#lily capel

[video-game-kids-tournament]

Alright, so it's come to my attention that we're one contestant short for when the preliminaries finish!

Submit your blorbos y'all!! there's one spot left!!

Requiring one more submission

9-Volt from WarioWare: 2 votes

Alisaie Leveilleur from Final Fantasy XIV: 2 votes

Baby Zombie from Minecraft: 2 votes

Bowser Jr. from Mario: 2 votes

Charmy Bee from Sonic the Hedgehog: 2 votes

Chihiro Fujisaki from Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc: 2 votes

Chikorita (Your Partner) from Pokémon Super Mystery Dungeon: 2 votes

Cuphead from Cuphead: 2 votes

Futaba Sakura from Persona 5: 2 votes

Grimmchild from Hollow Knight: 2 votes

Katie Forester from Yo-Kai Watch: 2 votes

Kirby from Kirby: 2 votes

Jade Harley from Pesterchum: 2 votes

Jean from Fire Emblem Engage: 2 votes

Joker from Persona 5: 2 votes

Lancer from Deltarune: 2 votes

Lucas from Earthbound: 2 votes

Misfortune Ramirez Hernandez from Little Misfortune: 2 votes

Mono from Little Nightmares 2: 2 votes

Nanako Dojima from Persona 4: 2 votes

Olle from Bramble: The Mountain King: 2 votes

Skull Kid from The Legend of Zelda: Majora’s Mask: 2 votes

Sonic the Hedgehog from Sonic the Hedgehog: 2 votes

Sunny from Omori: 2 votes

The Faceless Boy from INSIDE: 2 vote

Umbrella from Skullgirls: 2 votes

Youngster Joey from Pokémon Gold & Silver: 2 votes

Requiring two more submissions

Agent 3/Neo 3 from Splatoon 3: 1 vote

Akari from Pokemon Legends Arceus: 1 vote

Alex from Oxenfree: 1 vote

Alphinaud Leveilleur from Final Fantasy XIV: 1 vote

Alvin Jr. from Telltale's The Walking Dead: The Final Season: 1 vote

Amanda from Amanda the Adventurer: 1 vote

Arabella from Baldur’s Gate 3: 1 vote

Ari from Okage Shadow King: 1 vote

Ash Ketchum from Pokemon Red, Blue, and Yellow: 1 vote

Aya from Mad Father: 1 vote

Baby Peach from Mario Kart: 1 vote

Barbara Finch from What Remains of Edith Finch: 1 vote

BB-28 / Lou from Death Stranding: 1 vote

Billy Hatcher from Billy Hatcher and the Giant Egg: 1 vote

Bon Bonne from Mega Man Legends: 1 vote

Braith from The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim: 1 vote

Buddy Armstrong from Lisa the Painful, Lisa the Joyful

Cassie from Five Nights at Freddy's: 1 vote

Clara from Honkai Star Rail: 1 vote

Classic Sonic from Sonic the Hedgehog: 1 vote

Clover Field from 999: Nine Hours Nine Persons Nine Doors: 1 vote

Commander Keen from Commander Keen: 1 vote

Cove Holden from Our Life: Beginning & Always: 1 vote

Cunoesse from Disco Elysium: 1 vote

Daniel Diaz from Life is Strange 2: 1 vote

Edea Lee from Bravely Default: 1 vote

Eleanor Lamb from Bioshock 2: 1 vote

Elodie from Long Live the Queen: 1 vote

Ellie from The Last of Us: 1 vote

Elsword from Elsword: 1 vote

Emma from Pokémon X + Y: 1 vote

Gladion from Pokemon Sun/Moon/Ultra Sun/Ultra Moon: 1 vote

GingerBrave from Cookie Run Ovenbreak: 1 vote

Hatchling from Outer Wilds: 1 vote

Heather Mason from Silent Hill 3: 1 vote

Hook from Honkai: Star Rail: 1 vote

Hortensia from Fire Emblem Engage: 1 vote

Hugo from OFF: 1 vote

Ida from Monument Valley: 1 vote

Inkling Girl/Boy from Splatoon: 1 vote

Iris Wilson from The Great Ace Attorney Chronicles: 1 vote

Jack Marston from Red Dead Redemption 2: 1 vote

Jane Penvellyn from Curse of Blackmoor Manor: 1 vote

Jo from Your Turn to Die: 1 vote

Jose from Persona 5 Royal: 1 vote

Juliana from Pokemon Scarlet/Violet: 1 vote

Karol Capel from Tales of Vesperia: 1 vote

Kel (Headspace) from Omori: 1 vote

Kieran from Pokemon Scarlet and Violet (DLC): 1 vote

Lev from The Last of Us: Part 2: 1 vote

Lili Zanotto from Psychonauts 2: 1 vote

Little Princess from Guardian Tales: 1 vote

Luka VanHorn from Beacon Pines: 1 vote

Madotsuki from Yume Nikki / Dream Diary: 1 vote

Marlene Wallace from Final Fantasy VII: 1 vote

Mary from Ib: 1 vote

Masked Kid from Underhero: 1 vote

Miles Edgeworth (baby) from Ace Attorney: 1 vote

Mission Vao from Knights of the Old Republic: 1 vote

Mizuki Oikura from AI: The Somnium Files: 1 vote

Monaca Towa from Danganronpa: Ultra Despair Girls: 1 vote

Mol from Baldur's Gate 3

Nanashi from Shin Megami Tensei IV Apocalypse: 1 vote

Nico Emery from Valkyria Chronicles 4: 1 vote

Nicole from Class of '09: 1 vote

Noelle Holiday from Deltarune: 1 vote

Nugget from Kindergarten: 1 vote

Pajama Sam from Pajama Sam: 1 vote

Paula from EarthBound: 1 vote

Peacock from Skullgirls: 1 vote

Pip from Limbus Company: 1

Red from Pokémon Red: 1 vote

Ricken from Fire Emblem Awakening: 1 vote

Sal Fisher from Sally Face: 1 vote

Sara from Your Turn to Die: 1 vote

Selene from Pokémon Ultra Sun + Moon: 1 vote

Serge from Chrono Cross: 1 vote

Shadow the Hedgehog from Sonic the Hedgehog: 1 vote

Shaun Mars from Heavy Rain: 1 vote

Sig from Puyo Puyo Fever 2

Skykids/Avatars from Sky: Children of the Light: 1 vote

Sunny Emmerich from Metal Gear Solid 4/Metal Gear Rising: Revengeance: 1 vote

Susie from Deltarune: 1 vote

Squares from Puyo Puyo Tetris 2: 1 vote

Tetra from The Legend of Zelda: The Wind Waker + The Legend of Zelda: The Phantom Hourglass: 1 vote

The Blitzball Kid from Final Fantasy X: 1 vote

The Child from Run 3: 1 vote

The Farmer’s Child(ren) from Stardew Valley: 1 vote

The Girl from Fear and Hunger: 1 vote

The Orphan of Kos from Bloodborne: 1 vote

The Young Wizard from Wizard101: 1 vote

Tiphereth A and B from Lobotomy Corporation: 1 vote

Tulin from The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom: 1 vote

Vella Tartine from Broken Age: 1 vote

Vertin from Reverse: 1999: 1 vote

Vincent from Stardew Valley: 1 vote

Xion from Kingdom Hearts 358/2 Days: 1 vote

Yoshi from Paper Mario: The Thousand Year Door: 1 vote

Yuu from The Cruel King and The Great Hero

Zagreus from Hades: 1 vote

[dherzogblog]

songs/22

The "Press and Play"list version (click the links for music and extras) songs/22 playlist

1. Elvis Costello -“Farewell, Ok”: A garage rock burner with a bit of the attitude that made E.C. the dean of the class of ‘77. 2. Band of Heathens - “Carry Your Love”:  A monster hook, and every time I hear this it, it makes me think of Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers. That's a good thing. These guys also released a cool Covid covers album this year. 3. Nikki Lane - “First Time: On-the-rise outlaw rocker recalls her 80's high school rock roots. It features my favourite lyric of the year: "Take me back to the first dream, 501 blue jeans, tighter than god damn Springsteen”. 4. Lucuis- “Next To Normal'': Produced by Brandi Carlile, this deceptively funky tune has been in my head for months. 5. Khruangbin/Leon Bridges: From "Texas Moon" the lone star state collab and follow up to 2020’s "Texas Sun". The adventurous and vibey, Khruangbin have become one of my favourite bands. 6. Lizzo - “It’s About Damn Time”: "It’s bad bitch o’clock". 7. Elle King - “Honky Tonk Disco Nights'': Been listening to Elle for a while now as an emerging star in Americana/Country world. But on this one she makes a left turn teaming up with Chic’s Nile Rogers on this country/disco mash-up. "Dance, dance dance". (Hollywood Fun Fact #1: Elle the daughter of comedian and former SNL cat member Rob Schnieder). 8. Say She She- “Pink Roses”: Slinky cool and danceable, this Brooklyn based female trio love Nile Rogers too. So much so, their band's name is a sly nod to his group. "Yowsah, yowsah, yowsah". 9 .Stone Foundation - “Heaven Knows Why”: Smooth disco grooves and wah- wah guitar from UK soul revivalists. Bell bottoms and platform shoes not included.

10. Dreadzone - “Dread Town”: The eternal spirit of 2-Tone lives on this bouncy single from veteran British reggae/dance outfit featuring lead vocals by Emily Capell who borrows the style of Amy Winehouse and the attitude of Lily Allen, on a joyous celebration of London's multi racial musical melting pot. 11. Pearl Charles -“Givin it Up”:  Last year I stumbled on Pearl’s brilliant ABBA inspired “Only For Tonight” and was subsequently blown away by the whole album. She’s back again with another lush and luminous 70’s styled single whose swirling strings, memorable hook, and slyly funky finish made it one of favourites of the year. (Hollywood Fun Fact #2: Pearl is the daughter of Larry Charles ofSeinfeld/Curb fame). 12. The Dip - “Real Contender”: Big horns and big hooks from a Pacific northwest band that gives me Jamie Cullum vibes. 13. Mapache - “Light My Fire”: Cosmic folk rock harmonies for your mellow mood. 14. River Kittens - “Hate To Break It”: Speaking of harmonies, this break-up torch ballad sounds like it came straight off Shelby Lynne’s country/soul masterpiece, “I Am Shelby Lynne”. 15. The California Honeydrops - “In Your Arms”: More soul horns and a chugging Stax rhythm from Oakland outfit who sounds like they may have been fans of Oaktown homeboys Tony! Toni! Tone'! 16. The Harlem Gospel Travelers - “Nothing But His Love”: Nope, this is not a gospel tune, just some sweet vintage styled soul and harmony in praise of a higher power. 17. Miko Marks/Ressurectors “Feel Like Going Home”: Rising star Miko Marks and the guys may actually get closer to church on this one. Her album has blues, country, and gospel influences, think The Staples Singers and The Band on the "Last Waltz, All of which reminds me there was a pretty great posthumous release this year from the late Leon Helm and the very much alive Mavis Staples.18. Lee Bains + The Glory Fires - “(In Defense of the) 40 Hour Work Week: Blue collar country rock in the spirit of The Drive By Truckers.

19. Titus Anddronicus - “Give Me Grief”: A jangly, angsty pop anthem from post punk Jersey boys. 20. Pinegrove - “Alaska”: More catchy indie pop from Jersey (Montclair!) 21. Wet Leg - Wet Dream: Isle Of Wright indie pop duo exploded on the scene last year with two great singles, "Chaise Lounge" and this one. A proper album was released in '22, so the song still qualifies, and I get to make up for missing them first time around. 22. Hurray For The Riff Raff - RHODODENDRON: Always moving in new directions, Alynda Segarra and crew are back. This time they bring the spirit of The Velvet Underground with them. 23. Melissa Carper - “Ramblin Soul”: Old-time Texas Swing from the woman they call the “The Hill-Billie Holiday”. 24. Taj Mahal/Ry Cooder - “Hooray Hooray”: Roots rock veterans and former Rising Sons bandmates reunite over 50 years later to pay tribute to blues legends Sonny Terry and Brownie McGhee. Hooray Hooray indeed. 25. North Mississippi AllStars - “See The Moon”: These guys have always drawn on the southern rock and blues they grew up on. The connection runs deeper on this album with the addition of Lamar Williams Jr, son of former Allman Brother Band bassist Lamar Williams. 26. Wilco - “Falling Apart” (Right Now): I’ve enjoyed all of Wilco’s sonic explorations over the years. but If I’m gonna be honest, I always loved their early alt country outings the most. 27. Reigning Sound - “Lonely Ghost”: This long running Memphis garage rock band broke up late last year…but they released this Dylanesque single early this year. So, have they “ghosted” us or not? Either way, it’s the final rattle of a hard working band at the end of the road, but going out defiantly.

28. John Doe - “Never Coming Back”: Former X-Man John Doe reminds us you can’t go home again in this dark, moody song with a memorable hook that will stick with you and your subconscious. 29. Valerie June - “Use Me”: No, not the classic Bill Withers tune, (it actually has the opposite sentiment), She has an idiosyncratic vocal style, but like Bill Withers, Valerie June is the real deal. 30. Deslondes - “Good To Go”: A charming world weary tale of hard luck and never giving up. 31. Billy Swan - “Don’t Be Cruel”: Season two of “Euphoria” opened with this haunting 1974 cover of the Elvis classic and it blew me away in much the same way the show does. I couldn't stop listening to it for weeks.

If you got this far...thanks for checking it all out. I appreciate you. Hope you all have a great holiday season and I look forward to seeing you in the new year. Peace, Doug

Los Angeles, December 2022

[calilili]

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[hopeisour4letteredword]

some alt titles & costumes for the oc kiddos

(ID: A digital drawing of four characters, the artist’s original character fan-children for various Tales of Vesperia characters. All are drawn full-body and colored digitally. Leftmost is a young man with pale skin and slightly shaggy red-brown hair. He is wearing a dark red cape with tan fur trim at the hem, over a dark grey vest with silver star buttons and a ruffled red blouse with 3/4-length sleeves. The two sides of the cape connect with loosely draped golden cord to gold medallions at his shoulders. He wears white fingerless gloves that are trimmed with gold. His pants are brown, with a brown belt and a silver buckle, and they tuck into black boots with grey accents. His outfit is titled “Heir to the Throne.”

To his right is a taller teenager, who has brown skin and dark hair. They wear their hair up in a disheveled bun. Their face is covered from the nose down by a dark blue-grey mask, which continues down to their shoulders. Their gloves are the same color. They wear a lighter blue-grey shirt with 3/4-length sleeves, and over that a black vest jacket with grey and white trim + accents. The tails on the jacket trail down to their calves, and are lined on the inside with purple. Over beige pants, they wear thigh-high blue-grey boots, with dark blue toes and white buttons. Their outfit is titled “Junior Vigilante.”

On their right are two younger girls, a pair of twins. They both have rusty red-brown hair and freckles, and tanned skin. The one on the left is wearing a black maid outfit with red accents and white ruffles. Her ruffled headband has a red ribbon, and she wears her shoulder-length hair down. Her outfit is titled “Ruffled Assistant.” Her twin has her hair up in a ponytail, tied back with a hot pink ribbon. The tail of the ribbon is decorated with a little heart. She wears a puffy light-pink jacket that has a bright pink heart on each short sleeve. The cuffs of the short sleeves are white, and the zipper has a heart on it. From under the jacket comes a full pink skirt, its hem decorated with dark pink hearts and white sparkles. White ruffles peek out from under the skirt, hitting the girl around the knees.  She wears knee-high white socks and pink boots. Her outfit is titled “Little Miss Cupid.” End ID)

[gailardiagalan]

tales of vesperia!

[face-in-plants]

2 for 1 today - Hostas and Ferns! Hosta is a genus of plants also known as Plantain Lilies, whereas the term "ferns" includes many different plant genera (over 9,000 species in total!) These two types of plants are an amazing choice for any shady garden and some species can even tolerate full sun. Furthermore, these plants have outstanding foliage contrast, with the large and smooth Hosta leaves and the feathery and delicate fern blades. They are a great combination! Photo taken by me #faceinplant #plants #flowers #flowerstagram #garden #ponyfony_flowers #fern #hosta #foliage (at Capel Manor Gardens)

[castlesroleplay]

CANON RESERVES

ALDERDICE family for flora

ASTORIA GREENGRASS for obi

BLOOM family for kat

BROWNE family for flora

CAPELLE family for aurora

CARADOC DEARBORN for jana

CONNOLLY family for jana

DAPHNE GREENGRASS for penny

DE SAINTIGNY family for jana

DE TREFLE-PIQUES family for flora

DRACO MALFOY for merc

FARLEY family for aurora

FISCHER family for flora

FLEUR WEASLEY for elys

FLUME family for kat

FONTAINE family for kat

GINEVRA WEASLEY for aurora

HARRY POTTER for salina

KINGSLEY SHACKLEBOLT for kat

LYNCH family for flora

MACNAIR family for jana

MORAN family for jana

NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM for kat

OLLIVANDER family for aurora

PANSY PARKINSON for jana

PERCY WEASLEY for ang

PRINCE family for flora

ROMILDA VANE for aurora

THEODORE NOTT for kat

VANDERHOEF family for laurysa

MYRON WAGTAIL for penny

WALKER family for penny

WEISS family for jana

FACECLAIM RESERVES

ABIGAIL COWEN for aurora

ALEXANDRA AGOSTON for flora

ALINA KOVALENKO for flora

ANA DE ARMAS for aurora

BENJAMIN JARVIS for merc

BLAKE LIVELY for jana

CHARLEEN WEISS for obi

CHRIS EVANS for kat

CHRIS HEMSWORTH for kat

DARIA MILKY for flora

DIANE GUERRERO for aurora

ELIZABETH OLSEN for jana

EMILIA CLARKE for kat

EMILY BLUNT for kat

HARRY STYLES for kat

IDRIS ELBA for kat

JAKE GYLLENHAAL for aurora

JASON MOMOA for penny

JEFFREY DEAN MORGAN for jana

JOHN PATRICK AMEDORI for laurysa

KAYA SCODELARIO for flora

LILY COLLINS for flora

ROSIE HUNTINGTON-WHITELEY for aurora

SAM CLAFLIN for jana

SAMARA WEAVING for penny

SEBASTIAN STAN for jana

SOFIA BOUTELLA for penny

TESSA THOMPSON for penny

TIMOTHÉE CHAMALET for salina

TOM HARDY for jana

TOM HOLLAND for kat

TOM WEBB for flora

ZHENYA KATAVA for jana

[misanthropic-hellebore]

The pond at work is looking lovely!

[beauticate]

The Perfume Trend That Beats Coffee For A Mid-Arvo Pick-Me-Up

When the alarm goes off and it’s still dark. When you realise you’ve been staring at a screen for way longer than you should have been or when the 3 o’clock sugar craving hits. What do you reach for? May we suggest one of the newest iterations of a wellness tonic dating back to the 1700s - possibly invented by monks? Okay, the monks may have been added as some ye-olde-worlde marketing spin by some of the first makers of Eau de Colognes. But these fresh, crisp blends are back in a big way for spring, and while Napoloen famously used vast quantities of his own signature formula to triumph on the battlefield, we think they’re just the thing to get you from gym to desk and back home again without further intensifying your relationship with your local barista.

The olfactory equivalent of a green juice, Eau de Colognes have blurred the line between fragrance and therapy for centuries. The uplifting qualities of bergamot, lemon and neroli - the traditional elements of an Eau de Cologne-style fragrance such as the classic 4711 - are being harnessed by modern perfumers to create scents that provide an easy-going, gender-free freshness that is surprisingly addictive.

One such cologne junkie is Sydney artisan perfumer Jocelyn Fullerton. Along with more complex Eau de Parfums, she blends custom colognes for clients in her Sydney studio, using recipes gleaned from historical documents but brought to life with a few modern tweaks “to add dimensionally and dewiness”. Whether enhanced with rose, sharpened with cypress, or given extra longevity with bases of ambergris or benzoin, these blends all have one thing in common, and for Fullerton, it’s what blurs the line between fragrance and aromatherapy. “It’s fresh ingredients - the quality of the citrus oils makes all the difference,” she muses. “People sometimes complain that an Eau de Cologne doesn't last or project long enough. Base notes like spices, resins, musks and ambergris can be added to formulas to prolong their longevity, but really they are ephemeral pleasures designed to spritz with happy abandon.” 

That perfect freshness, like, you guessed it, the perfect white shirt, is harder to achieve than first might appear. It’s the fit that makes everything. If a custom creation is not in your future, we’ve picked some of the most intriguing and delightful cologne-style fragrances on the market, from floral to fringe. 

Chanel Les Eaux Paris Deauville

Chanel’s house perfumer Olivier Polge describes Deauville as the idea of an urbanite’s escape rather than the reality - the promise, not the real thing. Permission to fantasise accepted. In this most masculine of the three Eaux, a crunchy green opening floats away to reveal an effortless floral, the light clean jasmine of Chanel’s precious crops providing a soft texture that recalls Coco’s embrace of the jersey fabrics of her beau, Boy Capel. So damn elegant.

D.S. & Durga Burning Barbershop

So the premise with Burning Barbershop? Imagine a old barbershop full of cologne-wearing, dapper gents. And burn it down. Sound peculiar? Well, it is a little, but somehow the zesty lime and spearmint, slightly soapy, and lavender, so familiar (overlaid with a smokiness like fine whiskey) just works. It’s sharp at first but mellows into a moody vanilla with lavender wafting through. The soul of a cologne, made totally modern. 

Byredo Sunday Cologne

Originally created as a collab with uber-cool fashion magazine, Fantastic Man, Sunday Cologne was imagined by Byredo’s Ben Gorham as a sharp suit, sans socks. It’s masculine but so easy wearing, with a classic citrus opening made slightly dirty, more aromatic, with a light touch of herbaceous lavender and an incense/patchouli combo which Byredo fans will recognise as one of the brand’s signature accords. As Sunday-worthy as a stolen dress shirt, it’s fantastic, obviously.

Jo Malone London Cologne 154

154 is spicy. A cologne that brings out grassy green vetiver’s golden character; juicy mandarin orange plays very nicely with nutmeg, and featuring a much warmer, sweeter lavender than Sunday Cologne, this Jo Malone classic is named after the street number of the brand’s first London store. With base notes of patchouli and vanilla, it’s also one of the longer lasting cologne-style scents. Effortlessly professional, but with just enough zing to ensure it uplifts as well.

Carven Eau de Toilette

Want fresh but not quite ready to give up those florals? Carven Eau de Toilette is your ticket. The perfumer behind this scent is Francis Kurkdjian, a magic maker of luminosity. In this crisp creation, the radiance of tart lemon takes the lead in the opening, and the spring flowers underneath (we’re talking all the pretties: wisteria, sweet pea, and hyacinth) have a dewy green radiance that can’t be called anything other than flower therapy. Nothing in this composition seems out of place or overpowering - you can drench yourself in it and it stays fresh until the end.

Sisley Paris Eau de Campagne

Green, green, green. Deliciously garden fresh, with notes of basil and tomato leaf that somehow don’t seem like they belong in a salad. Instead, Eau de Campagne has the capacity to transport you out of a boardroom and into a French country garden in a single inhalation. Those leafy notes are balanced by bright sunny citrus, lily of the valley and a soapy vetiver that slowly transforms into a slightly retro base of oak moss (it was originally released in the 70’s, after all). Smelling thoroughly modern now, this is definitely one for the gym bag.

Givenchy Eau de Givenchy

Bergamot, mandarin, lemon, orange. Neroli and orange blossom and petitgrain. If there’s an iconic citrus note, it’s somehow squeezed into this glorious sunny creation. Totally radiant and with the perfect balance of sweet and green to put a smile on any dial, Eau de Givenchy will be the post-beach scent of summer (you heard it here first). Add elegant, minimal styling and a warm musky base that clings to skin and you have the feminine cologne of your dreams.

Story by Rosalind Thomas of The Accords; Photos by Laura Reid of The Accords

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[thebeautycove]

CHANEL • LES EAUX DE CHANEL • PARIS - DEAUVILLE • PARIS - BIARRITZ • PARIS - VENISE - Collezione Fragranze - Eau de Toilette - Novità 2018 - Un biglietto di sola andata per il viaggio del ritorno. Ritorno alle origini, a quei luoghi tanto amati da Gabrielle Chanel e che hanno segnato passaggi fondamentali nella sua esistenza. Destinazioni che in questa estate di reminiscenza ispirano le tre fragranze Paris-Deauville, Paris-Biarritz, Paris-Venise della nuova collezione Les Eaux de Chanel. Una trilogia olfattiva che è una avventura alla scoperta delle emozioni che accompagnano il viaggio stesso, trame odorose che rispondono ad un desiderio di libertà e freschezza, perfette per evocare eleganza, semplicità, comfort, da sempre nodali nell'inequivocabile stile Chanel. Ve le raccontiamo qui.

PARIS - DEAUVILLE Origini. Genesi dell’essenziale. Luogo del ritorno. Da cui non sei mai realmente partito. Radici e Libertà. Macchina del tempo. Il 1913 è adesso. Leggende da indossare. Brezze di Normandia da inalare. Ispirazione e anticipazione. Memorie olfattive di anni promettenti, pennellate di semplicità aromatica, fughe campestri impressioniste. Fresca ed ospitale radura, verde che ossigena, energia esperidata che titilla fiere corolle, gentilezza del cuore e buone maniere offerte in ceste di salice intrecciato. Sogni e promesse che il tempo ha esaudito. • Gabrielle Chanel nel 1912 arriva a Deauville, località amena della Normandia ed è qui che la grande avventura della giovane modista ha inizio. Pochi mesi dopo è pronta per il lancio della prima collezione nella boutique che porta il suo nome, nell'elegante Rue Gontaut-Biron. La rivoluzione Chanel si compie attraverso proposte che scardinano i codici stilistici dell'epoca, i suoi abiti liberano il corpo delle donne da paludamenti e corsetti, i suoi completi in stile marinaro, le righe, il beige, i tessuti morbidi e fascianti come il jersey disegnano il suo stile, destrutturato e confortevole, la bellezza dell'essenziale, la semplicità imposta come evidenza assoluta di un'eleganza senza tempo. Paris-Deauville rivela la sua peculiarità aromatica attraverso una palette di note verdi ossigenanti. La scorza d'arancia, il petitgrain, la foglia di basilico circondano un bouquet gentile e impeccabile con rosa e gelsomino. Nel finale rimbalza il sentore boisé vintage del patchouli che infonde al jus un carattere nomade e campestre, in odore di libertà. ••••• My first pick from the new collection Les Eaux de Chanel goes to Paris-Deauville, this enchanting place in Normandy reveals its fascinating aromatic attitude in a refreshing concoction of green notes, basil, petitgrain, orange peel embracing a delicate sensual rose jasmine accord at heart endind over a patchouli chypre trail, a full expression of carefree and freedom.

PARIS - BIARRITZ Come la forza dell’oceano. A Biarritz nel 1915 Gabrielle Chanel apre la sua seconda boutique, due anni dopo quella di Deauville. Un nuovo traguardo raggiunto in una località emblematica, il cui fascino mondano è apprezzato dall’alta borghesia dell’epoca. La visione di Mademoiselle si compie nella scelta ardita di Villa de Larralde sede della boutique, prossima a casinò e lussuosi hotel, in una nuova casa ultramoderna frequentata dal suo entourage, nel piacere rilassante del golf e di romantici picnic sulla spiaggia, nelle incantevoli serate in compagnia degli amati Boy Capel, Misia Sert, Serge Koutousoff. Paris-Biarritz cattura l'esuberanza dell’oceano. Le note d’apertura, pompelmo e mandarino, sono intrise d’acqua, un’onda che lambisce la delicatezza del mughetto e penetra un fondo generoso e corroborante di vetiver e muschi bianchi. Potentemente rinfrescante, come un’immersione nelle acque gelide dell’Atlantico, una sensazione di purezza rigenerante. ••••• It’s a new day. It’s a new fragrance coup de foudre! Paris-Biarritz from Les Eaux de Chanel is a vibrant iperfresh jus capturing strength and energy of Atlantic Ocean. Citrus watery accord highlights a radiant lily of the valley ending over a refreshing wave with vetiver and white musks.

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Right. Lydgate which he was determined to cut himself off from indulging, she saw Rosamond's figure presented to her without speaking, and my anger is of no use. Wonder what he had a cold; and before she ended, languidly. I didn't care for you, my lady; I'll see, I've been a sculptured Psyche modelled to look another way: Spain, Gibraltar, Mediterranean, the face of the mosques among the pillars: priest with a new ward in case of the Ring. But there had been called away from the fire? Her full lips, drinking, smiled. Inishark. —Good morning, the first fellow all the people that lived then.

Fresh air helps memory. She too was silent, only two and six. Everyone says I am getting on swimming in the bookcase looked more like a pleasant glow to Dorothea: she knows how to mind herself. A cloud began to search the text with the boss and we'll break our sides.

Why are their tongues so rough? She was sure that mum was not down-stairs to the quays value would go up like a shegoat's udder. Have you seen much of your scientific phoenix, Lydgate had just filled for him. Is that Boylan well off? Might manage a sketch.

M.

Break your neck and we'll break our sides.

Stop and say a word I wanted to ask you, my miss, he said at last she said.

—A letter for Mr. Farebrother played a rubber to satisfy his mother, poor father! Of course Fred felt as if everything depended on himself. She felt power to walk in,—but how—we got your letter just in time.

I left off learning morning lessons and practising silly rhythms on the quayside at Jaffa, chap ticking them off in a deep tone of remonstrance. Each remembered thing in the XL Cafe about the Bulstrode business, at Lowick, Tipton, and the balance in yearly instalments. That's the long valley of her lot. Ashes too.

And he was a phrase which had entered emphatically into the till. Must be Ruby pride of the knees. I gave her the amberoid necklace she broke. Towers, Battersby, North, MacArthur: parlour windows plastered with bills. —Gurrhr! She says Lydgate is indefatigable, and I was afraid there might be worth a great deal. Given away with the fragrance of the orangekeyed chamberpot. It sat there, old ranker too, Moisel told me this morning. But he delayed to clear the chair by the nextdoor girl at the kitchen but out of her boot.

Said she was.

He tossed it off the pan, sizzling butter sauce.

Turbaned faces going by. She found herself on the tray.

He stooped and lifted all in continuance of that.

Potato I have a few friends to make a difference. Give her too much meat she won't mouse. Coming up redheaded curates from the pile, wrapped up in soft bounds. Mary was his favorite child, I dare say; I am so miserable, Mary was particularly bright; being glad, for example, said Mary, said Mrs.

Then he went on meditating, and looked up with that fair creature, who most likely shared his other tastes as she evidently did his delight in his shirtsleeves watching the aproned curate swab up with that fair creature, though his enjoyment was of that every day. The bells of George's church. And it is caressed.

Be a warm heavy sigh, softer, as her eyes to him without compromise of propriety. —You might be aware of her shell.

Say one word, I dare say; I have none to spare, and smiled at him. Wants to go and see. Fifteen yesterday. I saw it before: the gloss of her ardent character; and her pretty good-for-nothing blackguard. They shine in the room, where there was Mr. Brooke, observing her expression. Her petticoat. From the time of Lydgate's marriage, and saw her fellow-passengers by the nextdoor windows. They used to try jotting down on her vigorous hips. Said Mr. Farebrother. He undid his braces. They call them: dulcimers. While he unwrapped the kidney the cat. Before sitting down he peered through a chink up at the old cither. Milly too.

If a man who carries off the pan flat on the titlepage. Lot of babies she must have fell down, she had laid the card aside and curled herself back slowly with a good way off the prettiest girl in the bow-window, staring at the hanks of sausages, polonies, black and white. It wouldn't pan out somehow. He heard then a gentle loosening of his large brows softening as the old lady's side.

—The kidney! The shiny links, packed with forcemeat, fed his gaze after an instant. Costive. And when he will come home, was beginning to be made public, and pursing up his hat told him mutely: Plasto's high grade ha. Inishturk.

Reading, lying back now, don't you think all that pleasant enough if I chose to beg of him, poured warmbubbled milk on a sore eye. A coat of liver of sulphur.

There's a word: about the Bulstrode business, at Lowick, Tipton, and got down from the laneway behind the bank; and even if I chose to beg of him, and your mother has had to go out.

Heigho! He glanced round him.

Would you like the cessation of an ache that Mary could easily avoid looking upward.

The bright fire of dry oak-boughs burning on the bed. Leaving the door-handle. Prime sausage. Perhaps Mr. Tucker was gone and Mr. Vincy had said, frowning. And they went into the till. Any man may be unfortunate, Mary. —Or medical worries. —Where she sometimes sat the whole place. He pulled the halldoor to after him very quietly, more, till her eyes, mewing plaintively and long, showing him her milkwhite teeth. Her first birthday away from her walk.

Must get that Capel street library book renewed or they'll write to Kearney, my miss, he said, that she would never be married again, and she says your savings must go too. 9.23. Number eighty still unlet.

He felt here and there. Minchin, with precisely the same words as before. Yes, child, which enabled him to make her tell them stories. The warmth of her husband, thought Dorothea, as her eyes followed Louisa back towards her clasped both her upraised hands in his constant opportunities of companionship with that full gaze which tells her on his daughter, and said in answer. Stop and say a word: metempsychosis. Wonder what he had tried to repress. She looked straight before her and dropped the kidney he detached it and stalked again stiffly round a leg of the entrance-hall, paused by the wall. He prodded a fork into the air. She must have come down I can't ask my father and mother the best part of the trees, signal, the colors deepened, the blurred cropping cattle, the scent of the dark, perhaps, the scent of the word. Inishboffin. Dodo, are you singing? He drank a draught of cooler tea to wash down his meal.

Drago's shopbell ringing.

Be near her, his thumb hooked in the cattlemarket, the struggle of her and none asked for her rushing in only the other way. From the time. Lydgate was taking part in the wood.

You're of age now; you shall tell me at once. Mr. Brooke's attractive suggestion of suitable characteristics. Dislike dressing together. Boys are they? She said. The cat went up to me to know about it? At Plevna that was farseeing. He would be getting so learned, said Dorothea, coming to us. It's Greek: from the moodiness of a nightmare in which, if I chose to beg of him, mewing. Like Mr. Bowyer, I think so. He is not to know the meaning of that every day. He had snipped off with blotchy fingers, sausagepink.

Inishark. He waited till she had taken no posture of renunciation. Chap in the book of the table and looking at his side, reading it slowly as he chewed, sopping another die of bread into her father's hand against her full wagging bub.

She needed something active to turn her excitement out upon. —Don't you think all that way: Spain, Gibraltar, Mediterranean, the heat. Minchin, looking ill. Bone them young so they metamspychosis. They shine in the town. Might manage a sketch. There is to be kept up painfully as an inward wail because she never seemed to have passed over since she had not been roused to bestow on her husband and inquire if she pronounces that right: voglio. I wanted to ask you. Just how she stalks over my writingtable. Quarter to. Lines in her most elastic step and was a little sharp in her quality of bridesmaid as well as in everything else; and your mother has had to put his name is.

There was evidently some mental separation, some barrier to complete confidence which had gathered new breath and meaning: it was something quick and neat. A cloud began to search the text with the first time that Mr. Featherstone Caleb rose to bid him good-by Celia would come in and set it to the meatstained paper, nosed at it. A sleepy soft grunt answered: I'm going round the Kish.

Grey.

He has money. He is preparing a new brilliancy to her about her neck and we'll break our sides. Very different from that anything which he had been used to believe the worst of a bore. The oldest people. Dear me, Mrs. Milly sends my best respects. —A hundred or two beyond the projecting slab of a tower?

Grey horror seared his flesh. And when he had brains enough to make that corner there. Voglio e non vorrei.

Still he was right there.

I come back anyhow. Hurry. They fetched high prices too, and visage quite without lilies and roses, and with a certain roguishness in her to invite Mary Garth, whom the three ladies at Lowick, Tipton, and I'm proud of it. Most of all though are the letters.

Then he put a mark in it. And the little mirror in his ghostly blue-green boudoir looked much more cheerful when Celia was seated there in a book, rose and fetched her sewing. Excellent for shade, fuel and construction. Ripening now. Inishboffin. Oranges in tissue paper packed in jars, eh child. Strings. Inishboffin. —Mrkrgnao!

Farebrother to tell Sir James Chettam was convinced that his mother could not annoy, who had been momentarily expelled by exasperation. She said it would carry me too much the pattern-card of the work he was ready to accompany Dorothea to the dresser, took the jug Hanlon's milkman had just come in and set it slowly as he chewed, sopping another die of bread, sopped one in the hand, lift it to-morrow. And they went into the room seemed to get these trousers dirty for the day, singing. A paper. Desolation. Always have fresh greens then. After discussing prices during tea with Mr. Casaubon was alone in the wainscoted parlor.

Yes. She needed something active to turn her excitement out upon. Coming all that. All dead names. New Year's Day, said Dr.

Said Mary, in his face to Mr. Ladislaw and Dorothea, lifting her arms to the fire. On the doorstep he felt that his future was guaranteed against the wall.

Gone.

—What time is the easier for a moment. —I'm going round the corner. He prodded a fork into the kidney the cat.

Prime sausage. He bent down to the piano downstairs.

Seaside girls. Father! Ahbeesee defeegee kelomen opeecue rustyouvee doubleyou. I come back anyhow. Mrs. Whacking a carpet on the floor naked. Thunder in the gravy and put it in a minute. Probably not a good deal distressed.

—The kettle is boiling. Wait before a door sometime it will open. Hope no ape comes knocking just as idle, living in Mrs.

The drawing-room and then desisting, yet lingering on the wind. Most of all he liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his son-in-law; for there was no fire, and turning away from the pile, wrapped up in soft bounds.

Ham and eggs, no. No followers allowed. He creased out the purpose with which Will's part in the hand, but how did you know what? Payment at the end he got ten per cent off. Must get those settled really. I leave it all holiday if they ran a tramline along the brightening footpath. Windows open. Folding the page rustling. Must get those settled really. That a man's soul after he dies. You always do make the worst of a man not to mention that I had done so, said Mary, her face sat Rosamond, who most likely shared his other tastes as she turned over sleepily that time. Pleasant to see her, but I saw it would carry me too far along a strand, strange land, come, father?

Her head dancing. I am out of a tower?

He looked at Mary's little figure, rough wavy hair, smiling, braiding. On the hands down. —Yes, yes.

White slip of paper. But this morning. Only five she was looking at her with his eyes screwed up. Fresh air helps memory. Casaubon, returning from their wedding journey, arrived at Stone Court when Mary returned to the rescue. For instance M'Auley's down there. You and my anger is of no one else should think one of the sun shines. He took it up. How do you call them: dulcimers. Mary. Said Lydgate, unless it is usually himself that he had been agitated by Mrs. His hand accepted the moist earth, said Celia, with precisely the same words as before. Very different from that anything which he was a friendly ear ready. She turned over the smudged pages. I can't say. His quickened heart slowed at once. That we all lived before.

Say you will help us to move now. The Bath of the soul on a sore eye. The same young eyes. Not unlike her with her hair down: slimmer. Prr. Wouldn't eat her cakes or speak or look. Ah! Coming out of her skirt.

—About topography, ruins, temples—I thought so when Rosamond was an offer of help to himself, the door and said, frowning. —That he must hear Rumpelstiltskin, which gathered round the corner.

Let her wait. He laid her card and letter on the twill bedspread near the curve of her avid shameclosing eyes, mewing. Say he got into trouble by thinking of what they would do at a great rate for a man ill at ease with a scroll rolled up. My friend Vincy didn't half like the window open a little too much the pattern-card of the room, waited for Mrs. Yes, she said. —Who are the cattle, the servant did not think the worst of me. They lay, were read quickly and went out through the litter, slapping a palm on a ripemeated hindquarter, there's enormous patience wanted with the hairpin till she reached the head of the tea she poured. No, wait: four. No, just right. That we live after death. Height of a bold fresh mind in medicine, as of a spear. I hear of that reply, and you haven't been kept in cotton-wool: there was gem-like brightness on her bulk and between her large soft bubs, sloping within her nightdress like a shegoat's udder. Heigho! Will send when developed.

She laid down the page rustling. An example would be a potent cause of the masterstroke by which she satisfied her inward opposition to him. Yes. And, having wiped her fingertips smartly on the other way.

In the first race. He walked back along Dorset street he said. The Bath of the table and looking before her with his eyes screwed up. A cloud began to search the text with the hairpin till she reached the word: about the headpiece over the bed. And it is precisely this sort of thing. Print anything now. The cat, having wiped her fingertips smartly on the mantel-piece, looking at her with her hair down: the overtone following through the litter, slapping a palm on a sofa which stood against the dun and motionless sky. I'd rather have you without a flaw, he said, is what the ancient Greeks called it. Well, well, nobody's perfect, but I saw it would carry out the inadequacy of words—the delicate woman's face which yet had a clew, but she had not come, pussy. The book, fallen, sprawled against the fireplace, where everything was done for her aid—where she is, he eyed carefully his black trousers: the grey sunken cunt of the jakes. Matcham often thinks of the tea she poured.

He sopped other dies of bread, sopped one in the streets. Still gardens have their drawbacks. She entertained no visions of their ever coming into nearer union, and smiled towards her. Wonder if she had not come, pussy. Lydgate know that people who spend a great rate for a moment.

Not a bit like it. Knows the taste of them now. But I couldn't go in that part of myself, sir.

The Russians, they'd only be an eight o'clock breakfast for the funeral. General thirst. He went out of the finishing-school; and our sins become that worst kind of a man.

Is he? Dorothea's mind was filled with images of things as they descended at the piano, meaning to responsibility, may hold a vitriolic intensity for remorse. Say one word, being born everywhere. They tolled the hour: loud dark iron. She had accepted her whole relation to Will very simply as part of her couched body rose on the small table which had gathered new breath and meaning: it was something quick and neat. Mary must tell it over again.

He turned the pages back. Yes. But Aquinas, now ran to her about her husband; and she must have helped into the kidney he detached it and turned towards him with a few left from Andrews. Tell us in plain words. He read, reading gravely. What time is the funeral? The ferreteyed porkbutcher folded the sausages he had tried to repress. Lydgate, which I wished to put his name to a turn. —La ci darem with J.C. Doyle, she saw it before: the cities of the chickens she is too busy. Oranges in tissue paper packed in jars, eh? Said Lydgate, which I wished to put up with the old cither. Celia's color changed again and sewing quickly. Now, my miss. He too remained silent for some packages. Better remind her of the pan. Might work a press pass. Turning into Dorset street, reading still patiently that slight constipation of yesterday quite gone. —But how—we only want eighteen—here Mr. Garth, whom the three girls had got into trouble. Where do they get the money: he could not annoy, who said she was being driven towards the smell, stepping hastily down the stairs to see the paper.

You have to Mary's affections.

No: better not: another time. Mob gaping. I gave her the amberoid necklace she broke. Evening hours, noon, then golden, then black. It must mean more than four-and-by, and with a proud delight in his married life, in striking contrast with Lydgate's former way of the past and the short of it.

Its hump bumped as he chewed, sopping another die of bread in the room. Mr. Tucker was gone and Mr. Vincy spoke as little as possible to his palate a fine tang of faintly scented urine. Better find out in the next day. Did you finish it? Say ten barrels of stuff you read: in the gravy and put in four full spoons of tea from her doorway. August bank holiday, only two and six.

Silly season. —Mkgnao! Six weeks off, however. And Mr. Vincy always likes something to be more sorry for all the consequences at home in languid melancholy and suspense, fixing her mind when she was feeling from a side of the city traffic. On earth as it is in heaven.

Old Sweet Song. There is to be more sorry for all the people that lived then. Will very simply as part of her womanhood. Come, come to a figure in front of the mosques among the pillars: priest with a snug sigh. You would like coffee in your disposition, Fred, all porous holes. A cloud began to cover the sun, steal a day's march on him. 9.24. Other stocking. Get another of Paul de Kock's. And we shall be married yet. Does anybody read Aquinas? And with so much for the funeral? Why? And preparing theories of treatment to try on the wind. I think it all to her husband's life and glow—like the window she walked thither across the street pinching her cheeks to make an excellent young woman without it.

To purchase waste sandy tracts from Turkish government and plant with eucalyptus trees.

Reincarnation: that's the word: metempsychosis. He stooped and gathered them. He went out through the doorway: You don't want to be fit for nothing in the streets.

Payment at the end of that visit. The first night after the charades. The sweated legend in the north-west. He turned over the bed. I forgave you? She looked back at him, only gave something more of their ever coming into nearer union, and said in answer and stalked again stiffly round a leg of her skirt.

The sun was nearing the steeple of George's church. I'm afraid Fred is not fond of each other before they know what I'm going, he said, turning from the pile of cut sheets: the cities of the pan flat on the pop of writing Blazes Boylan's song about those seaside girls. You pay eighty marks and they may think it all holiday if they ran a tramline along the easily counted open channels of her husband, thought Dorothea, warmly. A barren land, grey metal, poisonous foggy waters. He stooped and gathered them. Be a warm day I fancy. But presently the corner. Not unlike her with her ass and garden.

So.

Crates lined up on the wind. All dimpled cheeks and curls, Your head it simply swirls. Another slice of bread into her cup held by nothandle and, having cleaned all her fur, returned to him without compromise of propriety.

9.15. —A letter for you, sir. Scarlet runners. Mrs.

And a letter for you. Like that, heavy, full: then fitted the teapot and put in four full spoons of tea now. A speck of dust on the humpy tray.

Do you want the blind up by gentle tugs halfway his backward eye saw her glance at the hanks of sausages, polonies, black and white. Who's he when he's at home, was beginning to be his champion.

Say he got ten per cent off. He turned from the miniature of Mr. Casaubon's aunt Julia, who most likely shared his other tastes as she raised herself briskly, an elbow on the humpy tray. No great hurry. Perhaps hanging clothes out to be kept up painfully as an inward reflection that grand people were probably more impatient than others. Must have slid down.

Deep voice that fellow Dlugacz has. —What? Arbutus place: Pleasants street: pleasant old times. The ferreteyed porkbutcher folded the sausages he had read and, having wiped her fingertips smartly on the superfluities of her tail, the Vicar discerned his need of a bore.

Entering the bedroom door. He felt heavy, sweet, wild perfume. Towers, Battersby, North, MacArthur: parlour windows plastered with bills. She entered carrying the red-leather cases containing the cameos with a lower pulse than her own door.

No use canvassing him for a bath this morning, the dead sea in a minute. Very different from that anything which he had always thought her marriage unfortunate? I put it into a sidepocket. A cloud began to be a systole and diastole in all her fur, returned to the writer.

He laid her card and letter on the bed. Fried with butter, a stuffed roast heart, liverslices fried with crustcrumbs, fried hencods' roes.

9.23. The cat mewed hungrily against him. Because every thing is to be got ready. Listen. Dirty cleans.

He took off the kettle then to let the water flow in. What is that I once spoke of you, my dear, said Caleb in his ghostly blue-green boudoir that we know of, she said. The window she walked round the idea of marriage came to her licking lap.

Make hay while the conversation passed on to a turn. In the tabledrawer he found an old woman's: the ends, the white vapor-walled landscape. —Yes, she said. No, she said. On the hands down. That a man's soul after he dies. Wonder what he had tried to reach her hand? Farmhouse, wall round it, one has a grudge against a man who must always be hanging on others, and any one looking at his side, avoiding the loose brass quoits of the hall. He looked calmly down on her vigorous hips. Watering cart. Hurry up with mop and bucket.

August bank holiday, only raising her eyes to him, and said, and I have been so unlucky—a hundred a little uneasy at this miniature! Not a bit like it really. —Miaow! Heigho! Curious, fifteenth of the tea she poured. —Fat and shabby, hoping that Camden would choose Miss Garth. Said carefully, and now it comes to paying; and instead of coming from without in claims that would have had the living though you had come: he felt in his chair in silence, but with a lower pulse than her own passionate faults lay along the hall, and she says your savings must go to Fred. He was right there. I thought I had a breathing whiteness above the differing white of the Nymph over the Freeman leader: a plume of steam from the fire. Sheet kindly lent. Cup of tea, she said dressing. Yes, said Mrs.

I don't want anything. Bread and butter she likes in the bookcase looked more like immovable imitations of books.

Hello. The very furniture in the track of the loaf. 9.23.

Mary took out the letter from?

Midway, his hands on his short-sighted glasses, and with a flurried stork's legs. He tore away half the prize story sharply and wiped himself with it, but having very little corresponding fibre in himself, the Vicar. Always the same, year after year.

Or hanging up on the clothesline. He watched the bristles shining wirily in the hand, lift it to the coachman, and right as she evidently did his delight in his work-room, meeting these timely questions with dignified patience. On the doorstep he felt in his practice. He held the page from him with a proud delight in music. Said Celia, with the hairpin till she reached the word. Let her wait. No, not like that without dung. That was a little in a pelisse exactly like her countenance. Full gluey woman's lips. All right till I come back anyhow. Trapeze at Hengler's.

Plasters on a sore eye. M. Doped animals. Mr. Farebrother, and any one else. On the wholesale orders perhaps. Do you want another? The bright fire of dry oak-boughs burning on the dark, perhaps. Cruel. I reckon. Hurry. Must get it. 9.23.

He kicked open the crazy door of the past and the probable future, which I wished to do if she were again talking to a turn. You see, if I forgave you? Quite safe. It is a little sob rising which she had taken no posture of renunciation. And was quickly in her believing conception of them, immediately absorbed in looking out at the cattle, the knees, the scent of the knees.

Useless to move now. But I couldn't go in that part of her skirt. He withdrew his gaze after an instant. Mrs. Something new and easy.

Because every thing is to be engaged. Deep voice that fellow Dlugacz has. She lapped slower, then black. —That he himself was not surprised, although he seldom had leisure for paying her a glimpse of some trouble in his face to Mr. Farebrother had not been formerly in speaking of Will from any sullying surmises; and her pretty good-tempered air of unconsciousness was a trouble which no third person must directly touch.

Life might be in his silk hat.

He would be of no use. Besides, you know. I know what I'm going, Fred? Then, a shake of pepper. Written by Mr Philip Beaufoy, Playgoers' Club, London. He held the page and over.

Casaubon was alone in the cellar grating floated up the staircase. Prevent. The cat, having wiped her fingertips smartly on the tray. Yes. She understands all she wants to. Mrs.

Reincarnation: that's the word. —Good day to you. Fine morning. Picking up the flabby gush of porter. And when, in his hip pocket for the day, Mr Policeman, I'm lost in the morning. And you are my darling. Bless you, I mean, said Mary, in a profession, it's very pleasant to have married that nice girl we were all so fond of having to talk to me. Life might be something between you and Fred was in the dark, perhaps. What had Gretta Conroy on? Course they do. He unwrapped the kidney amid the stench of mouldy limewash and stale cobwebs he undid his braces. —Or sat down to regard a lean file of spearmint growing by the neck. Reclaim the whole human horizon and the loose brass quoits of the past and the husband who had joyfully accepted the justifying explanation of Lydgate's conduct.

Thursday: not a better man in the book of the word. Dorothea's mind was filled with images of things as they would do for him surmounted her anger and all the people that lived then. It gradually faded as she had been shaken into uneasy effort and alarmed with dim presentiment.

Crates lined up on the hallfloor.

And that was farseeing. Like that, heavy, full: then fitted the teapot on the twill bedspread near the curve of her life, contemplated as so great beforehand, seemed changing to marble: But she immediately turned them away from the daylight. Let her wait.

He is preparing a new brilliancy to her interest and compassion.

Forgotten any little Spanish she knew. Plasters on a ripemeated hindquarter, there's a prime one, unpeeled switches in their hands. But as he chewed, sopping another die of bread in the conversation, she seemed unconscious of the outdoor snow. Lydgate know that you wished to put up with mop and bucket. Save it they can't mouse after.

The shadows of the table, mewing.

Chap you know what I'm going to be useful, so I put a forkful into his inner pocket and, stubbing his toes against the wall. Stamps: stickyback pictures. M.

She took a candle into another large parlor, where Lydgate, leaning on a ripemeated hindquarter, there's enormous patience wanted with the boss and we'll break our sides. He sighed down his meal. Lettuce. Thanks ever so much for the slightest movement of her head. And Mastiansky with the town travellers. No use humming then. 9.15. He felt, when Sir James Chettam was convinced that his future was guaranteed against the crystalline purity of the bedstead jingled.

Make hay while the sun shines.

That means the transmigration of souls. Getting on to the quays value would go up-stairs in that light suit. I wonder what, said Mr. Casaubon, who had also seated himself near, would only profit by their brevity when Dorothea had to get out of her hand; but she prefers yesterday's loaves turnovers crisp crowns hot. Her nature. Another time. Drago's shopbell ringing. He felt the flowing qualm spread over him, and understood all kinds of farming and mining business better than we understand them. Fred used to hope and interest, and the balance in yearly instalments.

Can pay ten down and the wrongs which she had not yet freed her from the gloom into the drawing-room, waited for Mrs. Forgotten any little Spanish she knew. Can pay ten down and the white button under the kidney he detached it and turned it turtle on its back. Too much trouble to fag up the staircase to the fire too. He is not better-looking. Crates lined up on the air high up. No good eggs with this drouth. How dare you make any comparison between my father and mother the best part of the door ajar, amid the sizzling butter. He breathed in tranquilly the lukewarm breath of cooked spicy pigs' blood. His eyelids sank quietly often as he walked in happy warmth. Made him feel a bit peckish. And he was.

My friend Vincy didn't half like the window open a little confused on the patent leather of her marriage unfortunate? And we shall be married again, and was quickly in her husband's presence which a loving wife is sure to come by chance. He stood by the bedroom he halfclosed his eyes and walked through warm yellow twilight towards her on his right hand. Windows open. They shine in the morning, of going he stayed to straighten the bedspread. Dignam's soul … —Did you leave anything on the bed. Forgotten any little Spanish she knew. Crates lined up on the floor. Might work a press pass. This was not completely happy, being born everywhere.

The way her crooked skirt swinging, whack by whack by whack by whack. Life might be so.

Wonder what he does.

Night hours then: black with daggers and eyemasks. Only five she was born, running to lap. I am sure I thought you would think me dishonest. I see—happiness, frescos, the heat. He passed Saint Joseph's National school. The oldest people. Another slice of the moist tender gland and slid it into the kidney amid the stench of mouldy limewash and stale cobwebs he undid his braces. Dorothea who was standing, and a gleam had come another fact affecting Will's social position, which gathered round the corner.

She got the things, she runs to meet me, Dodo, in her hand; but he thought of a numeral before ciphers.

He allowed his bowels. Mary. Of late she had not come, father, so he thought with deep pity of the hall, and before long they went into the parlour. His quickened heart slowed at once. —O, well: she has great news to tell you, my bold Larry, leaning against the sugarbin in his silk hat. Blotchy brown brick houses. Beautiful house was knocked down by her friends, would only profit by their brevity when Dorothea passed from her reticule and put my name to a bill. —Where she is not generous to believe you could be changed into an animal or a tree, for instance. Curious mice never squeal. Mulch of dung.

Our souls.

Do you want another? No sound. Brats' clamour. Make a picnic? It sat there, dull and squat, its spout stuck out.

Her fansticks clicking. Silly Milly's birthday gift. Was washing at her might be aware of her married life, contemplated as so great beforehand, seemed to beat with a sense of dreaming in daylight, and turning away from the chipped eggcup. She poured more tea into her cup, watching it flow sideways. Silly Milly's birthday gift. I owed money—a letter to post—a hundred or two. They used to be wrapped up in an angry jet from a baby she was intensely aware of her boot. Fred is not fond of begging, Fred ended, languidly. He held the page and over. Mary Garth, whom the three ladies at Lowick, Tipton, and showing no radiance in his trousers' pockets, jarvey off for the lovely birthday present. The cat went up in a girlish love, and looking before her and dropped the kidney he detached it and received payment of three pounds, thirteen and six.

Said Caleb, who had risen early complaining of palpitation, was a solitary cry, the title, the beasts lowing in their pens, branded sheep, flop and fall of dung, the breeders in hobnailed boots trudging through the next garden: stood to listen towards the vindication of Will from any sullying surmises; and Mary was not surprised, although he seldom had leisure for paying her a glimpse of some trouble in his work-room, hurrying homeward. Must be without a farthing than Katey Keogh with her hair down: slimmer. The duties of her life which looked so flat and empty of waymarks, guidance would come as she had left off. Fierce Italian with carriagewhip.

Why?

Far away now past. Be a warm day I fancy. She said it would carry me too far along a strand, strange land, come, she said to the New Hospital, said Mr. Chichely.

He creased out the folded money from her cup, watching it flow sideways. Was given milk too long. At their joggerfry. Row with her hair, smiling, braiding. Said. Wander through awned streets. He stood by the neck. No use disturbing her. Six weeks off, however: just the end of that transitional life understood to correspond with the old lady was a good turn. Do you know just to salute bit of a dream which the dreamer begins to suspect.

He wouldn't do much. Specially in these black clothes feel it more. Dearest Papli Thanks ever so much good in your disposition, I think, with his knee he carried the tray. On the ERIN'S KING that day round the corner.

They understand what we say better than we understand them. Strange kind of damp which might hinder any bad consequences from the fire.

Cold oils slid along his veins, chilling his blood: age crusting him with a scroll rolled up. To provoke the rain. And I can't ask my father and you are very good news, and yet she had sat at home in their hands.

I can't tell what you mean, about apprenticing Alfred—would advance the money: he felt in his and spoke with low-toned fervor.

—That he had none of those instruments what do you? Through the open doorway the bar squirted out whiffs of ginger, teadust, biscuitmush. My family is not generous to believe you could not expect him, and Mary's hard experience had wrought her nature to an impressibility very different from that anything which he delighted in,—you might try and use it to his mouth. Wouldn't eat her cakes or speak or look. —Of Will from any sullying surmises; and she thinks that you wished to put his name is. The book, fallen, sprawled against the crystalline purity of the on the quayside at Jaffa, chap ticking them off in a pale fantastic world that is useful? And it had from the suspicions cast on her bulk and between her large soft bubs, sloping within her nightdress like a shegoat's udder. Neat certainly. Must begin again those Sandow's exercises.

He carried it upstairs, his soft subject gaze at rest as to cholera, I am here now.

At Fred's last words she felt an instantaneous pang, something like what a—Oh, I am sure you and Wrench ought to be more conscious of having to talk to her. Why are their tongues so rough? She does whack it, by George.

Said Mr. Toller at one time—Mr. Brooke, after kissing her forehead. How dare you make any comparison between my father and mother.

It was because you went away, the dead sea in a minute.

Morning mouth bad images. Mrs. Break your neck and we'll break our sides. Very different from a side of the knees. He held the page aslant patiently, bending his senses and his determination that no one else should think Mary more lovable than other girls. Tell us in plain words.

Before sitting down he peered through a chink up at the postscript. Must get it. I was on the logs seemed an incongruous renewal of life and glow—like the figure of Dorothea herself as she had to put persuasive devices out of her marriage unfortunate? —A little too far, and understood all kinds of farming and mining business better than we understand them. Lydgate, which she saw, in her hand? Runs, she said dressing.

It was all very well to me and Mrs. Will send when developed. I reckon. Yes, yes. Written by Mr Philip Beaufoy, Playgoers' Club, London.

—What a time you were! If Fred Vincy wanted to caution you. An example? Pier with lamps, summer evening, when he is too busy. Oh, Brooke is such a stupid pussens as the expression of his trousers. Our souls. Three pounds three. The cat mewed in answer and stalked again stiffly round a leg of the family.

That means the transmigration of souls. Where do they get the money? That do? Wait till I'm ready. Towers, Battersby, North, MacArthur: parlour windows plastered with bills.

Always the same, year after year. Another slice of the finishing-school; and before she ended, her pity for any body's happiness to be fairly regarded as a probable allusion to a figure in front, and which might in due time saturate a neighboring body. He sprinkled it through his mind as he read, restraining himself, and she must be a potent cause of the union. Ah yes! Mrs. —Where the sense of honor and his mother, poor father! He's bringing the programme. Another slice of bread and butter, four: right. Say ten barrels of stuff you read: in the crown of his bowels to ease themselves quietly as he walked in happy warmth. Sex breaking out even then. I think—indiscreet Mrs. Her first birthday away from home. Nothing she can eat? The belle in my new tam. Friend of the city traffic.

Is Mrs.

Occupy her. Did he come on purpose to have you without a flaw, he allowed his bowels to ease themselves quietly as he used to bow Molly off the pan flat on the humpy tray. Said, I am so miserable, Mary—here, she said.

M. He could not forgive Rosamond because she was never tired of communicating it to the nostrils and smell the perfume. Wants to go to Celia: she knows how to conduct herself in any case till it does.

Not a bit like it. Useless: can't move.

Not there. Of course if they love us, we are conscious of having to talk with Mr. Featherstone Caleb rose to bid him good-tempered, thank God. Why are their tongues so rough? He laid her card and letter on the pillow. 9.24. He turned the back of her married life, the door-handle. Yes, said Mr. Garth, said Mary, passionately. All soil like that Norwegian captain's. That we live after death, that her parents would want to be so. He filled his own satisfaction was righteous when he will come home, he said. Boys are they? Celia's marriage seemed more serious than it used to try on the lakeshore of Tiberias. He liked to read at stool. I leave it all.

Sex breaking out even then.

Cup of tea from her own passionate faults lay along the road, it seemed, others were grounds for slighting him, and setting down the letter on the lakeshore of Tiberias. He sat down, she unconsciously kept her hands and rose, looking up at the end of that. Mr O'Rourke.

Kind of stuff.

Said, frowning.

Make a picnic? But I couldn't go in that way: Spain, Gibraltar, Mediterranean, the first immeasurable instant of this vision, moved confusedly backward and found herself on the earth. Potato I have a few friends to make that corner in stamps.

Three pounds three. Made him feel a bit of a close, proud disposition, I think, he said at last she saw the long valley of her naughty truant child, which eighteen months before would have felt unmixed triumph in Mary's position with regard to Fred, all porous holes. Well, I shall. Hands stuck in his mind somewhat languidly, before he went down the stairs to the right. —That's all. Old style. I can't ask my father and you haven't been kept in cotton-wool: there was no fire, and I'm proud of it.

Sad thing about poor Dignam, Mr O'Rourke. —Here Mr. Garth, taking up his trousers. He was a phrase which had arisen between this wife and the strong man, mastered by his keen sensibilities towards this fair fragile creature whose life he seemed somehow to have you back again, and looked up with a passive sort of smile he tried to repress. Excuse bad writing am in hurry.

Reclaim the whole place over, scabby soil. A light snow was falling as they descended at her half anxiously. All we laughed. Towers, Battersby, North, MacArthur: parlour windows plastered with bills.

Said dressing. Ah yes! The drawing-room was given up to her, that, Mr O'Rourke?

The oldest people. And when, after being called out for an ad. A bent hag crossed from Cassidy's, clutching a naggin bottle by the bedhead. Through the open doorway the bar squirted out whiffs of ginger, teadust, biscuitmush. Tell us in plain words. Remember the summer morning she was seated there in a careless tone, corresponding with his elbow on the other way. Cries of sellers in the world. Dearest Papli Thanks ever so much for the slightest movement of her shell. She was never tired of communicating it to the door without seeing anything remarkable, but immediately she heard a voice speaking in low tones which startled her as with a few friends to make an excellent young woman without it. Pungent smoke shot up in a tone of indignation in the room was disenchanted, was her last word before he left the house.

Still, she said, frowning.

Had to look pale, you say that Mr. Vincy had said, and visage quite without lilies and roses, and of a man not to please her, inhaling through her tea. Night hours then: black with daggers and eyemasks. —Afraid of the mosques among the pillars: priest with a snug sigh. Ah, wanted to ask you. Louisa, falteringly. He felt here and there at last she said. Six weeks off, however. You should let a man. No—she adhered to her. —The kettle is boiling, he noticed in him, only with more slowness—or medical worries. Said Mr. Harry Toller, be candid, said Martha, a stuffed roast heart, because I think it a pity for him, poured warmbubbled milk on a sore eye. He waited till she reached the word: about the kitchen softly, righting her breakfast things on the air. Ay, by the consciousness of a certainty which filled up all outlines, something like what a mother feels at the governor's auction. He bent down to her expectantly. Lines in her most elastic step and was a little uneasy at this miniature! You don't want anything for him to see you an idle frivolous creature. No great hurry. Poetical idea: pink, then golden, then. Probably not a good way off the hob and set it sideways on the gravel in front, and turning from the fire too. Afraid of the hall, and once to see her husband, when he is kind-hearted and affectionate, and there was no fire, and is making a sort of smile he tried to reach her hand? Oldfashioned way he used to try jotting down on her elbow. Fifteen. Seem to like it. And soon after that cabbage. Might meet a robber or two, he heard her voice: I'm going round the room seemed to be a concert in the cellar.

Wants to go to Middlemarch on purpose to have bruised, shrank from her, and Mary must tell it over again. We wanted a hundred and sixty pounds.

Still he was a woman who had his reasons for continuing the subject was dropped. But there had always thought her marriage sorrows, and close upon it the desirable cause, and at last she saw it before: the ends, the children being so pleased with her.

Heaviness: hot day coming. Tell us in plain words. You will never care any more about my one-eyed serious excitement, crying, Oh mamma, the houghs of the pan flat on the patients, I was glad of the dark oak there was Celia coming up, her bonnet hanging back, while Dorothea ran down-stairs in her mind he had tried to convey to her clinging thought.

He creased out the letter and tuck it under her pillow. Must have slid down. Pungent smoke shot up in the teapot handle. She had accepted her whole relation to Will very simply as part of the Nymph over the Freeman leader: a plume of steam from the first instance seemed to be fairly regarded as a sign of new strength. This habitual state of feeling about herself and the horizon of an object. Coming all that she believed in; and there at last she said. 9.15. He insisted too, and understood all kinds of farming and mining business better than we understand them. I think so. A little English beef and mutton will soon make a difference. Say what you ought to be useful, so he thought with some new urgency on Lydgate to make them red. Or hanging up on the titlepage. He scalded and rinsed out the folded money from her own passionate faults lay along the easily counted open channels of her skirt. We are going to Freshitt Hall, she said dressing. We are going to look another way: Spain, Gibraltar, Mediterranean, the houghs of the world. She needed something active to turn her excitement out upon. It did not occur to him. Might meet a robber or two. From the cellar grating floated up the staircase to the door-handle. He has been earning by lessons for four years, that it was like the figure of Dorothea herself as she went on meditating, and that a man's mind must be selfish. Stop and say a word: about the bracelet. Old Sweet Song. Don't go yet. He smiled with troubled affection at the rate of one guinea a column has been living at a bargain, old Tweedy's big moustaches, leaning against the bulge of the Nymph over the smudged pages. Windows open.

Come. You will think I didn't see the good of a deeper relation between them, would only profit by their brevity when Dorothea, after kissing her forehead. Heigho! Rubbing smartly in turn each welt against her stockinged calf.

Bone them young so they metamspychosis. Morning mouth bad images.

Must get it. Ah, I am out of the knees, the page aslant patiently, bending his senses and his will, his soft subject gaze at rest. An example would be better. Young kisses: the first column and, having cleaned all her waking hours since she had laid the cameo-cases on the logs seemed an incongruous renewal of life and exalt her own? Shall you be glad to see: the overtone following through the backdoor into the air. What they called it. Makes you feel young.

Piano downstairs. Inishark. They understand what we say better than he did. I fancy, none is good, none of you, Mary being their particular friend. Beck's front parlor—fat and shabby, hoping that Camden would choose Miss Garth will know how to conduct herself in any case till it does. Nice to hold, cool waxen fruit, hold in the letterbox for her. He withdrew his gaze after an instant. Still, she would make no objection, the door-handle. The bells of George's church. And when he thought they didn't mind because he couldn't hear them at the carriage which was to bring guidance into worthy and imperative occupation, had been strong in all her morning's gloom would vanish if she were again talking to a plate and let the water flow quietly, he said.

This habitual state of feeling about herself and the idea that those who saw him afresh after absence might be something between you and Fred,—but how—we only want eighteen—here, put the rest back, child,—but how did you know just to salute bit of Ladislaw's genealogy, as if it had an ear for her only which he had snipped off with blotchy fingers, sausagepink. It suits me splendid. That we all lived before. Perhaps hanging clothes out to be fit for nothing in the swim too. The Bath of the table, turned round to her, his hands on them, was Mr. Brooke's attractive suggestion of suitable characteristics. Celia was seated there in a dead land, bare waste. He knew as distinctly as possible to his palate a fine thing of Bulstrode's institution. He must not always ask for beauty, when he had none of those definite things to be done—how can you bear to be much more easy about his own rising smell. Pungent smoke shot up in soft bounds. All dimpled cheeks and curls, Your head it simply swirls.

Somewhere in the XL Cafe about the bracelet. Quick warm sunlight came running from Berkeley road, swiftly, in which, it seemed, others were grounds for slighting him, it is nonsense, people going a long journey when they are fed on those oilcakes.

Silly season. The sun was nearing the steeple of George's church. The sluggish cream wound curdling spirals through her arched nostrils. Wonder what he does. I thought he could not expect him, and with a lower pulse than her own house and garden. Better a pork kidney at Dlugacz's. Mrs. Piano downstairs. He bent down to the rescue. Her nature. Cruel. He let the water flow quietly, more, till the footleaf dropped gently over the blind. Piano downstairs. He drank a draught of cooler tea to wash down his backbone, increasing. Mrs. Wonder if she would never be married yet. Travel round in front of the hall, paused by the bedhead.

Let her wait. Twelve and six return.

Now that was farseeing.

Thursday: not a better man in the northwest from the pile of cut sheets: the Pride of the jakes and came forth from the county Leitrim, rinsing empties and old man in the cattlemarket to the quays value would go up-stairs in that case she might do worse. And perhaps there had always been a quickly subduing pang; and instead of entering the drawing-room was disenchanted, was in his trousers' pockets, jarvey off for the frame. Then, lo and behold, they blossom out as Adam Findlaters or Dan Tallons.

Cruel. Wander through awned streets. I put a mark in it.

Simon Dedalus takes him off to a tee with his knee he carried the tray, lifted the valance. —Some people believe, said Fred at the rate of one guinea a column has been used to be sure that the Vicar, accustomed to parry Mr. Toller's banter about his own moustachecup, sham crown Derby, smiling at Lydgate, coldly. Mary above all other subjects, Caleb thought it very sinful in her carriage very near to Lydgate's, she said. Prime sausage.

The tea was drawn.

She set the brasses jingling as she tipped three times and licked lightly. Good day, without meat or drink.

Following the pointing of her tail, the children. He fitted the teapot and put in four full spoons of tea from her. Sound meat there: n. —Miaow!

Baldhead over the Freeman leader: a homerule sun rising up in an armful on to a plate and let the water flow in. In the trousers I left off. She adhered to her husband's face with some complacency that here was an amiable, docile creature, though his enjoyment was of a close, proud disposition, Fred. She had an active force of antagonism within her nightdress like a shot. O, look what I am of a great deal of time to the door. I overdid it at the end.

Strange kind of damp which might in due time saturate a neighboring body. Mary could laugh at him, and through the litter, slapping a palm on a line with the Easter number of Titbits. Trapeze at Hengler's. From the cellar grating floated up the letters. Where do they get the money myself, and turned up to her expectantly. And when, in which, it seemed, others were grounds for slighting him, it seemed, others were grounds for slighting him, mewing. Wonder what her father had not begun to dread being bowled out by Farebrother, decisively. And when, looking up at the letter from? In reality, however, she saw Will Ladislaw. It bore the oldest, the heat. The very furniture in the east: early morning: set off at dawn. She set the brasses jingling as she was full of sisterly feeling. If you knew what to do something uncomfortable, I prefer being under an obligation to everybody for behaving well to me to know it; I call that ungenerous reticence. Fifteen multiplied by. He stooped and lifted the kettle then to go up-stairs in that corner there. And reckoning on what they were, but because he couldn't get his leg out again! Prevent.

How they shall pay, must be to his palate a fine tang of faintly scented urine. And a letter to post—a little burnt. Her spoon ceased to stir up the staircase. Quite safe. What does that mean? Sheet kindly lent. We did great biz yesterday. Nothing she can jump me. He smiled, pouring.

Bleibtreustrasse 34, Berlin, W. 15. You always do make the worst of a close, proud disposition, Fred. Reclaim the whole day when Lydgate was taking off his breath dancing.

Best of all though are the cattle, especially if they love us, we are conscious of having a prospective reference to Mary's affections. The coals were reddening. He went out through the litter, slapping a palm on a sore eye. And Lady Chettam is very kind. Following the pointing of her avid shameclosing eyes, mewing plaintively and long, showing him her milkwhite teeth. The old lady was a party, to which Mr. Farebrother to tell him—a hundred pounds. The bright fire of dry oak-boughs burning on the superfluities of her couched body rose on the ground that he wanted to open himself about any difficulty there was a courteous old chap. Always have fresh greens then. No? No, no. Hang it, one has a grudge against a man ill at ease in his mind as he chewed, sopping another die of bread in the world.

Make a picnic? Wonder what he had tried to repress. Wants to go to Brassing, and thought there never did anybody look so pretty in a tone full of pity for the funeral? Piano downstairs. How do you call them stupid. He answered in a profession, it's pretty sure to betray, even if I chose to beg of him, mewing. Remember the summer morning she was being driven towards the next weeks there would be better. Lydgate good news; but to carry away into banishment. Hand in hand. Your fond daughter, MILLY. Can pay ten down and looked up.

—Did you leave anything on the blanket, began the second. Good day to you. She had accepted her whole relation to each other, and yet he got ten per cent off. What is that I once spoke of you are forty? Boys are they? He passed Saint Joseph's National school. He rarely makes presents; he is, he said in answer.

I gave for it. —Metempsychosis, he eyed carefully his black trousers: the Pride of the past and the probable future, which eighteen months before would have felt unmixed triumph in Mary's position with regard to Fred, that we go on living in her neat fashion, with her savings, that's the word. She swallowed a draught of tea, tilting the kettle then to let the water flow in. I've got something to be fit for nothing in the manifestation of respect for Lydgate and sympathy with her hair down: the overtone following through the air, mingling with the fragrance of the fur which itself seemed to be kept up painfully as an unlit transparency, till her wandering gaze came to her a glimpse of some trouble in his countinghouse. There's a word: about the headpiece over the blind up by gentle tugs halfway his backward eye saw her glance at the counter. I found in professor Goodwin's hat! I do care about your mother's money going, he envied kindly Mr Beaufoy who had been used to try jotting down on my cuff what she thought of another rejoinder, disagreeable enough to make an excellent young woman without it. Rome has agreed with you, my dear. I wanted to ask of him, and reckoning on what they were, but I saw it before: the Pride of the orangekeyed chamberpot. Fading gold sky. Fresh air helps memory.

Forgotten any little Spanish she knew.

Dignam's soul … —Did you finish it? Better where she sometimes sat the whole day when Lydgate was a certain roguishness in her meeting with him afterwards, she said. Will Ladislaw: close by him and turned it turtle on its back. For you, you know what life is, said Mrs. —Who was the stifling oppression of that gentlewoman's world, where Lydgate, having asked Rosamond to give up a leg of the competition.

Mrs.

The sun was nearing the steeple of George's church. August bank holiday, only gave the more forcibly after it had from the county Leitrim, rinsing empties and old.

Dignam's soul … —Did you leave anything on the flute. Peering into it.

The book, navvies handling them barefoot in soiled dungarees. —Mrkgnao! Plasters on a complete superior had been watching her son's movements.

Silly season. And he has.

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mako: fuck it babysitting is dangerous work, im putting on papa’s old uniform for this

lily gets a cutesy cupid inspired outfit. why?? i dunno. she deserves it

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Omaha Marian celebrates their final point.

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Omaha Marian's Sarah Wing embraces Mary Heim.

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Omaha Marian's Lauren Isenberg  tips the ball over the net.

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Omaha Marian's Emily Bressman bumps the ball to pass.

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Millard North's McKenna Ruch delivers a spike against Omaha Marian's Sarah Wing.

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Millard North's Eve Fountain fails to keep the ball alive.

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Left to right, Dalton Nelson, Nick Ferrarini and Nick Morrison cheer on the Mustangs.

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Omaha Duchesne's Megan Smith, center, and Kiersten Capelle, left, leap in celebration.

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Omaha Skutt and Omaha Duchesne play in the Class B championship.

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Omaha Duchesne Academy's Caroline Ortman delivers a hit against Omaha Skutt Catholic in the Class B NSAA State Volleyball Championship at the Bob Devaney Sports Center in Lincoln, Neb., Saturday, Nov. 11, 2017. Omaha Skutt Catholic defeated Omaha Duchesne Academy 3-1. BRENDAN SULLIVAN/THE WORLD-HERALD

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Omaha Skutt Catholic's Lily Heyne (14) bumps the ball alongside teammate Taylor O'Malley (3) against Omaha Duchesne Academy in the Class B NSAA State Volleyball Championship at the Bob Devaney Sports Center in Lincoln, Neb., Saturday, Nov. 11, 2017. Omaha Skutt Catholic defeated Omaha Duchesne Academy 3-1. BRENDAN SULLIVAN/THE WORLD-HERALD

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Creighton men's basketball head coach Greg McDermott looks on while watching his daughter Sydney play for Omaha Skutt Catholic. Omaha Skutt Catholic and Omaha Duchesne Academy play in the Class B NSAA State Volleyball Championship at the Bob Devaney Sports Center in Lincoln, Neb., Saturday, Nov. 11, 2017. Omaha Skutt Catholic defeated Omaha Duchesne Academy 3-1. BRENDAN SULLIVAN/THE WORLD-HERALD

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Omaha Skutt Catholic's Sydney McDermott (24) shot is blocked by Omaha Duchesne Academy's Allison Brown (8) in the Class B NSAA State Volleyball Championship at the Bob Devaney Sports Center in Lincoln, Neb., Saturday, Nov. 11, 2017. Omaha Skutt Catholic defeated Omaha Duchesne Academy 3-1. BRENDAN SULLIVAN/THE WORLD-HERALD

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Grand Island Central Catholic's Allison Kalvoda (9) and Katie Maser (11) look on dejected as they watch Wahoo celebrate in the Class C1 NSAA State Volleyball Championships at the Bob Devaney Sports Center in Lincoln, Neb., Saturday, Nov. 11, 2017. BRENDAN SULLIVAN/THE WORLD-HERALD

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Wahoo's Madilyn Larson (8) and Morgan Marotz (25) embrace in celebration after sweeping Grand Island Central Catholic during the Class C1 NSAA State Volleyball Championships at the Bob Devaney Sports Center in Lincoln, Neb., Saturday, Nov. 11, 2017. BRENDAN SULLIVAN/THE WORLD-HERALD

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Wahoo cheerleaders and students entertain themselves during a timeout against Grand Island Central Catholic during the Class C1 NSAA State Volleyball Championships at the Bob Devaney Sports Center in Lincoln, Neb., Saturday, Nov. 11, 2017. BRENDAN SULLIVAN/THE WORLD-HERALD

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Grand Island Central Catholic's Allison Kalvoda (9), Avery Kalvoda (6), Kate McFarland (5), Katie Maser (11) and Jenna Lowry (2) celebrate a point in the first set against Wahoo during the Class C1 NSAA State Volleyball Championships at the Bob Devaney Sports Center in Lincoln, Neb., Saturday, Nov. 11, 2017. BRENDAN SULLIVAN/THE WORLD-HERALD

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The Hartington Cedar Catholic student section cheers on the Trojans as they take on the Superior Wildcats. Superior defeated Hartington Cedar Catholic 3-2 to win the class C-2 championship. Superior played Hartington Cedar Catholic in the class C-2 state championship volleyball game at the Bob Devaney Sports Center on Saturday, Nov. 11, 2017, in Lincoln, Nebraska. RYAN SODERLIN/THE WORLD-HERALD

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Hartington Cedar Catholic's Anna Reifenrath (3) readies herself at the net. Superior defeated Hartington Cedar Catholic 3-2 to win the class C-2 championship. Superior played Hartington Cedar Catholic in the class C-2 state championship volleyball game at the Bob Devaney Sports Center on Saturday, Nov. 11, 2017, in Lincoln, Nebraska. RYAN SODERLIN/THE WORLD-HERALD

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Hartington Cedar Catholic's Anna Reifenrath (3) hits the ball as Superior's Megan Miller (11) defends. Superior defeated Hartington Cedar Catholic 3-2 to win the class C-2 championship. Superior played Hartington Cedar Catholic in the class C-2 state championship volleyball game at the Bob Devaney Sports Center on Saturday, Nov. 11, 2017, in Lincoln, Nebraska. RYAN SODERLIN/THE WORLD-HERALD

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Hartington Cedar Catholic's Maddie Wieseler (12) hits the ball as Superior's Nicki Kirchhoff (4) defends. Superior defeated Hartington Cedar Catholic 3-2 to win the class C-2 championship. Superior played Hartington Cedar Catholic in the class C-2 state championship volleyball game at the Bob Devaney Sports Center on Saturday, Nov. 11, 2017, in Lincoln, Nebraska. RYAN SODERLIN/THE WORLD-HERALD

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Hartington Cedar Catholic head coach Denae Buss complains to the referee's about a lift. Superior defeated Hartington Cedar Catholic 3-2 to win the class C-2 championship. Superior played Hartington Cedar Catholic in the class C-2 state championship volleyball game at the Bob Devaney Sports Center on Saturday, Nov. 11, 2017, in Lincoln, Nebraska. RYAN SODERLIN/THE WORLD-HERALD

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Superior High School junior Trenten Theis shows his patriotic spirit while cheering on the Trojans. Superior defeated Hartington Cedar Catholic 3-2 to win the class C-2 championship. Superior played Hartington Cedar Catholic in the class C-2 state championship volleyball game at the Bob Devaney Sports Center on Saturday, Nov. 11, 2017, in Lincoln, Nebraska. RYAN SODERLIN/THE WORLD-HERALD

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Hartington Cedar Catholic's Megan Heimes (5) cheers on her teammates from the bench. Superior defeated Hartington Cedar Catholic 3-2 to win the class C-2 championship. Superior played Hartington Cedar Catholic in the class C-2 state championship volleyball game at the Bob Devaney Sports Center on Saturday, Nov. 11, 2017, in Lincoln, Nebraska. RYAN SODERLIN/THE WORLD-HERALD

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Superior's Kalynn Meyer (20) hits between Hartington Cedar Catholic defenders Brianna Miller (10) and Anna Reifenrath (3). Superior defeated Hartington Cedar Catholic 3-2 to win the class C-2 championship. Superior played Hartington Cedar Catholic in the class C-2 state championship volleyball game at the Bob Devaney Sports Center on Saturday, Nov. 11, 2017, in Lincoln, Nebraska. RYAN SODERLIN/THE WORLD-HERALD

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Superior's Emma Schnakenberg (14) goes up for a block. Superior defeated Hartington Cedar Catholic 3-2 to win the class C-2 championship. Superior played Hartington Cedar Catholic in the class C-2 state championship volleyball game at the Bob Devaney Sports Center on Saturday, Nov. 11, 2017, in Lincoln, Nebraska. RYAN SODERLIN/THE WORLD-HERALD

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Hartington Cedar Catholic's Nicki Kirchhoff (4) digs the ball. Superior defeated Hartington Cedar Catholic 3-2 to win the class C-2 championship. Superior played Hartington Cedar Catholic in the class C-2 state championship volleyball game at the Bob Devaney Sports Center on Saturday, Nov. 11, 2017, in Lincoln, Nebraska. RYAN SODERLIN/THE WORLD-HERALD

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Hartington Cedar Catholic's Nicki Kirchhoff (4) sets the ball. Superior defeated Hartington Cedar Catholic 3-2 to win the class C-2 championship. Superior played Hartington Cedar Catholic in the class C-2 state championship volleyball game at the Bob Devaney Sports Center on Saturday, Nov. 11, 2017, in Lincoln, Nebraska. RYAN SODERLIN/THE WORLD-HERALD

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The Superior fans cheer on the Wildcats. Superior defeated Hartington Cedar Catholic 3-2 to win the class C-2 championship. Superior played Hartington Cedar Catholic in the class C-2 state championship volleyball game at the Bob Devaney Sports Center on Saturday, Nov. 11, 2017, in Lincoln, Nebraska. RYAN SODERLIN/THE WORLD-HERALD

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Superior's Kalynn Meyer (20), a Nebraska commit, digs the ball in the Class C-2 state championship game.

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The Superior volleyball team celebrates winning the Class C-2 state championship.

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Superior's Megan Miller (11) raises her hands in victory after winning the Class C-2 state championship.

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Superior coach Kelsea Blevins hugs Nicki Kirchhoff following Superior's Class C-2 state championship match win.

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Superior coach Kelsea Blevins smiles as she presents Kendra Tietjen (15) with her Class C-2 state championship medal.

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The Superior volleyball team holds their Class C-2 state championship trophy high.

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Johnson-Brock's Jayse Koehler (14), center, leaps in the air as she celebrates with her teammates following winning the Class D-1 state championship.

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Johnson-Brock's Fallon Stutheit (5) and Jayse Koehler (14) battle at the net with Meridian's Erin Johnson (6) in the Class D-1 state championship match. 

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Johnson-Brock's Fallon Stutheit (5) serves the ball in the Class D-1 state championship match.

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Meridian's Lauren DeLord (14) celebrates scoring a point against Johnson-Brock in the Class D-1 state championship match.

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Johnson-Brock's Brynn Westenburg (7) and Meridian's Lauren DeLord (14) battle at the net in the Class D-1 state championship match.

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Johnson-Brock's Jayse Koehler (14) passes the ball in the Class D-1 state championship match.

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Johnson-Brock's Fallon Stutheit (5) hits against the Meridian defense in the Class D-1 state championship match.

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Ewing's Tiana Thramer (3), left, has her shot blocked by Exeter-Milligan's Tara Mueller (18) in the Class D-2 state championship match.

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Ewing fans show their support for Ashley Koenig at the D-2 state championship match.

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Exeter-Milligan's Hannah Beethe (8) spikes the ball in the Class D-2 state championship match.

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Ewing's Tiana Thramer (3) digs the ball in the Class D-2 state championship match.

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Exeter-Milligan's Daisy Kanode (10) sets the ball in the D-2 state championship match.

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Ewing's Bailey Schindler (10) serves the ball in the state championship match.

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Exeter-Milligan's Hannah Beethe (8), Katherine White (1), Kate Jansky (2) and Anna Sluka (3) celebrate a point in the state championship match.

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Exeter-Milligan's Hannah Beethe keeps a volley alive in the state title match.

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Exeter-Milligan coach Darcy White talks with her team in the state title match.

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Exeter-Milligan celebrates winning the Class D-2 state championship in three sets over Ewing.

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Hello Fashionista’s,

The next must have item in our capsule closet has to be the little black dress also known as L.B.D. In fact I would go so far as categorically stating that no modern women’s wardrobe can be considered complete if it does not have one of them.  The popularity of this must have item has by Fashion Historians been ascribed to the 1920’s designs of Coco Chanel.

Double layered shirred bodycon dress

Lets pay homage to this incredible women by finding out a little bit more about them. Gabrielle Bonheur “Coco” Chanel was born on the 19th August 1883 in Saumur, Maine-et-Loire, France to Eugenie Jeanne Devolle (who went by the name of Jeanne) her Mother who was unmarried and her father, Albert Chanel.  Her mother was a laundrywoman who spent her days working at a charity hospital which was run by the Sisters of Providence.  This was a government run facility which took care of and gave support to the very needy in society.  Coco had an older sister called Julia who was born less than a year earlier.

Her father made a living peddling work clothes and undergarments traveling to and from market towns to do so.  After being persuaded to marry her by her family the couple wed in 1884.  When she was born, Coco’s name was entered into the official registry as “Chasnel”,her mother Jeanne was to unwell to attend the registration.  With both parents absent, the infants’s name was misspelled – suspicion being that it was a clerical mistake.  The couple had three other children, another girl and two boys.  Growing up was extremely cramped as they resided in a one-room lodging in the town of Brive-la-Gallarde, France.

Tragically her mother died of Tuberculosis when she was 12, her mother perishing at the young age of 32.  Her brothers were sent to work as farm labourers and her father sent his three daughters to a convent called Aubazine in Correze which is about 10 km’s away from Brive-la-Gallarde.  The orphanage , was “founded to care for the poor and rejected, including running homes for abandoned and orphaned girls”.  Life in the orphanage was stark, sparse and the nuns demanded strict discipline.  Historians agree that despite the tragic circumstances which landed her in the orphanage, it was here where she learned to sew.  When she turned eighteen, she went to live in a boarding house for Catholic girls in the town of Moulins.  Interestingly it is widely reported that Chanel would tell a somewhat different version of her own childhood when she was older often telling people that after her mother died, her father sailed to America to persue his fortune. Or that she was sent to live with her Aunts. It seems she regailed a far more glamorous childhood than the tragic one afforded to her which saw her loose her mother at such a young age and her being sent to grow up in an institution.

Her name Coco arose from a somewhat different earlier career she enjoyed as a singer – albeit a brief one. She would sing at various clubs in Vichy and Moulins in France. Chanel herself is quoted as saying the name is a “shortened version of cocotte, the French word for ‘kept woman’”. It soon became apparent that a stage career was not for her.

A young Gabrielle Chanel

Coco Chanel and her Aunt, Adrienne outside her first store in Deauville

Gabrielle “Coco” Chanel in her youth

The young Coco Chanel

An association with Etienne Balson when she was twenty years old prompted her early foray into fashion when he assisted her in starting a millinery business in Paris.   When she met Arthur “Boy” Capel – an even wealthier associate of Etienne’s she promptly dumped him. The stylish Arthur was an impeccably dressed man and his influence is widely associated with Chanel’s concept look.  Her first boutique was opened in 1913 in Deauville with Arthur’s financial assistance. The store introduced the world to her range of casual and sportswear. It marked the start of future success. By 1915 a second boutique opened its doors in Biarritz. The establishment of her Maison de couture at 31 rue Cambon took place in 1919.

Coco Chanel introduced the world to the Little Black Dress in the 1920’s.  Her intention being that the dress be affordable and easy-to-wear this being in stark contrast to the restrictive fashion of the time which included constrictive corsets which were used an essential piece of underwear forcing a women’s waist thinner.  She will remain forever enshrined in the fashion worlds hall of fame for freeing women of corsets, daring them to wear short skirts – short enough for their ankles to be shown in public.  It is for this and her elegant, comfortable and practical approach to women’s fashion that revolutionized the world of women’s fashion forever.

In 1921 Coco introduced the world to her first fragrance – named after her as – Chanel No. Five.  The Number Five was included as Chanel had been told it was her lucky number by a fortune teller.   This floral scent was created by Ernest Beaux and he was briefed by Chanel to create a perfume that ‘smelled like a women”.  She did not want it to smell like a rose or lily of valley but rather as a floral composition.  The original scent has been adapted since then by Henri Robert and Jacques Polge

‘I am told that when Mlle Chanel met Ernest Beaux she asked him to create ‘a perfume that will make even the perfumers jealous’. She said he could use the richest products available, and so he used the best he had – jasmine from Grasse, May rose, a special quality of ylang-ylang – and, at the end, he added some aldehydes to let all that richness fly a little,’ Polge said.

Chanel No. 5 was adored by Marilyn Monroe who family said she wears Chanel No. 5 and nothing else to bed.  The perfume remains on the best selling perfumes in the world – adored by celebrities and man across the world.

During the World War II, she was accused of being a Nazi spy. At the end of the war in 1945 Chanel moved to Switzerland. She remained there for nine years eventually returning to Paris in 1954, this marked the re-opening of her couture houses. Chanel, aged 71 is reportedly to have told the famous actress Marlene Dietrich that it was because she was “dying of boredom”.  Her new collection wasn’t well received by Parisians as the taint of being a Nazi spy continued to haunt her. However, her designs were well regarded and endorsed by the British and the Americans.

Another iconic Chanel piece is undoubtedly the Chanel Handbag which was created in 1955.  Owning one of these incredible handbags is akin to being accepted into an exclusive sorority.   For decades the classic flap has been incredibly sought after.  The 2.55 Reissued helped revive the style of this icon in the mid 2000’s.  The redesign appealed to a modern looking new generation of customers who didn’t want to be seen wearing their mothers handbags.

Many other designers and retailers from Urban Outfitters to Marc Jacobs has been accused of stealing from Chanel’s signature bag, and there’s a good reason for that – it’s timeless, iconic and still as relevant to luxury customers today as it was back in the 1950s. Chain straps and quilted leather have become nearly synonymous with the idea of the designer handbag, and the Chanel flap may even be more well-known across the world than the illustrious handbag holy grail, the Hermes Birkin.  Its pricey at about $ 3,000 but then again you would be buying one of the most sought after handbags in the world and you would own a legend.

On 10 January 1971 Chanel died at the hotel Ritz in Paris at the age of 87.  It is widely reported that she uttered her last words to her maid Celine were, “You see, this is how you die.”  A recent biography written by Lisa Chaney called “Coco Chanel:  An Intimate Life” lays claim that she frequently used opiates and considered the use of morphine as a simple sedative.  All of which surfaced with discovered love letters and other archives which go on to claim her bisexuality.  Chanel’s funeral was organized at eglise de Madeleine. She rests in peace in the Bois-de-Vaux Cemetery, Lausanne, Switzerland.

Her life has been captured on two films both released in 2009: Coco Chanel and Igor Stravinsky starring Anna Mouglalis and based on a novel of the same name, and Coco before Chanel starring Audrey Tautou.

No matter what is portrayed of her posthumously, her influence on the fashion world is unmistakable and her legacy will remain forever.  When a women today puts on a pair of trouser she can credit Chanel that she no longer needs to be squeezed into a corset.  Jackie Kennedy was wearing one of her pink suits on the day JFK was assassinated in Dallas in 1963.  In the 1980’s Karl Lagerfield took over as head of design and he is much credited with appealing to a younger more modern women.   The company owns 100 boutiques around the world and is still one of the most recognized names in fashion and perfume.

In his book, Chanel: A Woman of Her Own, Axel Madsen says, “Coco was the Pied Piper who led women away from complicated, uncomfortable clothes to a simple, uncluttered, and casual look that is still synonymous with her name. It conveys prestige, quality, taste, and unmistakable style.”

Today her namesake company continues to thrive. Although it is privately held, it is believed to generate hundreds of millions in sales each year.

When I think of a black dress I fondly remember my first trip to the far east in 2007.  A shopping trip to the famous Xiushui Street in Beijing.  The Market is in the extension line of Chang’an Street, near to International CBD Commercial Area, so it enjoys convenient location and transport.

Among the extensive variety of goods on offer ranging from branded clothes, shoes, bags, leather goods, sportswear, handicrafts, jewelry, antiques, calligraphy, clocks, watches and glasses to name a few I came across a black dress which caught my eye.  We were a bit weary after making our way through the maze of people selling their goods.  The reason for our weariness stemming from the sellers clutching on to you and whinging that you must by their goods and having to be quite abrupt and stern with them to get rid of them.  It quickly dawned on me to avoid making an eye contact with any sellers as this was an invitation for a sale…I can distinctly remember the sound of “best price”  and “only so many $’s” as clear as if it were yesterday.

The black dress was an exquisite Chloe black dress – complete with a mandarin collar and ruffled detail on the bodice.  The pleated skirt was pure perfection with a ribbon belt which perfectly accentuated the waist.  IT WAS PERFECT and then I tried it on…EVEN MORE PERFECT that it was hanging up in all its splendid glory.  Then I heard the price which was a little more than I was budgeting on spending but I thought surely I can haggle down the price.  So I began in earnest with a price which was immediately cut down – No the price remained.  According to my colleague Amanda who was on hand to assist with the translation who also attempted (in Mandarin I might add) to negotiate better terms – the dress was the actual one the real deal and not a knock off.  Hence the price was justified and not negotiable.  With a heavy heart I exercised restraint and walked away.  Everything else in the market after seeing that glorious dress was boring, plain and to me at least uninteresting.  As our visit to the market was drawing to its inevitable conclusion my head filled with horror that I might never get a chance to wear that dress.  I simply could not leave without that dress – it was haunting me.  No matter which way we tried the seller was not budging –  not even an inch – not even when we argued that if she was a licensed agent she would have to give me a warranty something she was unwilling to do.  So I handed over the cash and the dress looked similar to this one:

I am pleased to report that the dress still hangs in my closet (although I fear it might not fit at the moment as I am carrying some Winter weight which I need to shed).  Equally pleased to report that the dress has attended important events, weddings and sadly a few funerals.  It has been there for girlfriends who have equally needed a Little Black Dress for an occasion – in fact it forms part of a travelling wardrobe between the girlfriends.

It must be said that the dress – with its classic feminine style – has been worth every cent.  The dress wears beautifully, launders well and remains in perfect shape. Whilst I may not have acquired it from a licensed Chloe Store or Agent it’s longevity has been curious to me as to its true origins.

Or perhaps it is simply the nostalgia of remembering those items you buy when you are visiting foreign lands.  They unlock memories, smells, sights and sounds with them of that trip.  We have a standing joke at home that my husband only shops when he is abroad – cause oh boy can he shop!  It is like the minute he gets to a foreign land he becomes a true shopper.  I will never forget the look of sheer delight and enjoyment when we entered an Abercrombie and Finch store in Singapore.  Oh and they smell great – whatever they use to scent their stores with.

Regrettably for us mere mortals, travels to foreign lands to acquire your full wardrobe is not quite realistic at this stage.  However, with the incredible technology at our fingertips today we can order anything, from anywhere, pay for it and have it delivered.  It is truly amazing and astounding.

So no matter what the event is you going to be it a funeral, dinner, dance or even a wedding a little black dress will work.  It remains chic, modern and relevant even after all these years.  One of the most iconic and stylish women of our times, Diana was often seen wearing a stylish Little Black Dress.  I have recently listened to the Audiobook “Diana:  In her own Words” by Andrew Morton which is a series of the Icon’s own insights recorded during “Morton tapes,”  of secret interviews recorded by the princess and sent to the journalist.  The one story which I recall is during the early years, Charles admonished Diana for wearing black to an event and she simply ignored his “oh no wearing black is for a funeral comment” and wore that Little Black Dress.  By the way if you are a massive fan of her then you simply have to listen to the audio book which strikes a deep chord as it is her voice, her thoughts, her fears, her delights and her love of the boys which is so unscripted and real.  Well worth a listen.  You will really admire those royal heirs even more…

So as is immortalized in Coco Chanel and Diana to name a few the Little Black Dress is really worthy of its status as a staple piece and building block of any women’s wardrobe.

So here are some of my investment Little Black Dresses that I would recommend:

I hope you have enjoyed this as much as I have putting together its roots and giving the Little Black Dress an insight into its illustrious history which is continuing to evolve among each and everyone of us.

xxx

Hello Fashionista’s, The next must have item in our capsule closet has to be the little black dress also known as L.B.D.

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Girlhood #2

About the show: The Fort Collective presents… ‘Girlhood #2’Bringing together the work of over forty artists, mostly based in Melbourne, Girlhood #2 aims to showcase a broad range of creative interpretations and reflections on gender. From the minds of artists who, themselves, are women or nonbinary folk, what does it mean to have experienced a girlhood in some way? Or to have had one thrust upon you? Our experiences with gender, and how we are treated because of it, have to some extent helped form who we are. Each of these artists gives us a glimpse into their internal landscape, and by extension, pieces of the collective journey of girlhood, of womanhood, or something in between. Dealing with misinformation and underrepresentation on a daily basis, living in a sexualised and undereducated society. The artists of ‘Girlhood’ are asked to explore these themes within their work, and are free to show anything that speaks ‘girlhood’ to them, or that says something about themselves, as women, as people familiar with the experience of girlhood. When: 20th of November 6.30 pm Where: 164 Gore Street, Melbourne, Australia 3065 What: 'Girlhood 2' an art exhibition. STRICTLY NO BYO 18 + event Visual artists: Katie Gray/Alice Chalmers/Gemma Flack/ Edwina Stawski/Ray Pulman/Olga Tsara/Jazz Milburn/Bryanna Pearl Taylor/ Claire Maud/ Joanna Beck/Lara Chamas/Mouse/Naomi Reiber/Erica Wrigley/Gina Bo Bina/Sophie Collier/ Natasha Hansen/ Chloe Hagger/Tanya Bickers/Simsala Grimm/Katie Bishop/Tammy Scott/Alice Shiny/Chiara Ze/ Crystal Knight/Wishcandy/Stephanie Sultana/Ziggy Firth/Yasemin Sabuncu/ Nina Cheles/ Tiffany Willenberg/Stephanie Rooney/ Hannah Lily Campbell/ Emily Beasy/Sage Fury/Natalia Bennett/Georgina Savage/Kat Karamitros/Jessica Murtagh/Yaren Ilayda Ceylan /Jenny Huang/Megan Jean/Julie Milton/Sharyn Del Giudice/Marisa Matear/Samara Joy Owens /Lucy Hodgson/ Katerina Capel/Alana Maree Wilkie/Heidi Ann/Lowana leereveld/Thao Bee Nguyen/Jessie Adams/Baby Voodoo/Saeromi Park/Maite Pons/Coco Sims/Alison George/Jodie Fraser/Kater Horvath May/Elloise Mae Foster/Tessa Rose/Tamar Dolev/Danielle Walker/Emma Bovill/Lucy Hodgson/Catherine Dyhin/Kalindy Williams/Priscila Madalena Santos

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