tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89772231710651174692024-03-13T20:59:10.055-07:00l'insetto oscuroJumeauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16557178677455424921noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8977223171065117469.post-91169212476884935422010-10-16T00:19:00.000-07:002010-10-16T00:30:05.284-07:00Plum<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qznlw5gaf_8/TLlSMh82oVI/AAAAAAAAADA/YngL4MXqooQ/s1600/plum2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qznlw5gaf_8/TLlSMh82oVI/AAAAAAAAADA/YngL4MXqooQ/s400/plum2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528540392799510866" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />One thing I will always love until the end of the world, is a good dark lip, especially one with a plum tone, I go slightly crazy. I had made a tutorial showing how I did my make-up for these pictures but it doesn't want to upload for some reason. I become fixated on certain things, like my tan boots, and olive parka, I want to wear them always. <br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qznlw5gaf_8/TLlS9WoPimI/AAAAAAAAADI/J5_UYuFT1Uo/s1600/plums.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qznlw5gaf_8/TLlS9WoPimI/AAAAAAAAADI/J5_UYuFT1Uo/s400/plums.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528541231573863010" /></a><br /><br /><br />I have a shoot next week, I'm rather excited about it, I'll share the pictures here, it will give me something to write about.Jumeauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16557178677455424921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8977223171065117469.post-48162044194874499242010-10-14T20:56:00.000-07:002010-10-14T23:08:53.823-07:00Meaning of words<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v102/arisu/ghosttales-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 460px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v102/arisu/ghosttales-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />an·drog·y·nous –adjective<br />Neither clearly masculine nor clearly feminine in appearance.<br /><br /><br />The other day I heard someone whisper to their significant other behind me, "Is that a girl or a boy?" <br /><br /><br />To tell you the truth I felt a bit of accomplishment on my part. This is my current obsession.Jumeauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16557178677455424921noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8977223171065117469.post-87342429400717297212010-09-13T14:22:00.001-07:002010-09-13T14:22:48.144-07:00This is all I've been listening to lately<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J4vmAV4OdbM?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J4vmAV4OdbM?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />This is what real music sounds like.Jumeauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16557178677455424921noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8977223171065117469.post-29497325729902651092010-08-30T22:22:00.001-07:002010-08-30T22:34:52.101-07:00Travel<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/dustyowl/4944430068/" title="sky2 by seaowls, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4078/4944430068_71497f7bce.jpg" width="500" height="340" alt="sky2" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />I can't bring myself to write about my trip to Colorado last week. It's too mentally and physically exhausting. I have a few pictures up on my <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/dustyowl/">Flickr.</a> Perhaps when I feel like I can organize everything in my head, I'll be able to make sense enough to tell the story.Jumeauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16557178677455424921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8977223171065117469.post-42190675677951988222010-08-30T21:05:00.001-07:002010-08-30T21:38:02.012-07:00Shell<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v102/arisu/hairlike.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 675px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v102/arisu/hairlike.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I change as much as a snake sheds it's skin, we move on, we grow, we learn, and we become another version of ourselves. And once again I find myself changing shells, into something new that suits me better than the last. <br /><br />Welcome, and enjoy.Jumeauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16557178677455424921noreply@blogger.com0