-madonna.html' title='dazed&amp;confused: madonna'/><author><name>millicent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196660122998725601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SCoXuFzmlbI/AAAAAAAAAXY/E7XcLTJeb0A/S220/IMG_0225.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R8hqoZ-61LI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/dvmDj7T-utA/s72-c/madonna-dazed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939745893101642100.post-8414916440981737852</id><published>2008-02-27T16:24:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T21:51:56.793-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion-istic ponderings'/><title type='text'>back to black</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R8XVYpGTzAI/AAAAAAAAAQo/OX4X9vbrHRs/s1600-h/black"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R8XVYpGTzAI/AAAAAAAAAQo/OX4X9vbrHRs/s400/black" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171774366430776322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ann demeulemeester, jean paul gaultier, christian dior, jean paul gaultier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i understand that these are the fall shows and the &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R8XXCpGTzBI/AAAAAAAAAQw/_a9TWKcIvx0/s1600-h/Amy_Winehouse_-_Back_To_Black_US.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="120" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R8XXCpGTzBI/AAAAAAAAAQw/_a9TWKcIvx0/s320/Amy_Winehouse_-_Back_To_Black_US.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171776187496909842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;colors are meant to be darker, but seriously i'm getting a little bored. i like the clothes though, don't get me wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;by the way, if you like listening to acoustic, down-tempo music when you're just hanging out at home, download Amy Winehouse's b-side edition of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Back to Black. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;the first two tracks have been played over and over again on my playlist for some time now and i'm still not sick of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as for me, well, i'm still bed-ridden. i feel like a couch potato ... i watched so much TV last night, and i slept so long, it's not even funny. and i'll probably do the same thing tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939745893101642100-8414916440981737852?l=dirtypajamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/feeds/8414916440981737852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939745893101642100&amp;postID=8414916440981737852&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/8414916440981737852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/8414916440981737852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/2008/02/back-to-black.html' title='back to black'/><author><name>millicent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196660122998725601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SCoXuFzmlbI/AAAAAAAAAXY/E7XcLTJeb0A/S220/IMG_0225.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R8XVYpGTzAI/AAAAAAAAAQo/OX4X9vbrHRs/s72-c/black' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939745893101642100.post-1433680892983981229</id><published>2008-02-25T14:28:00.022-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T21:51:56.794-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion-istic ponderings'/><title type='text'>u.r.a. fever</title><content type='html'>i was thinking about staying in bed all day. i woke up and my throat was itchy, my head was spinning, and my back hurt, but stupid me decided, "oh i'll be fine," and i went to school, only to go home two hours later. but anyways.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a milan recap should help me feel better:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R8Ma5ZGTy2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/1GL5HEmHKW8/s1600-h/dolce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R8Ma5ZGTy2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/1GL5HEmHKW8/s400/dolce.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171006370443676514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dolce &amp;amp; gabbana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R8Mc-JGTy3I/AAAAAAAAAPg/xXfUmm9ZvL0/s1600-h/versace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R8Mc-JGTy3I/AAAAAAAAAPg/xXfUmm9ZvL0/s400/versace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171008651071310706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;versace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R8MfYpGTy6I/AAAAAAAAAP4/rGgYmIAactc/s1600-h/cavalli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R8MfYpGTy6I/AAAAAAAAAP4/rGgYmIAactc/s400/cavalli.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171011305361099682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;roberto cavalli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R8MhT5GTy8I/AAAAAAAAAQI/kHPPiuhsFVA/s1600-h/etro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R8MhT5GTy8I/AAAAAAAAAQI/kHPPiuhsFVA/s400/etro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171013422779976642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;etro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R8MiupGTy9I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/6Y3Xjb_XqgQ/s1600-h/moschino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R8MiupGTy9I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/6Y3Xjb_XqgQ/s400/moschino.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171014981853105106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;moschino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R8MkkZGTy-I/AAAAAAAAAQY/aRIe1d1Vl5g/s1600-h/missoni+1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R8MkkZGTy-I/AAAAAAAAAQY/aRIe1d1Vl5g/s400/missoni+1+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171017004782701538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;missoni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R8MmR5GTy_I/AAAAAAAAAQg/OA-GouaRq2E/s1600-h/giorgio+armani+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R8MmR5GTy_I/AAAAAAAAAQg/OA-GouaRq2E/s400/giorgio+armani+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171018885978377202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;giorgio armani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i hope you noticed the david bowie tee at Dolce &amp;amp; Gabbana, i love it. i think the designers are starting to take note of the climate change; bare legs in minidresses in the winter, like at Versace, look a little more "vegas in the summer" than "its snowing outside." i'm not complaining though, spring-y and summer-y clothes are more fun.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939745893101642100-1433680892983981229?l=dirtypajamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/feeds/1433680892983981229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939745893101642100&amp;postID=1433680892983981229&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/1433680892983981229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/1433680892983981229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/2008/02/ura-fever.html' title='u.r.a. fever'/><author><name>millicent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196660122998725601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SCoXuFzmlbI/AAAAAAAAAXY/E7XcLTJeb0A/S220/IMG_0225.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R8Ma5ZGTy2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/1GL5HEmHKW8/s72-c/dolce.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939745893101642100.post-6216120007304337103</id><published>2008-02-23T12:09:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T21:40:45.896-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty matters'/><title type='text'>non-makeup</title><content type='html'>i love the natural look. that's one reason why i love spring and summer; looking like you just came from the beach is the norm. and really, no ones like when you spend 3 hours in front the mirror -- i mean, i don't.&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R8BfW5GTyzI/AAAAAAAAAPA/B4mUJAA7Jpk/s1600-h/makeup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R8BfW5GTyzI/AAAAAAAAAPA/B4mUJAA7Jpk/s400/makeup.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170237219110374194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;calvin klein, stella mccartney, marc by marc jacobs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;materials: a nice glow (Jergens Natural Glow moisturizer works really good), a little bronzer (M.A.C. and Estee Lauder are my favorites), maybe some rose-colored cream blush (like M.A.C. Blushcreme in Lilicent), and waterproof mascara (i sometimes use Maybelline Lash Discovery in brown, but trust me, there are better ones out there). or you could just say fuck it and slick on some lip balm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939745893101642100-6216120007304337103?l=dirtypajamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/feeds/6216120007304337103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939745893101642100&amp;postID=6216120007304337103&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/6216120007304337103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/6216120007304337103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/2008/02/non-makeup.html' title='non-makeup'/><author><name>millicent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196660122998725601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SCoXuFzmlbI/AAAAAAAAAXY/E7XcLTJeb0A/S220/IMG_0225.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R8BfW5GTyzI/AAAAAAAAAPA/B4mUJAA7Jpk/s72-c/makeup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939745893101642100.post-8823284672685372041</id><published>2008-02-20T16:51:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T21:51:56.795-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion-istic ponderings'/><title type='text'>alexander wang + waterproof jeans</title><content type='html'>we all know of the comfortably chic designer Alexander Wang, but not many of us know about Storm Denim Technology, a finish for denim fabrics (including jeans) that pretty much makes them storm-proof -- they provide "water-repellency, protection from the cold and damp, and breathability." sounds ideal for the man who works outside a lot or the girl who's always on the go. Wang debuted his line of Storm Denim-treated jeans during NYFW and they'll be available in Barney's this fall. check out his demonstration in this Nylon tv video, also featuring his model muse Erin Wasson:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4FmfwN-Ttww&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4FmfwN-Ttww&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cottoninc.com/PressReleases/?articleID=453"&gt;click here to see the full article&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939745893101642100-8823284672685372041?l=dirtypajamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/feeds/8823284672685372041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939745893101642100&amp;postID=8823284672685372041&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/8823284672685372041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/8823284672685372041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/2008/02/alexander-wang-waterproof-jeans.html' title='alexander wang + waterproof jeans'/><author><name>millicent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196660122998725601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SCoXuFzmlbI/AAAAAAAAAXY/E7XcLTJeb0A/S220/IMG_0225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939745893101642100.post-2095865676253506017</id><published>2008-02-19T15:01:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T21:51:56.795-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion-istic ponderings'/><title type='text'>rules of nonconformity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Gareth Pugh and Vivienne Westwood livened up the London runways this past week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R7s3Z5GTyoI/AAAAAAAAANo/4bZzp68MGCo/s1600-h/gareth+pugh+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="120" style=" margin:0px auto 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R7s3Z5GTyoI/AAAAAAAAANo/4bZzp68MGCo/s200/gareth+pugh+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168785915301317250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R7s3PZGTymI/AAAAAAAAANY/_aqnrWNh51Y/s1600-h/gareth+pugh+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="120" style=" margin:0px auto 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R7s3PZGTymI/AAAAAAAAANY/_aqnrWNh51Y/s200/gareth+pugh+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168785734912690786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R7s3LJGTylI/AAAAAAAAANQ/3EFe4as-PZY/s1600-h/gareth+pugh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="120" style=" margin:0px auto 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R7s3LJGTylI/AAAAAAAAANQ/3EFe4as-PZY/s200/gareth+pugh.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168785661898246738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gareth pugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R7s5UZGTyrI/AAAAAAAAAOA/B5Ob10YbtmE/s1600-h/westwood+red+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" width="120" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R7s5UZGTyrI/AAAAAAAAAOA/B5Ob10YbtmE/s200/westwood+red+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168788019835292338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R7s5KpGTyqI/AAAAAAAAAN4/705jg3Qpqqc/s1600-h/westwood+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" width="120" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R7s5KpGTyqI/AAAAAAAAAN4/705jg3Qpqqc/s200/westwood+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168787852331567778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R7s5EJGTypI/AAAAAAAAANw/03g_relGvTc/s1600-h/westwood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" width="120" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R7s5EJGTypI/AAAAAAAAANw/03g_relGvTc/s200/westwood.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168787740662418066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vivienne westwood red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;i know i'm posting a little late for London fashion week, but i've been gone all weekend, hence the lack of updates&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939745893101642100-2095865676253506017?l=dirtypajamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/feeds/2095865676253506017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939745893101642100&amp;postID=2095865676253506017&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/2095865676253506017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/2095865676253506017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/2008/02/rules-of-conformity.html' title='rules of nonconformity'/><author><name>millicent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196660122998725601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SCoXuFzmlbI/AAAAAAAAAXY/E7XcLTJeb0A/S220/IMG_0225.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R7s3Z5GTyoI/AAAAAAAAANo/4bZzp68MGCo/s72-c/gareth+pugh+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939745893101642100.post-8433820233199097599</id><published>2008-02-13T16:14:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T21:43:01.746-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magazines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tabloid-worthy stuff'/><title type='text'>out magazine: nate, dan, and chuck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R7NgTJGTyiI/AAAAAAAAAM4/r6nRCAm1vTo/s1600-h/gossipgirlguysout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R7NgTJGTyiI/AAAAAAAAAM4/r6nRCAm1vTo/s400/gossipgirlguysout.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166579079500253730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unless you're gay, then you've probably never heard of Out magazine. i sure hadn't, until about five minutes ago when i came across the cover featuring the guys of Gossip Girl -- Chace Crawford, Penn Badgley, and Ed Westwick. (&lt;a href="http://www.out.com/detail.asp?id=23464"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt; to read the article)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;am i the only person who didn't know that Dan turns gay in the books? i never read them, i only watch the show; i think i spoiled the story for myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939745893101642100-8433820233199097599?l=dirtypajamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/feeds/8433820233199097599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939745893101642100&amp;postID=8433820233199097599&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/8433820233199097599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/8433820233199097599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/2008/02/gossip-guys-do-out-magazine.html' title='out magazine: nate, dan, and chuck'/><author><name>millicent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196660122998725601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SCoXuFzmlbI/AAAAAAAAAXY/E7XcLTJeb0A/S220/IMG_0225.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R7NgTJGTyiI/AAAAAAAAAM4/r6nRCAm1vTo/s72-c/gossipgirlguysout.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939745893101642100.post-5690663058416041280</id><published>2008-02-12T16:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T21:51:56.796-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion-istic ponderings'/><title type='text'>en vague</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R7IQfpGTygI/AAAAAAAAAMo/p4av2YKPhGE/s1600-h/celebfaces.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R7IQfpGTygI/AAAAAAAAAMo/p4av2YKPhGE/s400/celebfaces.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166209858341685762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;notice a trend here? yup, that's Paris, then Cory Kennedy, then Paris again, all wearing tees with their faces plastered on them. Cory (in her limited edition Ksubi tee) even has Paris' face on &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; shirt. stylish? obnoxious? statement-making? i don't even know how i feel about this trend. and while i would probably never wear a shirt with my own face on it, i do like tees that are "different" from the usual solid, striped, or Hollister Co. basics (but i'll admit i own quite a few of each -- easy dressing, duh). &lt;a href="http://urbanoutfitters.com/"&gt;urban outfitters&lt;/a&gt; has a bunch, and nope, no Parises or Corys in sight. but you can proclaim your love for Jesus for around $34.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939745893101642100-5690663058416041280?l=dirtypajamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/feeds/5690663058416041280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939745893101642100&amp;postID=5690663058416041280&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/5690663058416041280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/5690663058416041280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/2008/02/en-vague.html' title='en vague'/><author><name>millicent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196660122998725601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SCoXuFzmlbI/AAAAAAAAAXY/E7XcLTJeb0A/S220/IMG_0225.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R7IQfpGTygI/AAAAAAAAAMo/p4av2YKPhGE/s72-c/celebfaces.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939745893101642100.post-6908438789001920264</id><published>2008-02-09T18:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T21:51:56.796-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion-istic ponderings'/><title type='text'>laziness is a virtue</title><content type='html'>so, the rounded corners on pictures thing got really annoying; back to normal ...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;colors varied in the collections this past week in new york. muted or bold? neutral or neon? case in point: Scott Sternberg (Boy by Band of Outsiders) and Chris Benz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R65An5GTyaI/AAAAAAAAAL4/nxpVc4tD1Yk/s1600-h/bbo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" width="120" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R65An5GTyaI/AAAAAAAAAL4/nxpVc4tD1Yk/s200/bbo3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165136876726897058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R65AjZGTyZI/AAAAAAAAALw/ytwOH5ixHRA/s1600-h/bbo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" width="120" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R65AjZGTyZI/AAAAAAAAALw/ytwOH5ixHRA/s200/bbo2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165136799417485714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R65AfJGTyYI/AAAAAAAAALo/p-WKCoBtX6M/s1600-h/bbo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="120" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R65AfJGTyYI/AAAAAAAAALo/p-WKCoBtX6M/s200/bbo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165136726403041666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boy by band of outsiders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sternberg took the typical preppy schoolgirl's outfit and mixed it up with menswear, with plenty of dark grays and fur hats, which is why B.B.O. is now one of my favorite labels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R65B3JGTydI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/2whJpKct78Q/s1600-h/chris+benz+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" width="120" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R65B3JGTydI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/2whJpKct78Q/s200/chris+benz+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165138238231529938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R65B0JGTycI/AAAAAAAAAMI/dXjTR55Wgl4/s1600-h/chris+benz+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" width="120" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R65B0JGTycI/AAAAAAAAAMI/dXjTR55Wgl4/s200/chris+benz+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165138186691922370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R65BwZGTybI/AAAAAAAAAMA/QuuoQGMAlSc/s1600-h/chris+benz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" width="120" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R65BwZGTybI/AAAAAAAAAMA/QuuoQGMAlSc/s200/chris+benz.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165138122267412914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chris benz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah, these looks are a little more fitting for spring (just take out the hat and the coat), but i love the idea of a bright+neutral palette. very fitting for my neutral+pastel color taste, no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh and, what's with all the fur hats? i'm hoping two things: 1) that they're fake, and 2) that they won't become a big trend. my friend has the kind with the fur on the inside and the ear flaps, like in the second picture above, and that's enough for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939745893101642100-6908438789001920264?l=dirtypajamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/feeds/6908438789001920264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939745893101642100&amp;postID=6908438789001920264&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/6908438789001920264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/6908438789001920264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-rounded-corners-on-pictures-thing.html' title='laziness is a virtue'/><author><name>millicent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196660122998725601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SCoXuFzmlbI/AAAAAAAAAXY/E7XcLTJeb0A/S220/IMG_0225.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R65An5GTyaI/AAAAAAAAAL4/nxpVc4tD1Yk/s72-c/bbo3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939745893101642100.post-602215328222821133</id><published>2008-02-07T18:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T21:51:56.797-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion-istic ponderings'/><title type='text'>and it comes to a close</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;from the recent mens' and new york fashion weeks:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R6uRsEsRy1I/AAAAAAAAAKU/eqoH8z_plNE/s1600-h/nightonthetown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R6uRsEsRy1I/AAAAAAAAAKU/eqoH8z_plNE/s400/nightonthetown.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164381584070134610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: italic;font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;dsquared2, obedient sons, alexander wang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R6uR1EsRy2I/AAAAAAAAAKc/pDR5AfNt0Vo/s1600-h/blacktieknifefight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R6uR1EsRy2I/AAAAAAAAAKc/pDR5AfNt0Vo/s400/blacktieknifefight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164381738688957282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;laragh outside a show, john varvatos, narciso rodriguez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R6uSS0sRy3I/AAAAAAAAAKk/Z574g6R1Y2I/s1600-h/readyforyourcloseup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R6uSS0sRy3I/AAAAAAAAAKk/Z574g6R1Y2I/s400/readyforyourcloseup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164382249790065522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: italic;font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;badgley mischka, derek lam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R6uTXEsRy4I/AAAAAAAAAKs/JahYG9HErpw/s1600-h/warming+up"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R6uTXEsRy4I/AAAAAAAAAKs/JahYG9HErpw/s400/warming+up" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164383422316137346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: italic;font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;all: diesel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R6uTqUsRy5I/AAAAAAAAAK0/wptMlokBJog/s1600-h/earth+tones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R6uTqUsRy5I/AAAAAAAAAK0/wptMlokBJog/s400/earth+tones.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164383753028619154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;badgley mischka, lacoste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R6uT5ksRy6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/C1iXooArx6U/s1600-h/getting+cozy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R6uT5ksRy6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/C1iXooArx6U/s400/getting+cozy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164384015021624226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;jessica stam outside a show, oscar de la renta, sasha pivovarova backstage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939745893101642100-602215328222821133?l=dirtypajamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/feeds/602215328222821133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939745893101642100&amp;postID=602215328222821133&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/602215328222821133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/602215328222821133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/2008/02/extreme-laziness-puts-your-life-on-hold.html' title='and it comes to a close'/><author><name>millicent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196660122998725601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SCoXuFzmlbI/AAAAAAAAAXY/E7XcLTJeb0A/S220/IMG_0225.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R6uRsEsRy1I/AAAAAAAAAKU/eqoH8z_plNE/s72-c/nightonthetown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939745893101642100.post-3008661025005537600</id><published>2008-02-03T18:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T21:51:56.798-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion-istic ponderings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tabloid-worthy stuff'/><title type='text'>superbowl ads + the eye</title><content type='html'>i'm one of those people who only watches the superbowl for the commercials. so here i am, in the den with my dad, and the pepsi max with ginseng commercial just came on, where everyone was dancing to "what is love." it was hilarious. see? the commercials are obviously the real reason why anyone watches. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw The Eye last night, and i'm glad i only paid $7 for my ticket. it could have been an actual horror movie if it wasn't for the ghosts popping up, like, every 3 seconds. Jessica Alba really hasn't been in any memorable movies lately (except Good Luck Chuck -- totally funny). i love the red printed jacket she's been wearing lately though:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img112.imageshack.us/img112/793/jess2ua2.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R6d25ksRypI/AAAAAAAAAIs/vHeC7klx53c/s1600-h/jess10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R6d25ksRypI/AAAAAAAAAIs/vHeC7klx53c/s400/jess10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163226229277575826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it does the job of making her baby bump less obvious while looking chic and sophisticated at the same time. but whose blue trucker hat is that? cash's, i presume? i mean .. i thought trucker hats were over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of movies, did anyone happen to catch the preview for Wanted, starring Angelina Jolie?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939745893101642100-3008661025005537600?l=dirtypajamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/feeds/3008661025005537600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939745893101642100&amp;postID=3008661025005537600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/3008661025005537600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/3008661025005537600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/2008/02/superbowl-ads-eye.html' title='superbowl ads + the eye'/><author><name>millicent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196660122998725601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SCoXuFzmlbI/AAAAAAAAAXY/E7XcLTJeb0A/S220/IMG_0225.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/R6d25ksRypI/AAAAAAAAAIs/vHeC7klx53c/s72-c/jess10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939745893101642100.post-2424735466651929216</id><published>2008-01-10T21:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T11:36:45.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'>faded jeans</title><content type='html'>slim faded jeans are about to make a comeback. it's pretty exciting, i guess, especially since i bought a pair from Urban Outfitters last summer that i never, ever wear. it was on sale, i figured that i'd find some occasion to wear it, so i bought it, and right now it's somewhere in my closet ... i don't know exactly which spot, probably buried underneath a stack of jeans. all of a sudden i see skinny, light-wash denim on fashion blogs everywhere and i'm like, "i can finally wear those jeans"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939745893101642100-2424735466651929216?l=dirtypajamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/feeds/2424735466651929216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939745893101642100&amp;postID=2424735466651929216&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/2424735466651929216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/2424735466651929216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/2008/01/starts-in-my-toes-makes-me-crinkle-my.html' title='faded jeans'/><author><name>millicent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196660122998725601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SCoXuFzmlbI/AAAAAAAAAXY/E7XcLTJeb0A/S220/IMG_0225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939745893101642100.post-519038167659355982</id><published>2007-12-17T18:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T11:36:02.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>summer withdrawal</title><content type='html'>i miss summer. i remember walking down the street in Hoboken, NJ and seeing the quote "dream as if you'll live forever. live as if you'll die today," in huge letters, on the side of a company van. ever since then i've lived by that quote. i love James Dean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember the easy, flowy, brightly colored sundresses and shorts and cardigans that i threw on whenever i went out. i love winter's muted shades though, the scarves and the knit berets, it's a nice change, plus it keeps me warm. but i'm more of a laid-back kind of person. i like popsicles and sleeping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939745893101642100-519038167659355982?l=dirtypajamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/feeds/519038167659355982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939745893101642100&amp;postID=519038167659355982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/519038167659355982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/519038167659355982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/2007/12/times-like-these.html' title='summer withdrawal'/><author><name>millicent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196660122998725601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SCoXuFzmlbI/AAAAAAAAAXY/E7XcLTJeb0A/S220/IMG_0225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939745893101642100.post-1681854775891374570</id><published>2007-12-09T20:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T10:53:33.749-04:00</updated><title type='text'>same old, same old</title><content type='html'>have you ever had that feeling when you're literally&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; this close&lt;/span&gt; to having something you've really wanted, and then something else just pushes you back to where you were before? i've felt it so many times last week. no, last month. i guess something good could come out of it, like maybe it just reminds you that you can't always have what you want, or that you have to try harder to get what you want, but at the same time, i just need a break. I'm spoiled, i admit it. sometimes i take things for granted and sometimes i don't appreciate what I have, and that becomes a problem. you know that quote, "Live as if you'll die tomorrow..." That's exactly what i'm doing. I'm happy, living life day to day, trying to make the most of my time. and even though I think that i'm appreciating everything, at the end of the day, I realize that i'm just taking things for granted, like always. But that's it, you know ... i should stop looking back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939745893101642100-1681854775891374570?l=dirtypajamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/feeds/1681854775891374570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939745893101642100&amp;postID=1681854775891374570&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/1681854775891374570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/1681854775891374570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/2007/12/same-old-same-old.html' title='same old, same old'/><author><name>millicent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196660122998725601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SCoXuFzmlbI/AAAAAAAAAXY/E7XcLTJeb0A/S220/IMG_0225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939745893101642100.post-3771668832887055168</id><published>2007-12-02T13:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T11:37:03.749-04:00</updated><title type='text'>driving in the sun</title><content type='html'>friday night just made my week. i met up with people i hadn't seen in a long time. strawberry-flavored cigars, balloon volleyball, an outdoor party in ocean view ... so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next morning i went to national portfolio day in DC, meaning that i woke up early to ride a bus for 4 hours with some friends a few other art students. it was fun for the most part. we arrived at about 10, waited on the sidewalk ("six bucks, here you go, have fun with that"), and then went inside. after that we walked around for a little bit and i came home at 9 p.m., a little too late to go to the movies like i planned, and a little too tired to party. i ate too little and my stomach hurt. i ate pizza, washed up, and hopped in bed.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w261/midnight_lotus_photos/paris_hilton4_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 255px;" src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w261/midnight_lotus_photos/paris_hilton4_300.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got so annoyed by some of the other kids though. it's like they try too hard to be different, and in my head i'm like, "loosen up. go to a kegger." but still, no hard feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote of the day: &lt;span&gt;"i can totally see you living the l.a. lifestyle, driving your bmw to the beach"&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my photo teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;haha, i can see that happening in the very near future. (minus the bmw.) the image in my head reminded me of Paris:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939745893101642100-3771668832887055168?l=dirtypajamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/feeds/3771668832887055168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939745893101642100&amp;postID=3771668832887055168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/3771668832887055168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/3771668832887055168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/2007/12/driving-in-sun.html' title='driving in the sun'/><author><name>millicent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196660122998725601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SCoXuFzmlbI/AAAAAAAAAXY/E7XcLTJeb0A/S220/IMG_0225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939745893101642100.post-4577837053936290700</id><published>2007-11-27T20:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T17:52:20.259-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So maybe I cheated, maybe I couldn't come up with a perfectly original name for this blog, but I chose this and i'm sticking with it so too bad. teacupcakes. get it? well let me introduce myself. my name is Millicent, i'm sixteen, and a junior in high school. I really don't feel like writing about myself, so i won't. But I do love green tea, strawberries, parties, the beach, and fashion. too bad this won't be a fashion blog though, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939745893101642100-4577837053936290700?l=dirtypajamas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/feeds/4577837053936290700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939745893101642100&amp;postID=4577837053936290700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/4577837053936290700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939745893101642100/posts/default/4577837053936290700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtypajamas.blogspot.com/2007/11/spotted-spotted-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>millicent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196660122998725601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB79LKSaC2Y/SCoXuFzmlbI/AAAAAAAAAXY/E7XcLTJeb0A/S220/IMG_0225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
