Fashion

 

There's a brand new dance
But I don't know its name
That people from bad homes
Do again and again
It's big and it's bland
Full of tension and fear
They do it over there
But we don't do it here

Fashion, turn to the left
Fashion, turn to the right
Ooh fashion
We are the goon squad and we're coming to town
Beep-beep, beep-beep

Listen to me, don't listen to me
Talk to me, don't talk to me
Dance with me, don't dance with me
No
Beep-beep

There's a brand new talk
But it's not very clear, ooh bop
That people from good homes
Are talking this year, ooh bop, fashion
It's loud and it's tasteless
I've not heard it before, ooh bop
You shout it while you're dancing
On the dance floor, ooh bop, fashion

Fashion, turn to the left
Fashion (Right)
Fashion
We are the goon squad and we're coming to town
Beep-beep

Listen to me, don't listen to me
Talk to me, don't talk to me
Dance with me, don't dance with me
No
Beep-beep, beep beep

Ooh bop, do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do
Fa fa fa fa fashion
Ooh bop, do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do
Fa fa fa fa fashion, la-la-la-la la la la la

Ooh bop, do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do
Fa fa fa fa fashion
Ooh bop, do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do
Fa fa fa fa fashion, la-la-la-la la la la la

Song: "Fashion" By: David Bowie

Links:

Hair: Truth Hair

Clothes: Luxe Paris

Purse: Tara's Handbags

Apsara and Glimmer

 I am a fashion model.

I ponder about what's in style.
I hear all the most recent prattle.

I see all the most recent garments, talk, and cosmetics.
I need to be well known.
I am in style.

I imagine like I am a diva.
I feel like Paris Hilton.
I contact billows of cosmetics.

I stress I wont land the position.
I cry when I dont land the position.
I am broadly awesome.

I comprehend the camera.
I say everything.
I long for tomorrow.

I endeavor to be the best.
I attempt to be the best form show ever.
I plan to be the best.
I am a fashion model.

Links:

Hair: Truth Hair and FAGA

Jewelry: Beloved Jewelry and Slavia

Dresses: Luxe Paris

Poem: "I am a Fashion Model" by: Shakira Nandini

Summer Fashions!

 See the curtains hangin' in the window

In the evening on a Friday night

A little light a-shinin' through the window
Lets me know everything's all right

Summer breeze makes me feel fine
Blowin' through the jasmine in my mind

Summer breeze makes me feel fine
Blowin' though the jasmine in my mind

See the paper layin' on the sidewalk
A little music from the house next door

So I walk on up to the doorstep
Through the screen and across the floor

Sweet days of summer, the jasmine's in bloom
July is dressed up and playing her tune.

And I come home from a hard day's work
And you're waiting there
Not a care in the world.

See the smile awaitin' in the kitchen
Through cookin' and the plates for two
Feel the arms that reach out to hold me
In the evening when the day is through

Links:

Hair: Le' Etre and DOUX and .Olive. Hair

Makeup: Booty's Beauty and Trend

Clothing: Luxe Paris

Accessories: :: STATIC ::

Song: "Summer Breeze" by Seals and Crofts

 

I'm late....I know.....but I am fashionable!!

Gay Fashion thou Goddess so pleasing,
   However imperious thy sway;
Like a mistress capricious and teasing,
   Thy slaves tho’ they murmur obey.

The simple, the wise, and the witty,
   The learned, the dunce, and the fool,
The crooked, straight, ugly, and pretty,
   Wear the badge of thy whimsical school.

Tho’ thy shape be so fickle and changing,
   That a Proteus thou art to the view;
And our taste so for ever deranging,
   We know not which form to pursue.

Yet wave but thy frolicksome banners,
   And hosts of adherents we see;
Arts, morals, religion, and manners,
   Yield implicit obedience to thee.

More despotic than beauty thy power,
   More than virtue thy rule o’er the mind:
Tho’ transient thy reign as a flower,
   That scatters its leaves to the wind.

Ah! while folly thou dealest such measure,
   No matter how fleeting thy day!
Be Wisdom, dear goddess, thy pleasure!
   Then lasting as time be thy stay.

Poem: "To Fashion"  

Author: Elizabeth Moody

Links:

Hair: FAGA Hair and Doux

Clothes: Luxe Paris

Jewelry: Chop Zuey

Makeup: RazzaNova

 

Perfect way to end winter and welcome Spring

What is the current that makes machinery, that makes it crackle, what is the current that presents a long line and a necessary waist. What is this current. 

What is the wind, what is it. 

Where is the serene length, it is there and a dark place is not a dark place, only a white and red are black, only a yellow and green are blue, a pink is scarlet, a bow is every color. 

A line distinguishes it. A line just distinguishes it.

Links:

Hair:Truth Hair

Clothing: Luxe Paris

Jewelry: Zuri Jewelry

Poem: Tender Buttons [A Long Dress] - Gertrude Stein

Fun and Fashionable Winter

 The dark shadow of space leans over us…

We are mindful that the darkness of greed, exploitation, and hatred
also lengthens its shadow over our small planet Earth.

As our ancestors feared death and evil and all the dark powers of winter,
we fear that the darkness of war, discrimination, and selfishness
may doom us and our planet to an eternal winter.

May we find hope in the lights we have kindled on this sacred night, hope in one another and in all who form the web-work of peace and justice

that spans the world. In the heart of every person on this Earth burns the spark of luminous goodness; in no heart is there total darkness.

May we who have celebrated this winter solstice,
by our lives and service, by our prayers and love,
call forth from one another the light and the love
that is hidden in every heart.
Amen.

Links:

Hair: Truth Hair

Nails: Vengeful Threads/Venge

Clothes: Luxe Paris

Poem: A WINTER SOLSTICE PRAYER

By: Edward Hayes

Racing......into fashion!

Gay Fashion thou Goddess so pleasing,

   However imperious thy sway;

 

Like a mistress capricious and teasing,

   Thy slaves tho’ they murmur obey.

The simple, the wise, and the witty,

   The learned, the dunce, and the fool,

The crooked, straight, ugly, and pretty,

   Wear the badge of thy whimsical school.

Tho’ thy shape be so fickle and changing,

   That a Proteus thou art to the view;

And our taste so for ever deranging,

   We know not which form to pursue.

Yet wave but thy frolicksome banners,

   And hosts of adherents we see;

Arts, morals, religion, and manners,

   Yield implicit obedience to thee.

More despotic than beauty thy power,

   More than virtue thy rule o’er the mind:

Tho’ transient thy reign as a flower,

   That scatters its leaves to the wind.

Ah! while folly thou dealest such measure,

   No matter how fleeting thy day!

Be Wisdom, dear goddess, thy pleasure!

   Then lasting as time be thy stay.

Links:

Hair:Truth Hair

Jewelry: Yummy

Makeup: Booty's Beauty

Clothing: Luxe Paris

Poem: "To Fashion" by Elizabeth Moody