Saturday, April 25, 2009

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I left the woodshed alive the memory of my grandparents.


roofed small bundles of straw, tied tight, now the color of ash, for what little could be seen between the thick layer of moss that covers them.
not have a drop of water from the roof.
propped up on logs of chestnut blacks from the time, but still strong, because the chestnut does not rot even water because of the tannins it contains.


boy during the summer storms, I liked to climb on top of the well-cut pieces, the right size that they could enter without difficulty into the small cast-iron stove, immerse myself in the intense aroma of wood and grateful, curl up where nobody could see me, and only , let fly the thought, sure that no one could reach me.

The woodshed was leaning against a belly flop two-storey home, almost without plaster, with the hard stones, painstakingly drawn from the river, in plain sight.
stones brought a few at a time by mule up the steep paths carved by water over the man, smashed one by one and squared up to each lose roundness given to them for millennia rolling in the cold, clear waters.


was the same age, the house and the woodshed, but it had maintained a dignity that the house was missing.
The house looked like a man at the end of his life, barely seemed to stand leaning against the younger sister.
While this construction of wood and straw, apparently much more sensitive than that of stones and red tiles, gave a passing feeling of protection, wisdom, strength, made me feel good.

But my mother sold that small piece of land on which it was laid, the house was not ours, to the new owner came from the city, which was reinforced and repainted and refurbished the old home tired. And he put it, where there was a woodshed, a bell'ombrellone colorful and a nice lounge chair of the identical color and a nice plastic table on a nice radio.

So, some friends and I, threw down the shed to make room for future progress of the bells and whistles.


We were fast and precise, supported by the force and fury of our twenties.
And half an hour in the shed was gone.

Forever.

Friday, April 17, 2009

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The last house dear to the Star: Balmain



The old French fashion house Balmain (1945) seems to be back to its former glory thanks to a crisp as designer Christophe Decarnin and the massive publicity made to her by people in the last period of the star system. From Beyonce to Anne Hathaway, Victoria Beckham to Michael Jackson. Especially coveted are very new jackets in the collection A / W 2009-2010 with winged shoulder pads vaguely resembling those typical of the '80s.


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Stoves leggings? jeggings are coming!


I admit it. This morning while I was reading it as I was dying with laughter. Yet they are real and not so bad if you have the physique to carry them. The jeggings are a cross between jeans and leggings. They are made of stretch fabric, so they can serve as both jeans actual or leggings, worn under a dress. An alternative to tight jeans. One of the first sites to sell on the Internet is English Asos .

Thursday, April 16, 2009

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Shoe Distributors-Philips


After the distributor of the shoes 24 hours 24 Onitsuka Tiger, tested in the spring of 2008 in the famous Carnaby Street in London, here's a new Rollasole which will be spread throughout the UK. A brand of dancers who have the ability to roll up and are transported in a handy bag. Economics, are available in pink, black, silver, and gold. It could be very useful for removing the deadly heels returning from a party.


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is not a common USB memory stick and all they can afford. Most of the waste. It 's more to be showed off for actual use. Carina the idea of \u200b\u200bthe heart. The others seem a little kitsch.


Tuesday, April 14, 2009

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Plueys - Boots for the rain: D



The uncertain spring weather, with frequent showers of these last days, makes us dream of boots for the rain to get wet and muddy as we please without fear of damaging them. The American independent label Plueys is ideal. Produces rain boots limited edition design fun and witty. The name is a play on words that refers to the French term "pluie" which means "rain." They are made of natural rubber soles and low stepped. Unfortunately in Europe are found only in Coimbra, Portugal. For the rest can be ordered online with U.S. currency. A pity they are not available in Italy or England, would spread like wildfire!
For more information: www.plueys.com

Monday, April 13, 2009

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James Piatt


At a time when the only thing you want is the end of violence and prefer more diplomatic policies (except for Italy, as usual), there is always someone who bucks the trend. It 's the case of James Piatt, a designer of handbags from extreme forms. He began to play with the Peacekeeper ("guardian of the peace" and "peacemaker") in 2004, and after a most unexpected success, it produced the other on the same kind. The photos below are shown respectively Pursuader, a machine gun over the shoulder, Chesterton, only normal, and Tinkerbell. This does not have a name out of place, was intended to refer to the famous Paris Hilton's dog, which is represented here stone dead hanging from a sort of spit. Fantastic, really.
The bags are all leather.
See also:
www.jamespiatt.com


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Sci-fi sunglasses by Martin Margiela







seem to be sealed directly to one of the films in the saga of the new Matrix sunglasses from Maison Martin Margiela. Were carried out in collaboration with an Italian brand of eyewear, Marcolin.


are made polycarbonate and are available in black or bronze. They cost $ 400, or about € 370.


The first person to wear them? Paris Hilton, of course.



Wednesday, April 1, 2009

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I had a dog once, or rather, our family lived in a male boxer named Flam. In fact the correct name of Flamenco was David, but it would be very impractical to recall it in such a way each time it was removed, and then he was not the type to be formalized.

Thirty-seven pounds and goes by, the waiting time was good as fierce, impetuous, stubborn and sweet together. Nevertheless he had a good dose of aggression towards other male dogs and also to any type of animal big or small it was.



was mid afternoon and we were hanging around (me and the four-legged) on the few low-lying land behind the village when we saw a goat tied to a solitary old cherry tree with a long rope. Like any good predator Flam ears pricked up and sleeping on his back and began to approach cautiously. The goat
showed no fear and continued to graze the grass until it carelessly he had a few feet. At that point the herbivore raised his head, stood up on its hind legs with his head down and charged without delay and the potential aggressor. Flam I saw in the eyes of a flash of astonishment and dismay, and after a moment of fear. Swerved to the side helped by his powerful post and if you gave it to their heels. But he did not go away. Clearly, the instinct of the predator and pride prevailed, so he stopped after a few yards, spun around and attacked in turn galloping belly to the ground. It was the turn of the goat to quickly head back, stopping shortly after, turn and attack again.

Without ever get to the real physical confrontation continued to pursue the game is played almost without interruption, but the race of both animals, as well as to grow every time a bit 'more, gradually lost the initial drama of' violent event, to take more and more like an accomplice of the raid. Flam disappeared from the back of the dark patch of hair lifted and he began to take on at each change of direction of the town and playful posture of his race, stretching his front paws on the ground and while lifting the rear and then take to flight or to ' tracking as appropriate. The goat for his part began to make incredible leaps in the air in defiance the law of gravity and stopped to lower his head to gore that had become his playmate.

Every now and then interrupted the raids to catch my breath and take the opportunity to sniff closely to consolidate the friendship.
The show was fascinating and I'd been watching them for days, but I felt the call of my women I notice that the dinner was served. So I called my turn Flam (repeatedly to listen to me because it was not showing) and we headed for home while the goat followed us what allowed him the rope which was tied.

At that point, the prisoner began to bleat. A bleat of dismay, grief, abandonment. Flam froze a few steps, turning and pointing in the opposite direction. And she continued to call him. He looked into my eyes, silently wondering if it was not the case back to her.
I do not slowed down my pace and he continued to follow, yet at every call of his partner could not be prevented from stopping for a moment and look back.
adamantly went back home, the rumblings of my stomach had made the Act binding.
But the dinner was accompanied by poignant bleating without interruption through the window ajar.
They stopped only when it got dark.



The comparison is hazardous, but this photo sequence shows that it is very possible that two animals of different breeds are able to communicate and even play together.

Whether because they have no problem with their skin color, language or religion?