<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743757016450295983</id><updated>2012-01-24T09:51:38.124-08:00</updated><category term='childhood'/><category term='nostalgia'/><category term='the south wing'/><category term='jeremy scott'/><category term='franny and zooey'/><category term='trips'/><category term='exhibitions'/><category term='movies'/><category term='dior'/><category term='maid of honor'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='FIT'/><category term='geoffrey beene'/><category term='maternity clothing'/><category term='seduction'/><category term='rachel roy'/><category term='nature'/><category term='art'/><category 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term='piecharts'/><category term='hostess'/><category term='writing'/><category term='politcal dress'/><title type='text'>Mind Your Manners</title><subtitle type='html'>keeping southern social graces in NYC</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>julianna.rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12171828016703234938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/505150413_1e3f8513fa_o.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743757016450295983.post-8535653858284749014</id><published>2012-01-24T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T09:51:38.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New home!</title><content type='html'>I am getting settled in my new apartment and am pretty excited to have some sort of housewarming something. I am not sure exactly how I will do this, considering my living room/kitchen is probably about 10 x 10.... but I have some ideas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743757016450295983-8535653858284749014?l=juliannarosed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/feeds/8535653858284749014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743757016450295983&amp;postID=8535653858284749014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/8535653858284749014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/8535653858284749014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-home.html' title='New home!'/><author><name>julianna.rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12171828016703234938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/505150413_1e3f8513fa_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743757016450295983.post-4333536875312202472</id><published>2012-01-13T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T08:30:28.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>vagabond!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-geBgY9nVyac/TxBZOV382EI/AAAAAAAAAVY/6JuNtYQO0zU/s1600/vagabound.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-geBgY9nVyac/TxBZOV382EI/AAAAAAAAAVY/6JuNtYQO0zU/s320/vagabound.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: verdana, tahoma, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Everett Ruess with two donkeys in the Southwest in the 1930s&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: verdana, tahoma, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am in&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;process of moving to a new apartment and as often happens in NYC there was a little overlap between me and the girl moving in to replace me. So, I spent this last week as a bit of a vagabond, living out of a back pack and a totebag between a few friends houses. I am very&amp;nbsp;thankful&amp;nbsp;to have such lovely friends. I made sure to write them thank you notes and give them hostess gifts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743757016450295983-4333536875312202472?l=juliannarosed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/feeds/4333536875312202472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743757016450295983&amp;postID=4333536875312202472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/4333536875312202472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/4333536875312202472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/2012/01/vagabond.html' title='vagabond!'/><author><name>julianna.rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12171828016703234938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/505150413_1e3f8513fa_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-geBgY9nVyac/TxBZOV382EI/AAAAAAAAAVY/6JuNtYQO0zU/s72-c/vagabound.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743757016450295983.post-3522692226371262106</id><published>2011-10-04T06:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T09:49:58.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Thank You Thank You</title><content type='html'>I try to always remember to write thank you notes. I will&amp;nbsp;admit&amp;nbsp;it doesn't always happen, but I do try. &amp;nbsp;Writing a thank you note is such a good way to trick someone into thinking you are thoughtful and well-mannered. Leah Dieterich has taken it to the extreme with her blog &lt;a href="http://thxthxthx.com/"&gt;THXTHXTHX&lt;/a&gt;. Although sometimes silly, it is a nice reminder to be appreciative of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days there are so many&amp;nbsp;instantaneous&amp;nbsp; ways to communicate that taking the time to hand write a note &amp;nbsp;and put it in the mail feels rather substantial. I try to write thank you notes for the following things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gifts- especially if someone MAILS me something&lt;br /&gt;staying at someone's house&lt;br /&gt;a thoughtful favor&lt;br /&gt;a meal- traditionally called a bread and butter note, I save these for&amp;nbsp;relatives, older people or someone I don't know well (a friend of a friend etc), because if I wrote thank you notes every time i had dinner at a&amp;nbsp;fiends&amp;nbsp;house i&amp;nbsp;would&amp;nbsp;be writing thank you notes ALL THE TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-XKeHytTd0/TtUbHJ36myI/AAAAAAAAAVM/FKzoAGmMhsM/s1600/with+thanks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-XKeHytTd0/TtUbHJ36myI/AAAAAAAAAVM/FKzoAGmMhsM/s320/with+thanks.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;thank you note from&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/77712347/thank-you-red-on-black-folded-note-card?ref=tre-1266249819-1"&gt;near modern disaster&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some resources:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.emilypost.com/social-life/gift-giving-and-receiving/880-appropriate-thank-you-notes"&gt;emily post on thank you notes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/treasury/NTQ5ODcwMHwxMjY2MjQ5ODE5/thank-you-thank-you-thank-you?ref=pr_treasury"&gt;a treasury&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743757016450295983-3522692226371262106?l=juliannarosed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/feeds/3522692226371262106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743757016450295983&amp;postID=3522692226371262106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/3522692226371262106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/3522692226371262106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/2011/10/thank-you-thank-you-thank-you.html' title='Thank You Thank You Thank You'/><author><name>julianna.rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12171828016703234938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/505150413_1e3f8513fa_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-XKeHytTd0/TtUbHJ36myI/AAAAAAAAAVM/FKzoAGmMhsM/s72-c/with+thanks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743757016450295983.post-7844981021813304641</id><published>2011-08-25T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T06:28:48.306-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manners'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hostess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='links'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parties'/><title type='text'>Hostess Gifts</title><content type='html'>I feel like a lot of young people don't know that when someone throws you a nice party or lets you stay at their house, you should bring them a &lt;a href="http://www.emilypost.com/social-life/hosts-and-guests/772-should-i-bring-a-hostess-gift"&gt;Hostess Gift&lt;/a&gt;! I was excited to see &lt;a href="http://www.refinery29.com/best-hostess-gifts-to-give"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; slide show on &lt;a href="http://www.refinery29.com/"&gt;Refinery 29&lt;/a&gt; this morning. I would be tickled pink if someone gave me the Soapsicles!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743757016450295983-7844981021813304641?l=juliannarosed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/feeds/7844981021813304641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743757016450295983&amp;postID=7844981021813304641' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/7844981021813304641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/7844981021813304641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/2011/08/hostess-gifts.html' title='Hostess Gifts'/><author><name>julianna.rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12171828016703234938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/505150413_1e3f8513fa_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743757016450295983.post-3641537561624367327</id><published>2011-08-10T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T19:45:17.663-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bridal shower'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='florida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maid of honor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>a summer bridal shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vtpNaHhirfs/TkKOi27OIYI/AAAAAAAAAUA/dyUzJJivMHY/s1600/6010565050_9b986e3154.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vtpNaHhirfs/TkKOi27OIYI/AAAAAAAAAUA/dyUzJJivMHY/s320/6010565050_9b986e3154.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639226412931883394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LnYmYl5ZWSw/TkKOaZMd8cI/AAAAAAAAATw/fmy6OeVJ_38/s1600/5998064891_8015b1af0a.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LnYmYl5ZWSw/TkKOaZMd8cI/AAAAAAAAATw/fmy6OeVJ_38/s320/5998064891_8015b1af0a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639226267512205762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y5ggUZmdy5E/TkKOaJVyhfI/AAAAAAAAATo/Xmrpme8ghcw/s1600/5998069877_b11d43dc28.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y5ggUZmdy5E/TkKOaJVyhfI/AAAAAAAAATo/Xmrpme8ghcw/s320/5998069877_b11d43dc28.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639226263256335858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vAXzpiv7V0A/TkKOZ7IlIPI/AAAAAAAAATg/srvHohycQ2o/s1600/5998623104_e6c83dcb7c.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vAXzpiv7V0A/TkKOZ7IlIPI/AAAAAAAAATg/srvHohycQ2o/s1600/5998623104_e6c83dcb7c.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vAXzpiv7V0A/TkKOZ7IlIPI/AAAAAAAAATg/srvHohycQ2o/s320/5998623104_e6c83dcb7c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639226259442835698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Photos by the insanely talented &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/japancakewalk/"&gt;Danielle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A few weeks ago I threw a bridal shower for my BFF, Brittney. Well, really, my incredibly generous and talented mother hosted it, I just flew in from NYC, made these tiny &lt;a href="http://www.videojug.com/film/how-to-make-an-endive-appetizer"&gt;endive boats&lt;/a&gt;, put on a pretty dress and answered the door.  My mother&lt;a href="http://www.cooks.com/rec/view/0,183,157161-231201,00.html"&gt; did &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cooks.com/rec/doc/0,166,150167-228206,00.html"&gt;all &lt;/a&gt;the &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/cucumber-sandwiches-i/detail.aspx"&gt;real &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/search?aq=0&amp;amp;oq=pickled+shri&amp;amp;sourceid=chrome&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;q=pickled+shrimp#sclient=psy&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;source=hp&amp;amp;q=pickled+shrimp&amp;amp;pbx=1&amp;amp;oq=pickled+shrimp&amp;amp;aq=f&amp;amp;aqi=g1g-c2g2&amp;amp;aql=&amp;amp;gs_sm=e&amp;amp;gs_upl=1863l1863l0l2072l1l1l0l0l0l0l112l112l0.1l1l0&amp;amp;bav=on.2,or.r_gc.r_pw.r_cp.&amp;amp;fp=2218936981cdb3ba&amp;amp;biw=1016&amp;amp;bih=626"&gt;work&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Menu:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;endive boats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;cucumber sandwiches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;pickled shrimp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;roasted  pecans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;brie wheel and jam in puff pastry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;german chocolate cake (from &lt;a href="http://www.charliesgourmetpastries.com/"&gt;Charlie's&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;mini poundcakes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;citrus punch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;spiked mint apricot tea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Brit didn't want any of the crass games often played at bridal showers, but I found&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/72691198/barn-sale-1958-bride-bingo-true-bridal?ref=sr_list_3&amp;amp;ga_search_submit=&amp;amp;ga_search_query=bridal+bingo&amp;amp;ga_view_type=list&amp;amp;ga_ship_to=US&amp;amp;ga_search_type=vintage&amp;amp;ga_facet=vintage"&gt; this&lt;/a&gt; fun vintage bingo game (stole the idea from my friend Allison). The game was great because a lot of the wedding related items are so outdated that many of the younger ladies had to ask the moms, aunts, and grandmas to explain them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Some inspiration for your own shower, &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/treasury/NTQ5ODcwMHw1NTg4ODIwNjA/a-summer-bridal-shower"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YfyQjlLWoIk/TkKOaReNggI/AAAAAAAAAT4/XGO6p6l9lYo/s1600/5994801520_3c1ee348c4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YfyQjlLWoIk/TkKOaReNggI/AAAAAAAAAT4/XGO6p6l9lYo/s320/5994801520_3c1ee348c4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639226265439142402" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Being a gracious hostess is hard work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743757016450295983-3641537561624367327?l=juliannarosed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/feeds/3641537561624367327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743757016450295983&amp;postID=3641537561624367327' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/3641537561624367327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/3641537561624367327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/2011/08/summer-bridal-shower.html' title='a summer bridal shower'/><author><name>julianna.rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12171828016703234938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/505150413_1e3f8513fa_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vtpNaHhirfs/TkKOi27OIYI/AAAAAAAAAUA/dyUzJJivMHY/s72-c/6010565050_9b986e3154.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743757016450295983.post-6779313612024710969</id><published>2011-07-06T06:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T06:44:02.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>scranton 1920</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/leastwanted/5905892254/" title="scranton 1920"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5031/5905892254_de47130bf8.jpg" alt="scranton 1920 by Least Wanted" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/leastwanted/5905892254/"&gt;scranton 1920&lt;/a&gt; a photo by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/leastwanted/"&gt;Least Wanted&lt;/a&gt; on Flickr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;i love these old mugshots.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743757016450295983-6779313612024710969?l=juliannarosed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/feeds/6779313612024710969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743757016450295983&amp;postID=6779313612024710969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/6779313612024710969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/6779313612024710969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/2011/07/scranton-1920.html' title='scranton 1920'/><author><name>julianna.rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12171828016703234938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/505150413_1e3f8513fa_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5031/5905892254_de47130bf8_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743757016450295983.post-2565687970843499219</id><published>2011-07-05T06:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T07:42:19.926-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marketing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>I Read A Book!: Cinderella Ate My Daughter by Peggy Orenstein</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago a friend of mine handed me a &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2011/01/23/books/review/Paul-t.html?_r=1&amp;amp;scp=1&amp;amp;sq=cinderella%20ate%20my%20daughter&amp;amp;st=cse"&gt;book&lt;/a&gt;, "it won't tell you anything you don't already know, but it's a good read." Having just admitted defeat in my attempt to read &lt;i&gt;Villette &lt;/i&gt; (I am no longer allowed to pick the book club books) I was glad to tear into something that was thought provoking but not written in 19th century British English. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although, now that I am thinking about it, in a way the two books are related. Both deal with how  girls are educated and related frustrations, be it in the early 19th century or today. While I had a hard time breaking into Charlotte Bronte's 19th century prose, I found Peggy Orenstein's work very accessible and easy to read on the train.  That is very important, since I do most of my reading on the subway, and more often than not if something is too engrossing or heavy, I won't realized I have missed my stop until I am halfway to Canarsie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I enjoyed that Orenstein broke gown "girlie-girl" culture and the marketing machine that promotes it, but also articulated a desire to not belittle things that are gendered as female and not teach her child that "boy things" are better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As someone who both studies fashion and feminism, I am often confronted with the way the fashion industry participates in a lot of rather harmful practices. Especially things the promote negative self image in women and girls. But one of the reasons I love fashion, and fashion theory, is that our clothing can be so freeing. Dress has the ability to break so many boundries, mores, and gender norms. I think it is important to remember too that fashion can be a way for girls to express themselves and experiment with identity and gender and not just something the creates an unobtainable idea. I just wish the fashion industry would remember that....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743757016450295983-2565687970843499219?l=juliannarosed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/feeds/2565687970843499219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743757016450295983&amp;postID=2565687970843499219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/2565687970843499219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/2565687970843499219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-read-book-cinderella-ate-my-daughter.html' title='I Read A Book!: Cinderella Ate My Daughter by Peggy Orenstein'/><author><name>julianna.rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12171828016703234938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/505150413_1e3f8513fa_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743757016450295983.post-4356420728846086979</id><published>2011-06-29T10:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T11:10:40.613-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='academic limbo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thesis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='master&apos;s degree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion history'/><title type='text'>FIT Special Collections</title><content type='html'>I had a pretty exciting meeting with the director of Special Collections at FIT yesterday afternoon! I am very excited to start working on some projects and try to get my thesis back on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is so easy to feel overwhelmed by research, especially when the subject is something you are really passionate about and also something that seems really large and overarching. Rereading my initial proposal last night made things seem less daunting. I am excited to see what feedback I get on it. I am really ready to have this part of my life be complete and be out of academic limbo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and really, i can't wait to show the world how these two things are sartorially linked.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GAVH5z1lqMI/TgtqY7IJxYI/AAAAAAAAAQc/lrCTA5L7TTM/s1600/kurtdress.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GAVH5z1lqMI/TgtqY7IJxYI/AAAAAAAAAQc/lrCTA5L7TTM/s200/kurtdress.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623705536123487618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-be_57qQXzaA/TgtqYldVVaI/AAAAAAAAAQU/7DpaDjn8Ay8/s1600/loretta.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-be_57qQXzaA/TgtqYldVVaI/AAAAAAAAAQU/7DpaDjn8Ay8/s200/loretta.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623705530306745762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743757016450295983-4356420728846086979?l=juliannarosed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/feeds/4356420728846086979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743757016450295983&amp;postID=4356420728846086979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/4356420728846086979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/4356420728846086979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/2011/06/fit-special-collections.html' title='FIT Special Collections'/><author><name>julianna.rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12171828016703234938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/505150413_1e3f8513fa_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GAVH5z1lqMI/TgtqY7IJxYI/AAAAAAAAAQc/lrCTA5L7TTM/s72-c/kurtdress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743757016450295983.post-7541416865572480464</id><published>2011-06-22T05:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T10:10:53.233-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decatur'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vactions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='atlanta'/><title type='text'>Atlanta</title><content type='html'>This past week I went down to Atlanta for the first time since I moved away (not counting one 36 hour trip for a family event, and a few layovers in the airport). It was really wonderful and I think I had forgotten how much I loved that city (and the people I know who live there).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some highlights included:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this dog. babies. Decatur. a hike to a waterfall and ruins! croquet! cruising in a golf cart.  a swiming pool fed by a natural spring. AND KATHLEEN GETTING MARRIED. i did forget to get any chick fil a or boiled peanuts... oh well, in another five years...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-byssVcDJM4c/TgHlnIzSRkI/AAAAAAAAAQE/EadIu73DH4I/s200/IMG_5529.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621026270475339330" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cGkuUcsByoc/TgHjvRDIrqI/AAAAAAAAAO0/KWjO5E0bIcU/s200/IMG_5394.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621024211105001122" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YU0MXPn1uUc/TgHkqckq_JI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IULWCDYzCxw/s200/IMG_5515.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621025227810733202" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Pk3bPOJ3MI/TgHna5q7qOI/AAAAAAAAAQM/22BcpQK8jo8/s200/IMG_5524.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621028259278596322" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l6Eo7ongr54/TgHkqNvoABI/AAAAAAAAAPc/nLqmuM-yfS4/s1600/IMG_5468.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l6Eo7ongr54/TgHkqNvoABI/AAAAAAAAAPc/nLqmuM-yfS4/s200/IMG_5468.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621025223830142994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4iss_5fhdK4/TgHkpmkNaGI/AAAAAAAAAPU/WYwYsOYNCHc/s200/IMG_5463.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621025213313280098" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YQ9sWlw_SpA/TgHk21CubII/AAAAAAAAAP0/dpjVt4tuoZY/s200/IMG_5480.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621025440537668738" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IsZa-nqQdig/TgHj-aX_qqI/AAAAAAAAAPE/EUFjsYMmogc/s1600/IMG_5424.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IsZa-nqQdig/TgHj-aX_qqI/AAAAAAAAAPE/EUFjsYMmogc/s200/IMG_5424.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621024471306447522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uPp3OeV1QqE/TgHj9-6xUUI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Q9OV99sfrmk/s200/IMG_5401.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621024463936115010" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-saXQa6q447k/TgHk3ENJuFI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8YAWlFTTp8c/s200/IMG_5510.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621025444607932498" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743757016450295983-7541416865572480464?l=juliannarosed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/feeds/7541416865572480464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743757016450295983&amp;postID=7541416865572480464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/7541416865572480464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/7541416865572480464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/2011/06/atlanta.html' title='Atlanta'/><author><name>julianna.rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12171828016703234938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/505150413_1e3f8513fa_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-byssVcDJM4c/TgHlnIzSRkI/AAAAAAAAAQE/EadIu73DH4I/s72-c/IMG_5529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743757016450295983.post-9119566155432714094</id><published>2011-06-02T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T13:09:34.618-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weddings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pA3ZKdQlbtk/Teft8txXfuI/AAAAAAAAAOA/zCCGzN0dvuo/s1600/IMG_5277.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pA3ZKdQlbtk/Teft8txXfuI/AAAAAAAAAOA/zCCGzN0dvuo/s200/IMG_5277.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613717087875202786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nn5Iib7HDvg/Teft8PiCNhI/AAAAAAAAAN4/cJ_K7vrtA_I/s1600/IMG_5262.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nn5Iib7HDvg/Teft8PiCNhI/AAAAAAAAAN4/cJ_K7vrtA_I/s200/IMG_5262.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613717079757829650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9HB-vHulXXE/Teft71f1BnI/AAAAAAAAANw/5UtidNEbUXk/s1600/IMG_5334.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9HB-vHulXXE/Teft71f1BnI/AAAAAAAAANw/5UtidNEbUXk/s200/IMG_5334.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613717072769255026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer has officially begun in NYC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did mean  to write about my trip to California, but I never got around to it. It was wonderful, and I am jazzed to see Kristen and Kyle next week at a wedding we are going to in Georgia. I am hoping we get to do some adventuring while we are there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend I went with a group of friends to an island, in a lake, in the Adirondacks. It was pretty magical, although thunderstorms did put a damper on some of the fun times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My summer is filling up with little trips and weekend activities. I am excited for summer fridays and bike rides. Hoping to make some progress on figuring out what I want to be when I grow up, but trying to stay more stress and anxiety free than usual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is going to be a very hot summer, but i really want to try to be outside as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i will even blog more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743757016450295983-9119566155432714094?l=juliannarosed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/feeds/9119566155432714094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743757016450295983&amp;postID=9119566155432714094' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/9119566155432714094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/9119566155432714094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>julianna.rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12171828016703234938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/505150413_1e3f8513fa_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pA3ZKdQlbtk/Teft8txXfuI/AAAAAAAAAOA/zCCGzN0dvuo/s72-c/IMG_5277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743757016450295983.post-7604375533797035931</id><published>2011-04-27T09:17:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T09:17:42.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another project</title><content type='html'>not sure what will come of this, but &lt;a href="http://thisisacoup.tumblr.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743757016450295983-7604375533797035931?l=juliannarosed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/feeds/7604375533797035931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743757016450295983&amp;postID=7604375533797035931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/7604375533797035931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/7604375533797035931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/2011/04/another-project.html' title='another project'/><author><name>julianna.rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12171828016703234938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/505150413_1e3f8513fa_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743757016450295983.post-8694463365070954790</id><published>2011-04-14T11:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T11:45:25.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unidentified woman boarding the Orange Blossom Special train: Sebring,
Florida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/floridamemory/5619223644/" title="Unidentified woman boarding the Orange Blossom Special train: Sebring, Florida"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5027/5619223644_aaee6e178d.jpg" alt="Unidentified woman boarding the Orange Blossom Special train: Sebring, Florida by State Library and Archives of Florida" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/floridamemory/5619223644/"&gt;Unidentified woman boarding the Orange Blossom Special train: Sebring, Florida&lt;/a&gt; a photo by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/floridamemory/"&gt;State Library and Archives of Florida&lt;/a&gt; on Flickr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look a-yonder comin'&lt;br /&gt;Comin' down that railroad track&lt;br /&gt;Hey, look a-yonder comin'&lt;br /&gt;Comin' down that railroad track&lt;br /&gt;It's the Orange Blossom Special&lt;br /&gt;Bringin' my baby back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm going down to Florida&lt;br /&gt;And get some sand in my shoes&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe Californy&lt;br /&gt;And get some sand in my shoes&lt;br /&gt;I'll ride that Orange Blossom Special&lt;br /&gt;And lose these New York blues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Say man, when you going back to Florida?"&lt;br /&gt;"When am I goin' back to Florida? I don't know, don't reckon I ever will."&lt;br /&gt;"Ain't you worried about getting your nourishment in New York?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I don't care if I do-die-do-die-do-die-do-die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey talk about a-ramblin'&lt;br /&gt;She's the fastest train on the line&lt;br /&gt;Talk about a-travellin'&lt;br /&gt;She's the fastest train on the line&lt;br /&gt;It's that Orange Blossom Special&lt;br /&gt;Rollin' down the seaboard line&lt;br /&gt;-Ervin T. Rouse&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743757016450295983-8694463365070954790?l=juliannarosed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/feeds/8694463365070954790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743757016450295983&amp;postID=8694463365070954790' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/8694463365070954790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/8694463365070954790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/2011/04/unidentified-woman-boarding-orange.html' title='Unidentified woman boarding the Orange Blossom Special train: Sebring,&#xA;Florida'/><author><name>julianna.rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12171828016703234938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/505150413_1e3f8513fa_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5027/5619223644_aaee6e178d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743757016450295983.post-8843226468543367953</id><published>2011-03-23T13:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T13:51:28.186-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elizabeth taylor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>National Velvet</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Tm7QeWBK6ec" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;National Velvet&lt;/span&gt; is one of the first movies I remember watching. I wonder how many girls were inspired to learn to horseback ride by the film over the years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I had quite a few Halloween costumes inspired by Elizabeth Taylor's turn in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cleopatra&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743757016450295983-8843226468543367953?l=juliannarosed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/feeds/8843226468543367953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743757016450295983&amp;postID=8843226468543367953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/8843226468543367953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/8843226468543367953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/2011/03/national-velvet.html' title='National Velvet'/><author><name>julianna.rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12171828016703234938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/505150413_1e3f8513fa_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Tm7QeWBK6ec/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743757016450295983.post-3707935555302674222</id><published>2011-03-11T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T12:30:07.480-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='automat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='edward hopper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amerca'/><title type='text'>edward hopper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b46aN5IeiTw/TXqGInW_HyI/AAAAAAAAAM8/ZOw__S26b-Y/s1600/hopper%2Bautomat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b46aN5IeiTw/TXqGInW_HyI/AAAAAAAAAM8/ZOw__S26b-Y/s400/hopper%2Bautomat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582922170641620770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Edward Hopper is one of my favorite American artists.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743757016450295983-3707935555302674222?l=juliannarosed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/feeds/3707935555302674222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743757016450295983&amp;postID=3707935555302674222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/3707935555302674222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/3707935555302674222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/2011/03/edward-hopper.html' title='edward hopper'/><author><name>julianna.rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12171828016703234938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/505150413_1e3f8513fa_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b46aN5IeiTw/TXqGInW_HyI/AAAAAAAAAM8/ZOw__S26b-Y/s72-c/hopper%2Bautomat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743757016450295983.post-6382874827853763412</id><published>2011-03-04T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T07:22:09.514-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singing'/><title type='text'>kiddos</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BPA13L65ELw" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom told me once that she regrets not having a camcorder when we were kids. I can't even imagine how many silly videos of me like this there would be, except they would be much more painful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743757016450295983-6382874827853763412?l=juliannarosed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/feeds/6382874827853763412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743757016450295983&amp;postID=6382874827853763412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/6382874827853763412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/6382874827853763412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/2011/03/kiddos.html' title='kiddos'/><author><name>julianna.rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12171828016703234938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/505150413_1e3f8513fa_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/BPA13L65ELw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743757016450295983.post-3418959554523384944</id><published>2011-03-02T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T10:36:13.346-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><title type='text'>preview</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/juliannarosedisfordisaster/5492378618/" title="Salvation Mountain, Slab City, California by juliannarosed, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5015/5492378618_095db2b85b.jpg" width="500" height="500" alt="Salvation Mountain, Slab City, California" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to California last week to visit some some &lt;a href="http://hardly-starving.blogspot.com/"&gt;very dear friends&lt;/a&gt;. I'll write a real post about the trip soon, it was so wonderful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743757016450295983-3418959554523384944?l=juliannarosed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/feeds/3418959554523384944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743757016450295983&amp;postID=3418959554523384944' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/3418959554523384944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/3418959554523384944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/2011/03/preview.html' title='preview'/><author><name>julianna.rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12171828016703234938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/505150413_1e3f8513fa_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5015/5492378618_095db2b85b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743757016450295983.post-5067675675928989277</id><published>2011-02-18T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T11:56:19.864-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paper dolls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='debbie harry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blondie'/><title type='text'>heart of glass</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xLp4rH6Y21Y/TV8m9ViiQPI/AAAAAAAAAM0/47SgORBwrDU/s1600/debbie-harry-cut-out-dolls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xLp4rH6Y21Y/TV8m9ViiQPI/AAAAAAAAAM0/47SgORBwrDU/s400/debbie-harry-cut-out-dolls.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575217698903834866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iL59B_R9xkw/TV8mvbutVNI/AAAAAAAAAMs/-2esWWgVX5c/s1600/debbie-harry-cut-out-dolls.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My inner five year old is dying to have these. and so is my outer 27 year old. Paper dolls, especially the Tom Tierney &lt;i&gt;Fashions of the...&lt;/i&gt; series, were one of my favorite things when i was a kid.  These Debbie Harry dolls would have been right up my ally!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743757016450295983-5067675675928989277?l=juliannarosed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/feeds/5067675675928989277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743757016450295983&amp;postID=5067675675928989277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/5067675675928989277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/5067675675928989277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-inner-five-year-old-is-dying-to-have.html' title='heart of glass'/><author><name>julianna.rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12171828016703234938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/505150413_1e3f8513fa_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xLp4rH6Y21Y/TV8m9ViiQPI/AAAAAAAAAM0/47SgORBwrDU/s72-c/debbie-harry-cut-out-dolls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743757016450295983.post-4976164536851709999</id><published>2011-02-17T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T11:57:32.944-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall 2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vera wang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti fashion'/><title type='text'>too thin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cache.fashionista.com/uploads/2011/02/Vera-Wang-RF11-0849.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://cache.fashionista.com/uploads/2011/02/Vera-Wang-RF11-0849.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh vera. your dresses are lovely, but couldn't you let the models eat something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;image from fashionista.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743757016450295983-4976164536851709999?l=juliannarosed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/feeds/4976164536851709999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743757016450295983&amp;postID=4976164536851709999' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/4976164536851709999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/4976164536851709999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/2011/02/image-from-style.html' title='too thin'/><author><name>julianna.rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12171828016703234938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/505150413_1e3f8513fa_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743757016450295983.post-1076202741696071265</id><published>2011-02-16T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T07:30:29.630-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall 2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rachel roy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><title type='text'>nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.onsugar.com/files/2011/02/07/2/166/1668379/ff21ca62c4a2ca09_109103452_10.preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 366px;" src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/2011/02/07/2/166/1668379/ff21ca62c4a2ca09_109103452_10.preview.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;image from fashionologie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much of fashion is nostalgia.  I love the ribbon hiedi  braids from the fall Rachel Roy collection. Long braided hair always reminds me of my mother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743757016450295983-1076202741696071265?l=juliannarosed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/feeds/1076202741696071265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743757016450295983&amp;postID=1076202741696071265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/1076202741696071265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/1076202741696071265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/2011/02/nostalgia.html' title='nostalgia'/><author><name>julianna.rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12171828016703234938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/505150413_1e3f8513fa_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743757016450295983.post-444976835108679794</id><published>2011-02-15T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T07:47:37.490-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new york'/><title type='text'>new york</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.shorpy.com/files/images/4a24562a.preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 512px; height: 401px;" src="http://www.shorpy.com/files/images/4a24562a.preview.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing i love about living in New York is sometimes, you can be walking down the street and if it is foggy, or rainy, or you squint a little bit you can forget what decade you are living in. Well until your iPhone reminds you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;image from &lt;a href="http://www.shorpy.com/"&gt;shorpy.com &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743757016450295983-444976835108679794?l=juliannarosed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/feeds/444976835108679794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743757016450295983&amp;postID=444976835108679794' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/444976835108679794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/444976835108679794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-york.html' title='new york'/><author><name>julianna.rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12171828016703234938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/505150413_1e3f8513fa_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743757016450295983.post-7048832755978920860</id><published>2011-02-14T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T12:38:49.101-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geoffrey beene'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='made-to-order'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>Mr.  Beene</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.beene-iana.com/_/i_content/2010/04/12/IMG_0082-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 700px; height: 480px;" src="http://www.beene-iana.com/_/i_content/2010/04/12/IMG_0082-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite jobs in grad school was working in the archive at Geoffrey Beene. I came across this &lt;a href="http://www.beene-iana.com/main.php"&gt;blog &lt;/a&gt; last week and it made me think about what an amazing experience it was to see all of his amazing creations up close. Even though his clothes (especially in the 80s) could lean a little loud, the construction was always so immaculate and amazing. I feel like the rise of high end ready to wear has killed the sort of fashion designing that could come from knowledge of the human body and the ability to design for an individual body, not just a sample size.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743757016450295983-7048832755978920860?l=juliannarosed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/feeds/7048832755978920860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743757016450295983&amp;postID=7048832755978920860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/7048832755978920860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/7048832755978920860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/2011/02/mr-beene.html' title='Mr.  Beene'/><author><name>julianna.rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12171828016703234938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/505150413_1e3f8513fa_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743757016450295983.post-3707846716256880260</id><published>2011-02-11T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T09:19:47.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creature Feature</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gothamist.com/upload/2011/02/4amnh1930s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 478px;" src="http://gothamist.com/upload/2011/02/4amnh1930s.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The history and evolution of natural history museums is a very interesting thing. This &lt;a href="http://gothamist.com/2011/02/11/flashback_museum_of_natural_history.php?gallery0Pic=11#gallery"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; on gothamist has some awesome old photos from the AMNH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743757016450295983-3707846716256880260?l=juliannarosed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/feeds/3707846716256880260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743757016450295983&amp;postID=3707846716256880260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/3707846716256880260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/3707846716256880260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/2011/02/creature-feature.html' title='Creature Feature'/><author><name>julianna.rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12171828016703234938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/505150413_1e3f8513fa_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743757016450295983.post-1954766443399074470</id><published>2011-02-09T12:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T12:12:59.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance party</title><content type='html'>Rye Rye is awesome. The original of this song is insipid, but this remix makes me want to dance (with awesome adorable boy friends to do back up).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="height: 390px; width: 640px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/msYmvV8NWnU?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/msYmvV8NWnU?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KICKLINE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743757016450295983-1954766443399074470?l=juliannarosed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/feeds/1954766443399074470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743757016450295983&amp;postID=1954766443399074470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/1954766443399074470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/1954766443399074470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/2011/02/dance-party.html' title='Dance party'/><author><name>julianna.rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12171828016703234938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/505150413_1e3f8513fa_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743757016450295983.post-5667304022500934268</id><published>2011-02-07T08:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T08:12:50.733-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanks'/><title type='text'>with thanks</title><content type='html'>My mother always stressed the importance of writing thank you notes. I find &lt;a href="http://thxthxthx.com/"&gt;this site&lt;/a&gt; very refreshing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743757016450295983-5667304022500934268?l=juliannarosed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/feeds/5667304022500934268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743757016450295983&amp;postID=5667304022500934268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/5667304022500934268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/5667304022500934268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/2011/02/with-thanks.html' title='with thanks'/><author><name>julianna.rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12171828016703234938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/505150413_1e3f8513fa_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743757016450295983.post-2284954999790596032</id><published>2011-02-03T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T10:07:25.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>more awesome things</title><content type='html'>a &lt;a href="http://www.lettersofnote.com/2011/02/love-buddy.html"&gt;letter&lt;/a&gt; from buddy holly to his parents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend sam is haveing a V day sale in her &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/66211346/make-out-city-5-card-set"&gt;etsy shop&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buy some valentines.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743757016450295983-2284954999790596032?l=juliannarosed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/feeds/2284954999790596032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743757016450295983&amp;postID=2284954999790596032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/2284954999790596032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/2284954999790596032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/2011/02/more-awesome-things.html' title='more awesome things'/><author><name>julianna.rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12171828016703234938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/505150413_1e3f8513fa_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743757016450295983.post-8107867214621555043</id><published>2011-02-02T11:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T11:39:58.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lately</title><content type='html'>i am loving this &lt;a href="http://bangabledudesinhistory.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743757016450295983-8107867214621555043?l=juliannarosed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/feeds/8107867214621555043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743757016450295983&amp;postID=8107867214621555043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/8107867214621555043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/8107867214621555043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/2011/02/lately.html' title='lately'/><author><name>julianna.rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12171828016703234938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/505150413_1e3f8513fa_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743757016450295983.post-6231298961534199031</id><published>2011-01-21T11:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T11:39:39.117-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mistfits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='punk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piecharts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramones'/><title type='text'>punk!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/TTngaI20-1I/AAAAAAAAAMY/64lvi5Cllbg/s1600/6a00d83451c29169e20147e1c8a356970b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/TTngaI20-1I/AAAAAAAAAMY/64lvi5Cllbg/s320/6a00d83451c29169e20147e1c8a356970b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564725554251627346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this has shown up on almost all my friends blogs/tumblers/shared feeds today. and each time it makes me laugh. so i thought i would share the love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;credit: dan gneiding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743757016450295983-6231298961534199031?l=juliannarosed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/feeds/6231298961534199031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743757016450295983&amp;postID=6231298961534199031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/6231298961534199031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/6231298961534199031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/2011/01/punk.html' title='punk!'/><author><name>julianna.rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12171828016703234938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/505150413_1e3f8513fa_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/TTngaI20-1I/AAAAAAAAAMY/64lvi5Cllbg/s72-c/6a00d83451c29169e20147e1c8a356970b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743757016450295983.post-5847682037543529241</id><published>2010-08-05T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T09:45:27.622-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>Era of Confusion</title><content type='html'>Recently a few of my friends have gotten engaged.I have started regularly checking wedding blogs for ideas, inspiration, and more often than not, something to get annoyed about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because you stick a birdcage veil and Betty Page makeup on a Woman, her strapless dress is still not 1940s style. Women never married in strapless dresses until the later part of the century, and not regularly until the 1990s. Weddings happened in a church (for the most part, I am being exceptional western and christian-centric here)and you didn't wear something that BARE in a church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/TFq3AVWAhJI/AAAAAAAAALY/eJiWQg9Z-bU/s1600/vintageinspiredweddinggowns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/TFq3AVWAhJI/AAAAAAAAALY/eJiWQg9Z-bU/s200/vintageinspiredweddinggowns.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501911111143818386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Spread from Well Wed Magazine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/TFq3ZWNROcI/AAAAAAAAALg/IHbUwfUPpDE/s1600/1946_wedding_photo_anderson_john_esther.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/TFq3ZWNROcI/AAAAAAAAALg/IHbUwfUPpDE/s200/1946_wedding_photo_anderson_john_esther.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501911540872329666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A wedding party from 1946&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This goes for other eras as well. I have seen lots of misidentified vintage dresses, lots of postmodern mixing of retro styles from the 40s, 50s, and 60s (or the 20s, 30s, and 40s or the 20s, 50s, and 70s!) all lumped together and identified as one decade. Not that there is anything wrong with taking the various retro elements that you like and using them all, that is post modernism in fashion after all,  but the incorrect identification drive me nuts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to have my first post in so many months be so whiny. I promise to have a real intellectual and though provoking post soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743757016450295983-5847682037543529241?l=juliannarosed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/feeds/5847682037543529241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743757016450295983&amp;postID=5847682037543529241' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/5847682037543529241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/5847682037543529241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/2010/08/era-of-confusion.html' title='Era of Confusion'/><author><name>julianna.rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12171828016703234938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/505150413_1e3f8513fa_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/TFq3AVWAhJI/AAAAAAAAALY/eJiWQg9Z-bU/s72-c/vintageinspiredweddinggowns.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743757016450295983.post-6965445593852463913</id><published>2010-05-26T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T10:05:19.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a note</title><content type='html'>I have started writing about dessert &lt;a href="http://dessertedisland.wordpress.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743757016450295983-6965445593852463913?l=juliannarosed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/feeds/6965445593852463913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743757016450295983&amp;postID=6965445593852463913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/6965445593852463913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/6965445593852463913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/2010/05/note.html' title='a note'/><author><name>julianna.rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12171828016703234938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/505150413_1e3f8513fa_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743757016450295983.post-6254950614783673821</id><published>2010-01-28T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T18:25:21.253-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salinger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='franny and zooey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti fashion'/><title type='text'>JD Salinger and Fashion?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/S2IHFEkAWSI/AAAAAAAAAII/AC-NW08TVnw/s1600-h/lofficialdec1955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/S2IHFEkAWSI/AAAAAAAAAII/AC-NW08TVnw/s320/lofficialdec1955.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431911884267739426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; December 1955, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;l'Official&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first week in grad school a professor asked us to write about fashion in a piece of literature. I chose JD Salinger's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Franny and Zooey&lt;/span&gt;, well actually, just "Franny," the first of the two short stories that make up the book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Franny and Zooey &lt;/span&gt; has been one of my favorite books since the first time I read it, funny, because at 13 I think I missed about half of what was going on. But one of the things about Salinger that spoke to me wasn't just the way he gave a voice to adolescent alienation, but the way he described clothing. He often used clothing to complete a character, or to describe a mood. Holden Caufield's hunting cap, worn with an intention to disregard sartorial norms of the '50s, has become so ubiquitously part of the character that last winter Urban outfitters offered a variety of plaid checked fur-lined hunting caps, listed as "Holden Caps." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first read "Franny" I don't even think I knew what a sheared raccoon coat was. I grew up in Florida, my exposure to fur coats was very limited. It was the late '90s, even in my fashion loving mind in my house we were still under the influence of the original early '90s PETA "I'd rather go naked than wear fur campaign" --remember how they got all the supers* to pose nude?-- and my mother's life long vegetarianism. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, back to Salinger, "Franny" begins with a much anticipated date between the title character, and her boyfriend Lane. As Lane waits on the train platform for Franny to arrive, he realizes he hasn't dressed quite warm enough for the weather has shoved his ungloved hands in his pockets and goes to pull his muffler down around his neck (this was another foreign sounding article of clothing for me, in Florida mufflers were for your car) and his Burberry raincoat marks him as a member of a certain Northeasten upperclass (even thirteen year old me knew that). When Franny arrives and exits the train Lane notices she is wearing a sheared raccoon coat and has a moment of inner pride about how he was the "only one on the platform who really knew" that coat.  He remembers kissing her and then kissing the coat as if it was a perfectly "organic" extension of herself. The coat serves both as a stand in for Franny and as a symbol of their intimacy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, as their lunch date goes sour, Lane looks at this coat again in disgust. At first he had been please to be in the right place with the "right-looking girl." But as Franny is unimpressed by his pseudo intellectualism and going on about his Flaubert paper he becomes frustrated.  What had before seemed beautiful and classic before seems old and worn as he notices the coat's interior lining, and how it hangs sadly over the back of her chair when she gets up to go to the restroom. This of course mirrors his frustrations at realizing that he doesn't know Franny as well as he thinks he does and that the interior is not as picture perfect as he would like it to be. Franny is in the middle of a crisis of faith (perhaps brought on a by a possible pregnancy, perhaps by the deaths of two of her brothers?) but lane can't or won't get over himself enough to see it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Franny and Zooey&lt;/span&gt; is obviously about a lot more than the appropriate attire of the college set in the 1950s. But Salinger's attention to what at first seems like mundane detail is one of the things that has made his writting speak to so many generations of frustrated adolescents. Fashion is, more often than not, one of the details that makes something seem just so, and just right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you JD Salinger, for teaching a Southern girl what a sheared Raccoon coat is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;for you non fashion-y types, that means supermodels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743757016450295983-6254950614783673821?l=juliannarosed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/feeds/6254950614783673821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743757016450295983&amp;postID=6254950614783673821' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/6254950614783673821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/6254950614783673821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/2010/01/jd-salinger-and-fashion.html' title='JD Salinger and Fashion?'/><author><name>julianna.rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12171828016703234938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/505150413_1e3f8513fa_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/S2IHFEkAWSI/AAAAAAAAAII/AC-NW08TVnw/s72-c/lofficialdec1955.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743757016450295983.post-3141393171162029605</id><published>2010-01-20T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T08:00:33.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>setback</title><content type='html'>This weekend I realized a significant chunk of research for my thesis was somehow lost in the shuffle from my laptop to my new computer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not helpful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743757016450295983-3141393171162029605?l=juliannarosed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/feeds/3141393171162029605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743757016450295983&amp;postID=3141393171162029605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/3141393171162029605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/3141393171162029605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/2010/01/setback.html' title='setback'/><author><name>julianna.rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12171828016703234938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/505150413_1e3f8513fa_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743757016450295983.post-4228264830246069849</id><published>2009-11-09T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T07:22:06.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>neglect</title><content type='html'>Laura and I took a trip to the NYPL this weekend. She worked on being a lawyer and I worked on my often neglected master's thesis. It wasn't as easy to focus as it used to be when Saturday trips to the library were a weekly occurrence, and it didn't hep that it was like NO degrees in the Rose Reading Room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It organized a lot of my research from the spring, it helped me realize both how much I do have, and how much I don't have. I think after work today I am going to go to the FIT Library and check out a  few books, I really need to get this thing done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743757016450295983-4228264830246069849?l=juliannarosed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/feeds/4228264830246069849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743757016450295983&amp;postID=4228264830246069849' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/4228264830246069849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/4228264830246069849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/2009/11/neglect.html' title='neglect'/><author><name>julianna.rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12171828016703234938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/505150413_1e3f8513fa_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743757016450295983.post-1926622258003796125</id><published>2009-10-12T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T08:37:46.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>near modern disaster illustrations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/StNLFXzzDzI/AAAAAAAAAH8/WVcSDnTyRMM/s1600-h/pandj.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/StNLFXzzDzI/AAAAAAAAAH8/WVcSDnTyRMM/s200/pandj.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391735734555316018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dear friend Samantha Kramer did this custom illustration for me to give Peter for his birthday this year. I love her work and was super pleased with the final result. She was great about working with me until we had an image we both  loved (and Peter loved it too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out &lt;a href="http://nearmoderndisaster.com/"&gt;her site&lt;/a&gt; and her &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5092599&amp;ga_search_query=nearmodern&amp;ga_search_type=seller_usernames"&gt;etsy shop&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743757016450295983-1926622258003796125?l=juliannarosed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/feeds/1926622258003796125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743757016450295983&amp;postID=1926622258003796125' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/1926622258003796125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/1926622258003796125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/2009/10/near-modern-disaster-illustrations.html' title='near modern disaster illustrations'/><author><name>julianna.rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12171828016703234938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/505150413_1e3f8513fa_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/StNLFXzzDzI/AAAAAAAAAH8/WVcSDnTyRMM/s72-c/pandj.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743757016450295983.post-4840040196864095745</id><published>2009-10-08T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T09:30:29.476-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photographers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='models'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>The Model as Muse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.christies.com/lotfinderimages/d51650/d5165005l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 340px;" src="http://www.christies.com/lotfinderimages/d51650/d5165005l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa Fonssagrives-Penn photographed by her husband, Irving Penn in 1950.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743757016450295983-4840040196864095745?l=juliannarosed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/feeds/4840040196864095745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743757016450295983&amp;postID=4840040196864095745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/4840040196864095745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/4840040196864095745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/2009/10/model-as-muse.html' title='The Model as Muse'/><author><name>julianna.rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12171828016703234938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/505150413_1e3f8513fa_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743757016450295983.post-6921864979711261371</id><published>2009-09-22T13:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T11:01:06.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's never too early for foot and back problems!</title><content type='html'>Is it just me or is Suri Cruise wearing high heels?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cache.gawker.com/assets/images/jezebel/2009/09/babar092209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 675px;" src="http://cache.gawker.com/assets/images/jezebel/2009/09/babar092209.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743757016450295983-6921864979711261371?l=juliannarosed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/feeds/6921864979711261371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743757016450295983&amp;postID=6921864979711261371' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/6921864979711261371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/6921864979711261371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-never-to-early-for-foot-and-back.html' title='it&apos;s never too early for foot and back problems!'/><author><name>julianna.rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12171828016703234938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/505150413_1e3f8513fa_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743757016450295983.post-5891412035280136869</id><published>2009-09-22T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T12:17:36.256-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='space age'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christopher kane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stone age'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flinstones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jetsons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jeremy scott'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti fashion'/><title type='text'>stone age fashion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.style.com/slideshows/fashionshows/S2009RTW/CKANE/RUNWAY/00010f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 360px;" src="http://www.style.com/slideshows/fashionshows/S2009RTW/CKANE/RUNWAY/00010f.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I wrote about &lt;a href="http://thesouthwing.com/a/?p=63"&gt;Christopher Kane's Space Age meets Stone Age Collection &lt;/a&gt;. Seems that &lt;a href="http://jezebel.com/5365141/jeremy-scott-yabba-dabba-dont/gallery/"&gt;Jeremy Scott's Spring 2010 Collection&lt;/a&gt;  is channeling some of the same influences... if a little more directly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cache-foo-09.gawkerassets.com/gawker/assets/images/39/2009/09/500x_91017803_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 838px;" src="http://cache-foo-09.gawkerassets.com/gawker/assets/images/39/2009/09/500x_91017803_10.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743757016450295983-5891412035280136869?l=juliannarosed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/feeds/5891412035280136869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743757016450295983&amp;postID=5891412035280136869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/5891412035280136869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/5891412035280136869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/2009/09/stone-age-fashion.html' title='stone age fashion'/><author><name>julianna.rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12171828016703234938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/505150413_1e3f8513fa_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743757016450295983.post-5605274289260298389</id><published>2009-09-01T10:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T05:15:20.994-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grunge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thrift stores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politcal dress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='revival style'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti fashion'/><title type='text'>cyclical fashion</title><content type='html'>Walking into an Urban Outfitters has lately been like stepping into a time warp. The over-abundance of plaid, the old Laura Ashley prairie dresses, the canvas sneakers: My fourth-grade self would have been pretty stylin' in 2009. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is distressing--perhaps irrationally so. After all, I know fashion is cyclical, and I guess I am finally old enough to witness my childhood and adolescent wardrobes being revived from the dead and worn by those who have no recollection of their first appearance and don't understand their cultural, ideological importance. (Now I know how my mom felt when I dug out her old clothes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like walking into the closet of my late childhood, or at least what I wanted my closet to be. These are my old clothes: I still go back to the old '90s uniform of worn-in jeans, old henley, flannel and work boots to slack around. It's an ensemble that is comforting. It reminds me of when I idolized my older sister during her teenage grunge phase, and it conjures photos of my parents in the early '70s and my grandparents, who grew up working farms in the rural south. Wearing a knit cap with a floral dress and thermal leggings in the winter or fall isn't just mimicking Kurt Cobain, to me it's also borrowing from my foremothers who threw on their daddy's old shirts over their dresses when it started to get chilly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it's not like this is the first time history, counter-culture, subculture and anti-fashion have been mined and commodified for mass-market consumption.  As funny as I find it to walk into Urban Outfitters and see a workshirt I know came from a thrift store in upstate New York priced at $50, that is nothing compared to the $1,200 cashmere long johns designed by Marc Jacobs in the early '90s. Even Coco Chanel was criticized for dressing like a "poor person." In  Sex and Suits, Art historian Anne Hollandar has stated that antifashion is just the next fashion a little too soon.  For the last few years high-end designers have been going grunge again as well, from Hedi Slimane's 2005 Kurt Cobain tribute collection to whenever anyone uses plaid. The recession has had everyone screaming "grunge revival!" any time one of the tabloid "it" girls leaves her house in torn tights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal relationships to clothing can be tricky. Our clothing is our first level of communication with and protection from the rest of the world. What my clothes mean to me and what I want them to communicate can be completely different than what they say to the people who have to look at me in them. It all depends on context, my context of growing up in a southern, left, middle class, suburban household (something that held enough contradiction and conflict) usually means I interpret things differently than a lot of my peers. My mother encouraged, and often even required that I understand the history and heritage of anything I was interested in, from my seven year old obsession with Jesus Christ Superstar (she handed me a bible) to piercing (I got to learn about both tribal customs and infection!) to all types of fashion and fashion history (Poiret paper dolls at six years old and so much more). At this point I don't know if I became interested in fashion because my mother introduced me to it, or if it was an interest that I had and she just encouraged me to completely engage in it. I know I was special case, a clotheshorse at five years old, but in most of my childhood memories-even some of the earliest-- I remember what I and everyone else was wearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So grunge is back and it tugs at my heartstrings in a variety of ways. It's handy that a few years ago I never got around to taking up some of the old oversized t-shirts I had stolen from my big sister as a teenager, with the intention of cutting them into bits and "remaking" them and after years of skinny jeans its nice to be able to breath in a pair of "boyfriend" jeans (although, I do find that moniker troubling as well!). Again this just reflects the nature of fashion, although usually fashionable shapes and silhouettes change gradually, when a certain style becomes too extreme or just lasts too long the collective reaction is too tuck in what had been pulled out, raise what had been lowered, belt what had been loose, and cover what had been bare. And everything eventually comes back into style. I understand the appeal of thrifty dressing in times of economic woes, the original grunge movement was an antifashion reaction to the opulent ways of Reganomics and the reality of its failures, and our economy stinks right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grunge look of the early 90s was an amalgam of former fashion, but it wasn't the same as the post modern hodge pogde of the 80s. Musically, grunge was the next logical step after punk. Grunge fashion however, differed from punk fashion. Punk fashion is agressive, not only a rejection of high fashion, but an attack against it. The basic stylistic elements of grunge, on the other hand, borrows from people who have never been able to participate in the fashion system. People who shop at thrift stores because they have experienced poverty, not because they are looking for a vintage treasure. Grunge is also distinctly American in a way that punk is not- but that is a  subject for a different essay. Like all anti-style movements grunge had substyles--Courtney Love's kinderwhore look comes to mind--that were more aggressive and extreme, but they still worked off the same principles of re purposing old clothes, wearing something until it fell of your body, and rejecting the mainstream fashion system buy not participating in it.  And it too becasme high fashion, most famously by Marc Jacobs, but also Anna Sui and Calvin Klein and others.  And then of course it was mass produced and sold in the mall to suburban kids who don't know that they could get a  better worn out flannel at the church bazaar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is, of course, capitalism. We are always taking art and turning it into commerce. I find it extra horrific when the inspiration for consumer objects comes from people whose style prevails when they are forced to do without (&lt;a href="http://nymag.com/daily/fashion/2008/09/erin_wasson_homeless_people_ha.html"&gt;Erin Wasson's out of touch comments about homeless people come to mind&lt;/a&gt;), but i don't think its wrong that fashion designers are inspired by people from all walks of life. If designers like Chanel and Poiret hadn't found inspiration in Eastern dress, women might never have stopped wearing corsets.  But I do think it is important that people understand that clothing isn't simply something that we wear, like everything we make it is embedded with meaning and memory, a projection of the collective consciousness. I think its important that people know that denim began as work clothing, that a top hat represented the aristocracy in the 19th century, and that their black and white checkered scarf might be interpreted by a lot of people as pro-Palestine.  The more we treat our clothing as throw away and meaning less the more we fall victim to the cultur of conspicuous consumption and fast fashion. When fashion is about having the next new thing, real true style- something that has nothing to do with money- is lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743757016450295983-5605274289260298389?l=juliannarosed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/feeds/5605274289260298389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743757016450295983&amp;postID=5605274289260298389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/5605274289260298389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/5605274289260298389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/2009/09/syslical-fashion.html' title='cyclical fashion'/><author><name>julianna.rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12171828016703234938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/505150413_1e3f8513fa_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743757016450295983.post-1760962454730133277</id><published>2009-08-31T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T13:40:00.405-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marion davis annenberg community beach house'/><title type='text'>The End of Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2009/08/28/style/29755534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 375px; height: 500px;" src="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2009/08/28/style/29755534.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Times&lt;/span&gt; has an article on the &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/08/30/fashion/30pool.html"&gt;Marion Davis Estate&lt;/a&gt;, which has recently been revamped as the &lt;a href="http://beachhouse.smgov.net/"&gt;Annenberg Community Beach House &lt;/a&gt;.  Currently the beach house is showing a small exhibit of vintage beachwear. I would just love to have the teal and white suit! I hope I get at least one more beach trip in before summer meets its end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Image from NYtimes.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743757016450295983-1760962454730133277?l=juliannarosed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/feeds/1760962454730133277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743757016450295983&amp;postID=1760962454730133277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/1760962454730133277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/1760962454730133277'/><link 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading rainbow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pete segar'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Someone else has already written about the importance of growing up with Reading Rainbow &lt;a href="http://rae-beta.livejournal.com/125731.html"&gt;here, &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I just wanted to stop and say how sad I am that it will no longer be on the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RPu8ktavYS0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RPu8ktavYS0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and isn't Levar's turquoise blazer awesome?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743757016450295983-8991083419107300151?l=juliannarosed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/feeds/8991083419107300151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743757016450295983&amp;postID=8991083419107300151' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/8991083419107300151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/8991083419107300151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/2009/08/someone-else-has-already-written-about.html' title=''/><author><name>julianna.rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12171828016703234938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/505150413_1e3f8513fa_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743757016450295983.post-7086262408849229362</id><published>2009-08-27T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T12:41:19.257-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='costume'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maternity clothing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mad men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='January Jones'/><title type='text'>Mad Maternity</title><content type='html'>I have already mentioned how much I love the AMC series&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Mad Men&lt;/span&gt;, especially because of the detail paid to the costuming. In season three Don's wife, Betty Draper, is VERY pregnant. The first episode of the season kept her at home, sporting maternity nightgowns and day dresses. In episode two however, she and Don go out to dinner with another couple. Betty wears a lovely cocktail dress and coat in gold and salmon brocade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogs.amctv.com/mad-men/betty-epi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 375px;" src="http://blogs.amctv.com/mad-men/betty-epi2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Image from amc.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently the internet is all a flutter over Betty's smoking and drinking while pregnant, but I think its important to mention how it wasn't untill the late 1950s and early 1960s that  women of a certain social standing would even go out to social events when visibly pregnant.  In the middle of the century maternity clothing became its own area of apparel, something that corresponded with the expansion of ready to wear.  I can't wait to see what other ensembles Betty gets to wear as her pregnancy progresses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743757016450295983-7086262408849229362?l=juliannarosed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/feeds/7086262408849229362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743757016450295983&amp;postID=7086262408849229362' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/7086262408849229362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/7086262408849229362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-have-already-mentioned-how-much-i.html' title='Mad Maternity'/><author><name>julianna.rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12171828016703234938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/505150413_1e3f8513fa_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743757016450295983.post-387884516845450319</id><published>2009-08-24T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T13:00:23.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.fidmmuseum.org/.a/6a01156f47abbe970c0120a50cdf3e970b-800wi"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 547px;" src="http://blog.fidmmuseum.org/.a/6a01156f47abbe970c0120a50cdf3e970b-800wi" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Museum at the Fashion Institute of Design and Merchandising in LA has recently started a &lt;a href="http://blog.fidmmuseum.org/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;. It is a great place to get a peak into their collection if you aren't on the West Coast very often. Today the writers featured a charming Norman Norell sailor dress, its a reminder to get in summer dressing while we still can!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743757016450295983-387884516845450319?l=juliannarosed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/feeds/387884516845450319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743757016450295983&amp;postID=387884516845450319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/387884516845450319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/387884516845450319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/2009/08/museum-at-fashion-institute-of-design.html' title=''/><author><name>julianna.rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12171828016703234938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/505150413_1e3f8513fa_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743757016450295983.post-6831072313456931184</id><published>2009-08-20T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T06:35:05.199-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='debutantes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new south wales'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2481/3787056371_eed339e93f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 381px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2481/3787056371_eed339e93f.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that a lot of international libraries and archives have started putting their photo collections up on &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/"&gt;flikr.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of the debutantes displays subtle variation on her white gown and gloves ensemble that reflect her individual taste and personality, I especially like the girl on the far left's caplet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/statelibraryofnsw/"&gt;From the Collection of the State Library of New South Wales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743757016450295983-6831072313456931184?l=juliannarosed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/feeds/6831072313456931184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743757016450295983&amp;postID=6831072313456931184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/6831072313456931184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/6831072313456931184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-love-that-lot-of-international.html' title=''/><author><name>julianna.rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12171828016703234938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/505150413_1e3f8513fa_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2481/3787056371_eed339e93f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743757016450295983.post-1527251159081135046</id><published>2009-08-17T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T16:44:27.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to pick a blackberry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2431/3829972569_205e12fc44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2431/3829972569_205e12fc44.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with some girlfriends for a potluck cook out and tour of &lt;a href="http://www.gardenofevefarm.com/"&gt;Garden of Eve Farm&lt;/a&gt; on Sunday. The farm supplies my friends Allison and Jessie's CSA and the tour was led by this little guy (and his mom!) Here he is showing me the proper way to select a ripe blackberry. He was also an expert on how to pick up a chicken!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743757016450295983-1527251159081135046?l=juliannarosed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/feeds/1527251159081135046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743757016450295983&amp;postID=1527251159081135046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/1527251159081135046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/1527251159081135046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-to-pick-blackberry.html' title='How to pick a blackberry'/><author><name>julianna.rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12171828016703234938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/505150413_1e3f8513fa_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2431/3829972569_205e12fc44_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743757016450295983.post-5142032327048047534</id><published>2009-08-04T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T13:03:54.395-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apartments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strorage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NYC'/><title type='text'>new york apartments!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/SniS-js_wGI/AAAAAAAAAHk/afzrBKfoSig/s1600-h/3113848870_3df515ed65_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/SniS-js_wGI/AAAAAAAAAHk/afzrBKfoSig/s320/3113848870_3df515ed65_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366200559445459042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love living in New York, but the often bemoaned housing market is one of the most stressful parts of it for me. After two years of living on the brooklyn/queens boarder in a spacious and pretty, but poorly laid out railroad apartment I have decided that this fall when my lease expires I will not be renewing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure what is going to happen, I have a few friends looking for spots and I am also looking for one bedrooms or studios... it is both scary and exciting. But mainly I am looking forward to decorating a new place! I am hoping I will finally be in a place where I can go retrieve all my awesome vintage furniture from my Mom's house in Florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of clothes, and a lot of shoes, a slightly absurd collection of vintage luggage (that I often use for storage), and a lot of big books with pretty pictures about fashion. So storage, and interesting storage solutions are always at the front of my mind when looking for places to live. I am hoping to weed out a lot of the unneeded and extra stuff in my life, but I still know I will be trying to fit a whole lot of stuff into a very small space.  Even if I am lucky enough to find an apartment with decent sized closets I will probably have to come up extra storage space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/SniUBPCSvfI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Y3-r7_6SSoU/s1600-h/1476939746_abc32bf605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 159px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/SniUBPCSvfI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Y3-r7_6SSoU/s200/1476939746_abc32bf605.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366201704948874738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have spent a lot of time on design and decorating blogs lately, I am super excited about a new space. I really like these wine crate shelves from &lt;a href="http://designspongeonline.com/"&gt;design*sponge&lt;/a&gt;, they are definitely the more classy version of my milk crate shelving I have been using since college!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;images from www.decor8blog.com and www.designspongeonline.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743757016450295983-5142032327048047534?l=juliannarosed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/feeds/5142032327048047534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743757016450295983&amp;postID=5142032327048047534' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/5142032327048047534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/5142032327048047534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-york-apartments.html' title='new york apartments!'/><author><name>julianna.rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12171828016703234938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/505150413_1e3f8513fa_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/SniS-js_wGI/AAAAAAAAAHk/afzrBKfoSig/s72-c/3113848870_3df515ed65_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743757016450295983.post-3063947316547443141</id><published>2009-07-28T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T05:37:21.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mad men yorself</title><content type='html'>When I first tuned in to the AMC show Mad Men, I had a hard time watching it because of the horrible way they treat women in the first few episodes. But the beautiful costumes and sets, as well as just the general retro sexiness of it quickly got me hooked. As the first season developed a lot of the female characters started  standing out in interesting and different ways and became very dimensional and strong in the second season. I can't wait till the third season premiers next month. Until then, at least I have this &lt;a href="http://madmenyourself.com"&gt;fun little gadget&lt;/a&gt; to keep me entertained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/Sm79R0HW1dI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ADhyvmM5dwg/s1600-h/madmen_standard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/Sm79R0HW1dI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ADhyvmM5dwg/s400/madmen_standard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363502688733943250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743757016450295983-3063947316547443141?l=juliannarosed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/feeds/3063947316547443141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743757016450295983&amp;postID=3063947316547443141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/3063947316547443141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/3063947316547443141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/2009/07/mad-men-yorself.html' title='mad men yorself'/><author><name>julianna.rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12171828016703234938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/505150413_1e3f8513fa_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/Sm79R0HW1dI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ADhyvmM5dwg/s72-c/madmen_standard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743757016450295983.post-3759378495515521807</id><published>2009-07-21T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T14:24:32.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>theory</title><content type='html'>I try to keep this blog strictly academic, focusing on fashion theory and critique. Lately, however, I have been thinking it might be nice to have a creative outlet for my own personal sewing projects, styling and design adventures, etc.  I could just start a second blog, but that might leave me with just another domain on the internet that I neglect. If I keep them together perhaps I will end up writing more, even if more of it is fun fluff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I know this matters so much to the three people that read this I ask for your imput!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743757016450295983-3759378495515521807?l=juliannarosed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/feeds/3759378495515521807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743757016450295983&amp;postID=3759378495515521807' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/3759378495515521807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/3759378495515521807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/2009/07/theory.html' title='theory'/><author><name>julianna.rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12171828016703234938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/505150413_1e3f8513fa_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743757016450295983.post-4494032745743936688</id><published>2009-07-14T09:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T10:06:02.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/Sly3X7zFWkI/AAAAAAAAAGU/a3SmX95l85k/s1600-h/03bde39e1ef97b4107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/Sly3X7zFWkI/AAAAAAAAAGU/a3SmX95l85k/s200/03bde39e1ef97b4107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358359278480874050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/Sly59LnBkSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/DDoEPKSD0Dk/s1600-h/Model+on+Eiffel+Tower%28small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/Sly59LnBkSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/DDoEPKSD0Dk/s200/Model+on+Eiffel+Tower%28small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358362117403676962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;Lisa Fonssagrives on the Eiffel Tower, Paris 1939, Erwin Blumenfeld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/Sly2cBJr7SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/QdctBcKnHUE/s1600-h/kate-winslet-sub-cover-0809-de.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/Sly2cBJr7SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/QdctBcKnHUE/s200/kate-winslet-sub-cover-0809-de.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358358249125702946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/Sly6uxylMWI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Ey4JuZyaZQ4/s1600-h/kate-winslet-sub-cover-0809-de2.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/Sly6uxylMWI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Ey4JuZyaZQ4/s200/kate-winslet-sub-cover-0809-de2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358362969466286434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span&gt;Kate Winslet for Harpers Bazaar, 2009, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Peter Lindbergh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743757016450295983-4494032745743936688?l=juliannarosed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/feeds/4494032745743936688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743757016450295983&amp;postID=4494032745743936688' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/4494032745743936688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/4494032745743936688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/2009/07/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>julianna.rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12171828016703234938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/505150413_1e3f8513fa_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/Sly3X7zFWkI/AAAAAAAAAGU/a3SmX95l85k/s72-c/03bde39e1ef97b4107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743757016450295983.post-4923610620022255794</id><published>2009-07-09T11:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T11:50:55.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>late night text message</title><content type='html'>Last night my sister text messaged me at 12:34 am to ask if "flannel was back." I guess the grunge revival that started five years ago has finally gone completely mainstream. Not that my sister is at all mainstream. She just lives in a medium sized town with a lot of malls and has probably never logged onto style.com, she has a punky aesthetic and  buys almost all of her clothes at the salvation army, and always looks at me quizzically when I talk about the social implications of high fashion, anti fashion, and mass market consumption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I better get that thesis written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/SlY4y1nxzRI/AAAAAAAAAF0/jTsEBXqOtds/s1600-h/cdocuments-and-settingslsteinbedesktopblogpattinson_blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/SlY4y1nxzRI/AAAAAAAAAF0/jTsEBXqOtds/s200/cdocuments-and-settingslsteinbedesktopblogpattinson_blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356531252842319122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/SlY6kC3AAAI/AAAAAAAAAF8/vORlxZ7Q3zw/s1600-h/00040m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/SlY6kC3AAAI/AAAAAAAAAF8/vORlxZ7Q3zw/s200/00040m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356533197721042946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Emile de Ravin and Robert Patterson, Image from style.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Preen Fall 2008 Ready to Wear, image from style.com.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743757016450295983-4923610620022255794?l=juliannarosed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/feeds/4923610620022255794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743757016450295983&amp;postID=4923610620022255794' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/4923610620022255794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/4923610620022255794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/2009/07/late-night-text-message.html' title='late night text message'/><author><name>julianna.rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12171828016703234938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/505150413_1e3f8513fa_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/SlY4y1nxzRI/AAAAAAAAAF0/jTsEBXqOtds/s72-c/cdocuments-and-settingslsteinbedesktopblogpattinson_blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743757016450295983.post-4671738840612848441</id><published>2009-07-08T06:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T12:51:11.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bankrupt glamour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/SlSaV8c-ZVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/TMk4yGx9blg/s1600-h/00020m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/SlSaV8c-ZVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/TMk4yGx9blg/s200/00020m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356075558645949778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/SlSaWFdg75I/AAAAAAAAAFc/gCHGqW9I2JY/s1600-h/00100m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/SlSaWFdg75I/AAAAAAAAAFc/gCHGqW9I2JY/s200/00100m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356075561064132498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/SlSaWcWlg9I/AAAAAAAAAFk/9wYnCSjVSKc/s1600-h/00220m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/SlSaWcWlg9I/AAAAAAAAAFk/9wYnCSjVSKc/s200/00220m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356075567209087954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/SlTBPGYEkeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/YMQSz1mwQ1Y/s1600-h/00230m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/SlTBPGYEkeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/YMQSz1mwQ1Y/s200/00230m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356118322004136418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lacroix Couture Fall 2009, Images from Style.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last few years we have seen quite a few Edith Beale clones walk down the high fashion runways.  Designers are frequently inspired by the reclusive and eccentric mother and daughter duo, first brought to the worlds attention in the 1970s documentary &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grey Gardens&lt;/span&gt; and agin in the past few years with a Broadway musical and HBO movie based on their lives. Their aristocratic heritage and upbringing combined with mental illness and loss of wealth and a proud refusal to leave their Hamptons mansion resulted in an ecletic and iconic sort of decaying glamour.   Yesterday, when Christian Lacroix presented what might be his last couture collection, his models walked down the runway with the same sort of pride that the Beales possessed. A 'we may be broke, but we have more class and refinement than the rest of you and we don't care what you think of us' strut that highlighted the beauty and craftmanship of the couture collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The headscarves, the prevalence of black all over coverage, and the historical references of the collection do look like something little Edie Beale might have put together for her wanderings around the grounds of Grey Gardens.  However, the similarities are not just the visual. The Beales had existed in quite seclusion while the rest of the world progressed without them,  although they had always tryed to break free from the mores of their blue blood family they seemed like holdovers from the past when their story broke in the '70s. Simiarly, for the past 40 years the relevance of the couture industry has been debated. Many have hearlded its death, or argued that couture is necessary to uphold the artistry of fashion and the concept of brands, when most of their income comes from licensing.  Perhaps Lacroix was one of the best examples of this, having never even turned a profit in the houses history.  But Lacroix is alos one of the last designers and coutuires to have studied under the great couturiers of the 20th century, having worked for  Jean Patou before starting his own house in 1987.  With last years retirement of Valentino (he worked under Jaque Fath and Cristobal Balenciaga) if Lacroix retires that leave only one designer who learned from the pre-WWII and mid century couturiers Karl Lagerfeld (he worked under Pierre Balmain and Jean Patou, but really made his name in ready to wear not couture).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the economic woes of the last few years, many have been saying that is is time for the fashion industry to restructure itself, to break away from the luxury and brand name consumption mania that over saturated the early 2000s and return to the artistry of fashion.  Perhaps the fact that, despite the "luxury" craze we lived in for so long, true luxury, such as the beauty of a custom made one of a kind couture dress, a wearable work of art, had been forgotten.  Lacroix's collection, made entirely by unpaid workers,  reminded us of the beauty and the skill and complexity in a couture gown that it is truly a labor of love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743757016450295983-4671738840612848441?l=juliannarosed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/feeds/4671738840612848441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743757016450295983&amp;postID=4671738840612848441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/4671738840612848441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/4671738840612848441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/2009/07/bankrupt-glamour.html' title='bankrupt glamour'/><author><name>julianna.rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12171828016703234938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/505150413_1e3f8513fa_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/SlSaV8c-ZVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/TMk4yGx9blg/s72-c/00020m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743757016450295983.post-7686094200605929594</id><published>2009-06-18T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T09:52:23.077-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resort'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>this year i will be wintering in...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/SjpvfkkISHI/AAAAAAAAAE0/LDxCrdom0rw/s1600-h/suit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/SjpvfkkISHI/AAAAAAAAAE0/LDxCrdom0rw/s200/suit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348710095637727346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/Sjpvk9m3RqI/AAAAAAAAAFE/kDrsxjIbtpU/s1600-h/cocktail1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/Sjpvk9m3RqI/AAAAAAAAAFE/kDrsxjIbtpU/s200/cocktail1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348710188259428002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/Sjpvf1WRSyI/AAAAAAAAAE8/yYr6rpJVxUs/s1600-h/gown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/Sjpvf1WRSyI/AAAAAAAAAE8/yYr6rpJVxUs/s200/gown.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348710100143000354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/Sjpwr5F43qI/AAAAAAAAAFM/cdUW0KqCpo4/s1600-h/leather.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/Sjpwr5F43qI/AAAAAAAAAFM/cdUW0KqCpo4/s200/leather.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348711406818090658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dior Resort 2010. Images from Style.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;At this point in the spring we are knee deep in "resort collections." I always find the concept of resort a little funny. Often designers are showing warm weather clothes intended for the dead of winter. of course the assumption is that their clientele will not be spending the winter in grey and icy New York, but instead between tropical locales (resort can be interchangeable with "cruise".) The whole concept seems so mid twentieth century to me. This season at Dior, John Galliano presented a resort collection that looked almost as if it had walked out of Christian Dior's office over fifty years ago. Not only did he mimic the hourglass shapes and completely accessorized (hat, gloves, handbags) looks of the 1950s, he obviously has been perusing the Dior archive. Furthermore, the collection is incredibly cohesive--inspired by Christain Dior Muse &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mitzah Bricard&lt;/span&gt;-- it is obviously a series of variations on a central idea of shapes, textures, and patterns. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the acknowledgment of the houses heritage and history embedded in the collection and I love the way the wild hair and leopard vamps up some other wise prim and proper looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743757016450295983-7686094200605929594?l=juliannarosed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/feeds/7686094200605929594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743757016450295983&amp;postID=7686094200605929594' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/7686094200605929594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/7686094200605929594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-year-i-will-be-wintering-in.html' title='this year i will be wintering in...'/><author><name>julianna.rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12171828016703234938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/505150413_1e3f8513fa_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/SjpvfkkISHI/AAAAAAAAAE0/LDxCrdom0rw/s72-c/suit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743757016450295983.post-5150167113840413389</id><published>2009-06-12T09:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T10:19:35.140-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FIT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the museum of the city of new york'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exhibitions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seduction'/><title type='text'>Nearly Naked</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/SjJ_CTyY1eI/AAAAAAAAAD8/MXzoOYIHyco/s1600-h/Halston.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/SjJ_CTyY1eI/AAAAAAAAAD8/MXzoOYIHyco/s200/Halston.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346475385290282466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What better way to spend a rainy afternoon than at a museum? This weekend, as New Yorkers prepare for yet more days of gray skies and galoshes, they should consider seeking shelter from the storm at &lt;a href="http://www.fitnyc.edu/aspx/Content.aspx?menu=FutureGlobal:Museum"&gt;The Museum at FIT&lt;/a&gt;, where &lt;a href="http://www3.fitnyc.edu/museum/seduction/home.html"&gt;“Seduction”&lt;/a&gt; should promise to heat things up. The exhibit, which closes next week, comprises 65 looks tracing the history of alluring Western dress and highlights the holdings of the FIT permanent collection of fashion, accessories, and textiles, as well as the FIT Library’s Special Collection of fashion plates and other print materials.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The exhibition highlights the inherent sensuality in all clothing–even sometimes the most covered-up of garments, like a well-tailored suit–particularly that of the undermost layer, that last barrier to the naked body. It also traces the changing standards of gender, identity, beauty, morality, and social norms that redefine the relationship between sexuality and dress over time.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The curator, Colleen Hill, has made sure to incorporate men’s fashion in the exhibition. The inclusion of it in the latter part of the exhibition does, however, draw attention to the lack of it in the garments and objects from the 19th and first half of the 20th century. The accompanying essay to the exhibition, found in the brochure and throughout the exhibit’s walls, does touch on the seductive roles of men. Even without exhibiting the clothing of the Rebel and the Macho, the exhibition does show how designers have borrowed from menswear to accentuate the seductive qualities of women, from a playboy bunny’s bow tie to a re-purposed leather jacket.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Contradictions and dichotomies inherent in the seductive dress seem to lurk throughout the exhibition; sometimes these are pointed out, but other times they remain unsaid. The inclusion of a patch box from the 17th century was particularly interesting. Patches made of various materials in decorative shapes were often worn to conceal small pox scars; they also brought attention to the heavily powdered and exaggerated fashionable face of the era. Yet the connection of these patches to the deadly small pox virus is left out of the exhibition.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Another facet of seduction is that it is often in eras when women’s fashion is considered boyish or youthful that some of the most revealing and progressive leaps occur, such as the uncorseted figure in the sheer white cotton column dresses of the early 19th century; the bobbed hair of the 1920s, which resulted in close-fitting hats and revealed necks; or the A-line dresses of the ’60s, from which designers such as Rudi Gernrich and Pierre Cardin cut out fabric in playful and provocative ways.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It is often the places between being fully dressed and fully nude that are the most enticing. What is seductive to Western culture has ebbed and flowed over time–and is often different for subcultures within the larger group. But with 400 years of seduction under our belt, women and men are now free to use fashion to express sensuality, desire, and identity even more than ever before.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Halston Evening dress Light blue silk jersey 1972-73, USA. The Museum at FIT. Gift of Lauren Bacall.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;Image from the &lt;a href="http://www3.fitnyc.edu/museum/seduction/home.html"&gt;Online Exhibition of Seduction&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743757016450295983-5150167113840413389?l=juliannarosed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/feeds/5150167113840413389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743757016450295983&amp;postID=5150167113840413389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/5150167113840413389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/5150167113840413389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/2009/06/nearly-naked.html' title='Nearly Naked'/><author><name>julianna.rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12171828016703234938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/505150413_1e3f8513fa_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/SjJ_CTyY1eI/AAAAAAAAAD8/MXzoOYIHyco/s72-c/Halston.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743757016450295983.post-4201465726970500711</id><published>2009-05-13T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T13:56:56.398-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the south wing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the museum of the city of new york'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One day I will write more often, but for now just read &lt;a href="http://thesouthwing.com/a/?p=894"&gt;this.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743757016450295983-4201465726970500711?l=juliannarosed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/feeds/4201465726970500711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743757016450295983&amp;postID=4201465726970500711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/4201465726970500711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/4201465726970500711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-day-i-will-write-more-often-but-for.html' title=''/><author><name>julianna.rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12171828016703234938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/505150413_1e3f8513fa_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743757016450295983.post-8341626543876146925</id><published>2009-04-15T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T13:38:13.935-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yves saint larent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karl lagerfeld'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion documentaries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='david taboul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matt tyrnauer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wem wenders'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yoghi yamamoto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isaac mizrahi'/><title type='text'>Documenting</title><content type='html'>When Raquel and I went to see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Last Emperor&lt;/span&gt; at Film Forum a few weeks ago, Matt Tyrnauer said that there hadn't been too many designer documentaries besides the critically acclaimed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unzipped&lt;/span&gt; in 1994. Well, we had to find out if that was true and we dug up a few more, including Wim Wenders &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;late 80's Yohji Yamamoto piece, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Notebooks on Cities and Clothes&lt;/span&gt; and two&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1519362/"&gt; David Teboul&lt;/a&gt; YSL docs from 2002.  There are also the recent &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Karl Lagerfeld Confidential&lt;/span&gt;  and the made for TV  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Marc Jacobs/Louis Vuitton&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gathered them up with the intent of having a marathon viewing party, but only managed to get through &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unzipped &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Notebooks&lt;/span&gt; before bedtime. I watched the YSL docs while waiting to board my flight to Toronto last weekend. I haven't gotten to Karl and Marc yet but plan to soon, so expect a piece on all seven films soon (possibly in conjunction with Raquel, if we can ever find the time!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743757016450295983-8341626543876146925?l=juliannarosed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/feeds/8341626543876146925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743757016450295983&amp;postID=8341626543876146925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/8341626543876146925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/8341626543876146925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/2009/04/documenting.html' title='Documenting'/><author><name>julianna.rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12171828016703234938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/505150413_1e3f8513fa_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743757016450295983.post-8084540042412099575</id><published>2009-04-03T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T07:20:40.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A quick note to say that I hope the pink dress Michelle Obama is wearing under her Thakoon coat this morning is the same one she wore on the cover of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vogue&lt;/span&gt; last month. Not because I thought there was anything particularly  special about the dress, but because I think it would be nice to see her demonstrate the realities of a wardrobe. Everyone always gushes about how she shops at the "affordable" J.Crew, but isn't it more thrifty to just wear a garment more than once?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743757016450295983-8084540042412099575?l=juliannarosed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/feeds/8084540042412099575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743757016450295983&amp;postID=8084540042412099575' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/8084540042412099575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/8084540042412099575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/2009/04/quick-note-to-say-that-i-hope-pink.html' title=''/><author><name>julianna.rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12171828016703234938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/505150413_1e3f8513fa_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743757016450295983.post-8007968776301736716</id><published>2009-03-23T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T20:35:20.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more haute than not.</title><content type='html'>Friday night &lt;a href="http://rlaneri.blogspot.com/"&gt;Raquel &lt;/a&gt;and I had a fashionista date to see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Valentino: The Last Emperor &lt;/span&gt;at the film forum.  The film was quite pretty, although not so lavishly over the top that it felt vulgar and out of touch (line that Valentino himself has walked carefully in his career).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt Tyrnauer, a special correspondent for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vanity Fair&lt;/span&gt;, started the film after writing a profile of  Valentino and his business partner Giancarlo Giammetti and their relationship. Serendipitously, as Tyrnauer was working on the project, the Valentino Company was sold and Valentino decided to celebrate his 45th anniversary with a retrospective and weekend long party in Rome.  Shortly after Valentino announced his retirement, something many heralded as the end of the couture tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't read much about the film before we went, and was surprised that it focused less on the history of Valentino (who he had dressed, who he learned from, and so forth) and more on the the showing of final collection, the retrospective, and surrounding events.  It didn't, however, focus as much on the actual making of the garments as I would have liked--although there was one dress they followed from conception ("I was thinking about this dress this morning") to its eventual walk down the runway-- and I wondered if someone who wasn't familiar with the history and ins and outs of the couture process would have understood how this was different than a high end ready to wear line. Related to this, but slightly tangential, it bothered me that during the course of the film a young woman who was obviously the houses fit model was never introduced the way other personalities were (muse, majordomo, CEO of the company). It struck me as odd since many people might not know what a fit model is, and disrespectful since she spent most of her time on screen in a state of undress or half dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, however, the film was a sweet love story and  an interesting comment on the state of the fashion industry. Hopefully it will inspire more people to appreciate the difference between haute couture and juicy couture...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743757016450295983-8007968776301736716?l=juliannarosed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/feeds/8007968776301736716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743757016450295983&amp;postID=8007968776301736716' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/8007968776301736716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/8007968776301736716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/2009/03/friday-night-raquel-and-i-had.html' title='more haute than not.'/><author><name>julianna.rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12171828016703234938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/505150413_1e3f8513fa_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743757016450295983.post-4244597722231292408</id><published>2009-03-19T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T06:49:59.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the last emporer?</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow night &lt;a href="http://rlaneri.blogspot.com"&gt;Raquel&lt;/a&gt; and I are going to see&lt;a href="http://runway.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/03/18/valentino-the-movie/"&gt; the Valentino movie&lt;/a&gt;, and a Q and A with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vogue&lt;/span&gt; editor Andre Leon Talley!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty excited about the movie... but even more excited to see ALT in the flesh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743757016450295983-4244597722231292408?l=juliannarosed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/feeds/4244597722231292408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743757016450295983&amp;postID=4244597722231292408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/4244597722231292408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/4244597722231292408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/2009/03/last-emporer.html' title='the last emporer?'/><author><name>julianna.rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12171828016703234938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/505150413_1e3f8513fa_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743757016450295983.post-7181956184604462702</id><published>2009-03-06T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T18:05:40.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons I Still Don’t Like Nylon (Not Even When It’s Free)</title><content type='html'>Sometime last year &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nylon&lt;/span&gt; started showing up in my mailbox. It has been over a year now and it still appears. I never subscribed. I certainly didn’t pay for it, but month after month it shows up. I mentioned it to a friend and she said she had experienced the same thing, and she thought it had something to do with Urban Outfitters. It is quite possible I signed up for a free subscription when I bought something, but why it started showing up isn’t the point here… let me get back on topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember loving &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nylon&lt;/span&gt; in high school. I think I discovered it maybe my junior or senior year. But about halfway through my first year of college I remember picking up a copy and just not being satisfied. I don’t think my semester at college had made me so much more worldly and sophisticated, that I was turning my nose up for no good reason. Specifically, I remember the magazine had been redesigned and the new design didn’t look as fresh to me.  Perhaps, it became too cutting edge for my southern sensibilities? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In college and graduate school I continued to look at it occasionally, thinking maybe it would revive some of its original flavor.  Occasionally I would go diving in to it for research purposes, looking for historically inspired fashion and the like. And what  I found was derivative and shallow. I know, it’s a fashion magazine, you say. But what I had liked about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nylon&lt;/span&gt; when I was younger was that they seemed more often to comment on the larger picture of fashion, had just the right mix of fashion and anti-fashion and seemed more aware of way the medium of fashion communicates (and why and how… and what it means).  And of course, there was the age-old problem with fashion magazines, everything costs like a gazillion dollars, which I feel like wasn’t always the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, every so often I pick it up again. Hoping to find in it that spark of inspiration I did as a teenager, I continue to be disappointed. I guess its possible that I outgrew it, but I don’t feel like it’s aimed at someone younger than me… just someone dumber than me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743757016450295983-7181956184604462702?l=juliannarosed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/feeds/7181956184604462702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743757016450295983&amp;postID=7181956184604462702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/7181956184604462702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/7181956184604462702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/2009/03/reasons-i-still-dont-like-nylon-not.html' title='Reasons I Still Don’t Like Nylon (Not Even When It’s Free)'/><author><name>julianna.rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12171828016703234938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/505150413_1e3f8513fa_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743757016450295983.post-8873434553315409642</id><published>2009-03-05T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T08:50:49.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just when I start to feel like I can write again</title><content type='html'>The wireless internet I have used for over a year, courtesy of someone in my building or nearby,  has failed me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743757016450295983-8873434553315409642?l=juliannarosed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/feeds/8873434553315409642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743757016450295983&amp;postID=8873434553315409642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/8873434553315409642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/8873434553315409642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-when-i-start-to-feel-like-i-can.html' title='just when I start to feel like I can write again'/><author><name>julianna.rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12171828016703234938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/505150413_1e3f8513fa_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743757016450295983.post-4756172374693997448</id><published>2009-02-21T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T19:36:06.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>time lapse</title><content type='html'>I haven't written anything in here for ages. I could extrapolate on the multitude of reasons (running after babies, writing, getting a new roommate, simple laziness, my new job) or I could just talk about all the quality time I have been spending with teen magazines lately. This January, after taking more time off from it than I would like to admit, I started researching my thesis more proactively (as I type I am scanning images from a 1991 issue of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sassy). &lt;/span&gt;My research plan is complicated, I will probably not be able to plow through enough sources in time for my May due date--there might be some groveling to my advisor in my future, but its nice to feel like I am getting someplace with it. Or at least getting back on track, and trying to write more, even if I don't put it anywhere for public consumption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attempted to keep a critical eye on the New York collections a few weeks ago. I wrote some quick thoughts about it &lt;a href="http://www.thesouthwing.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, but all I seem to see in contemporary fashion is the past. Not that there weren't quite a few beautiful and individual pieces presented (and plenty of things I would love to have in my own wardrobe!), but it seemed like everything still fell into a "hard times" formula of escapism, practicality, or despair.  I feel like there is an opportunity for the art of fashion to take itself back from the crazy corporate machine it has become in the past thirty years. Not that I have any idea how that could be done, or even what that looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news &lt;a href="http://rlaneri.blogspot.com/"&gt;electric warrior&lt;/a&gt; and I went on an adventure to the Barney's Warehouse Sale a few weeks ago. It was a little strange to see &lt;a href="http://www.style.com/fashionshows/complete/slideshow/F2008RTW-BALENCIA?event=show1702&amp;amp;designer=design_house12&amp;amp;trend=&amp;amp;iphoto=23"&gt;clothing I had only seen on style.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.style.com/fashionshows/complete/slideshow/F2008RTW-BALENCIA?event=show1702&amp;amp;designer=design_house12&amp;amp;trend=&amp;amp;iphoto=23"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;hanging sadly from plastic hangers, grimy from falling on the floor and the oils on peoples hands, yet--at 75% off--still priced upwards of my rent.   I don't have any grand philosophical conclusions about this quite yet, but I will say this-- it gave me the idea to give up shopping for Lent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743757016450295983-4756172374693997448?l=juliannarosed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/feeds/4756172374693997448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743757016450295983&amp;postID=4756172374693997448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/4756172374693997448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/4756172374693997448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/2009/02/time-lapse.html' title='time lapse'/><author><name>julianna.rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12171828016703234938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/505150413_1e3f8513fa_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743757016450295983.post-1195841880693910921</id><published>2008-03-15T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T10:09:38.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>deadlines</title><content type='html'>i need to write:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my thesis proposal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a paper on my so called life and fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a  paper on the rietveld-schroder&lt;br /&gt;house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a presentation on some sort of something relating to modern textiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;create a presentation &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for high school students&lt;/span&gt; on the exhibition research process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in the next two weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743757016450295983-1195841880693910921?l=juliannarosed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/feeds/1195841880693910921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743757016450295983&amp;postID=1195841880693910921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/1195841880693910921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/1195841880693910921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/2008/03/deadlines.html' title='deadlines'/><author><name>julianna.rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12171828016703234938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/505150413_1e3f8513fa_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743757016450295983.post-3323504643747425729</id><published>2008-02-24T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T10:05:59.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its been decided</title><content type='html'>i am writing my thesis on grunge... now i just have to get that proposal written.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743757016450295983-3323504643747425729?l=juliannarosed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/feeds/3323504643747425729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743757016450295983&amp;postID=3323504643747425729' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/3323504643747425729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/3323504643747425729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-been-decied.html' title='its been decided'/><author><name>julianna.rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12171828016703234938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/505150413_1e3f8513fa_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743757016450295983.post-5668510161402465282</id><published>2008-01-23T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T20:29:20.538-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antifashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thesis'/><title type='text'>thesis- some thoughts</title><content type='html'>A conversation over a glass of wine with a fellow classmate this evening got me thinking about my thesis again. It keeps getting pushed aside by dental work and home improvements and &lt;a href="http://www.pbs.org/mormons/view/"&gt;PBS specials on Mormons&lt;/a&gt;, but the truth of the matter is that it needs to be started, and soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that has always brought me to fashion theory and clothing studies was not my interest in what was put on the runway by a designer in such and such season and which socialite wore it to so and so's wedding, but in how people dressed to challenge such conventions and the interplay and interaction between the challengers to fashion and the makers or wearers of high fashion. Don't get me wrong, couture clothing is beautiful and i see both the designing and the construction of it as a fine art, but to me clothing and its meaning are of a particular importance to understanding a society and individuals within a society, how they see themselves and how they are seen. Specifically the way the meanings become diluted or changed through mass communication mediums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A side note: one of the reasons I have been dilly dallying about my thesis is because I don't want to pick something I will get about halfway done with and get bored of, I also want to pick something I feel is relevant and legitimate and meaningful on multiple levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I came home and painted my nails black (with Coco Chanel brand black nail polish!- oh irony) and have decided this. I might not have a topic completely yet but I would like to write my thesis on the codification of anti fashion through mainstream press. I am leading towards focusing on the late 80s and 90s and perhaps on teen and "lower brow" publications (i.e. not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harper's Bazaar &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vogue). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743757016450295983-5668510161402465282?l=juliannarosed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/feeds/5668510161402465282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743757016450295983&amp;postID=5668510161402465282' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/5668510161402465282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/5668510161402465282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/2008/01/thesis-some-thoughts.html' title='thesis- some thoughts'/><author><name>julianna.rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12171828016703234938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/505150413_1e3f8513fa_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743757016450295983.post-189723879639110553</id><published>2008-01-07T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T13:07:02.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thesis.</title><content type='html'>I have one semester of course work left. After that I have one year to complete my qualifying paper. My classmates and I have the month of january off from classes. I intended to spend this month working on my proposal for my QP. Instead i have spent the month working part time, having some major dental work done and not even getting it together enough to write a blog post about the thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would really like to have this paper done by August.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743757016450295983-189723879639110553?l=juliannarosed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/feeds/189723879639110553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743757016450295983&amp;postID=189723879639110553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/189723879639110553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/189723879639110553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/2008/01/thesis.html' title='thesis.'/><author><name>julianna.rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12171828016703234938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/505150413_1e3f8513fa_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743757016450295983.post-4866127805640606386</id><published>2007-12-10T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T21:07:53.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>death by fashion (theory)</title><content type='html'>I am ten to twelve pages from having a life again (at least till Spring semester begins--oh the final lap to my MA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I am examining advertising and editorial content relating to cosmetics in Glamour Magazine/Glamour of Hollywood Magazine from 1941.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I start examining the development of dress in Skinhead subculture from its preracists British origins to the development of right wing factions within the subculture and how they relate, similarly or differently, to their dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain aches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743757016450295983-4866127805640606386?l=juliannarosed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/feeds/4866127805640606386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743757016450295983&amp;postID=4866127805640606386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/4866127805640606386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/4866127805640606386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/2007/12/death-by-fashion-theory.html' title='death by fashion (theory)'/><author><name>julianna.rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12171828016703234938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/505150413_1e3f8513fa_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743757016450295983.post-5134159991231876661</id><published>2007-10-12T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T18:31:55.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There is nothing new under the sun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;While looking at the spring 08 shows, it really hit me hard that contemporary fashion designers are taught to recycle. Sometimes they simply recycle their own label, as this years Calvin Klein designers reworked the minimalism of the '97 collection (I heard from a little bird in the archive) and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://rlaneri.blogspot.com/2007/10/collections-of-season-part-1-balenciaga.html"&gt;Nicolas Ghesquière's of Balenciaga drew heavily&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; from their own textile archive as well as the design principles of Cristobal Balenciaga (albeit very successfully and in a non derivative way). Many designers however pull heavily from fashion and art history. Although this does show that at least formally many contemporary designers know their elders it has begun to feel a little heavy and uninspired (as in the case of CK) than it does refreshing and inspired (something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://rlaneri.blogspot.com/2007/10/collections-of-season-part-1-balenciaga.html"&gt;Ghesquière's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; achieves by updating Balenciaga's design philosophy to contemporary shapes and structures.)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;to illustrate:&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;a 1950s perugia plus a 1959 delmanette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; equals&lt;/span&gt; a marc jacobs, spring 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/RyfZbas1UaI/AAAAAAAAABU/xSJUjWBmHyk/s1600-h/IMG_0598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/RyfZbas1UaI/AAAAAAAAABU/xSJUjWBmHyk/s200/IMG_0598.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127305765831659938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/Ryfau6s1UdI/AAAAAAAAABs/7eBhKW8Quh8/s1600-h/IMG_0599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 132px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/Ryfau6s1UdI/AAAAAAAAABs/7eBhKW8Quh8/s200/IMG_0599.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127307200350736850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/RyfZb6s1UcI/AAAAAAAAABk/mK_ycel4o94/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 172px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/RyfZb6s1UcI/AAAAAAAAABk/mK_ycel4o94/s200/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127305774421594562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world of fashion has a short memory, but fashion critics shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/juliannarose/Desktop/IMG_0598.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rlaneri.blogspot.com/2007/10/collections-of-season-part-1-balenciaga.html"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743757016450295983-5134159991231876661?l=juliannarosed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/feeds/5134159991231876661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743757016450295983&amp;postID=5134159991231876661' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/5134159991231876661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/5134159991231876661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/2007/10/there-is-nothing-new-under-sun.html' title='There is nothing new under the sun.'/><author><name>julianna.rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12171828016703234938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/505150413_1e3f8513fa_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/RyfZbas1UaI/AAAAAAAAABU/xSJUjWBmHyk/s72-c/IMG_0598.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743757016450295983.post-5667519753534623556</id><published>2007-09-10T11:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T08:31:06.632-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='louise brooks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mary tyler moore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uma thurman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='style'/><title type='text'>the end of summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;As summer comes to a close and my &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bob_cut"&gt;Louise Brooks bob &lt;/a&gt;finds itself more in the company of Uma Thurman's look in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pulp_Fiction_%28film%29"&gt;Pulp Fiction&lt;/a&gt;, I regret not spending more of my summer in heavy black eyeliner and dark lipstick. I oscillate between hacking it all back off (and to committing to an autumn of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cloche_hat"&gt;cloches&lt;/a&gt;) and wishing I had never cut it off in the first place. Thus, saving myself the awkwardness of growing it out and the period of length from my chin to my shoulders. The abyss between ends up with my hair in what my mother refers to as the Alabama flip. A look, which in everywhere but Alabama, went out of fashion with the cancellation of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Dick_Van_Dyke_Show"&gt;Dick van Dyke show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Images for reference:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/RuhsOkw0LYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/k4SiF1ubuAw/s1600-h/3949_10594_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/RuhsOkw0LYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/k4SiF1ubuAw/s200/3949_10594_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109452774894218626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Louise_Brooks"&gt;Louise Brooks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/RuhseUw0LZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/II24OMCKdd0/s1600-h/Pulp_Fiction_Mia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/RuhseUw0LZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/II24OMCKdd0/s200/Pulp_Fiction_Mia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109453045477158290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Uma_Thurman"&gt;Uma Thurman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/RuhsxEw0LaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UV3w_leGgxE/s1600-h/dickvandyke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/RuhsxEw0LaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UV3w_leGgxE/s200/dickvandyke.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109453367599705506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mary_Tyler_Moore"&gt;Mary Tyler Moore&lt;/a&gt; (and Dick Van Dyke- but I don't really care about his hair)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then I remember the world doesn't see me in a black and white film still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may seem strange but I am in fact having a crisis of style (and harboring a new lasting disgust with the fashion industry in general?) these days. I guess my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"  &gt;dissatisfaction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt; with my coif and outward appearance  may just be a superficial &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"  &gt;manifestation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt; of it... but since I was a child I have been fascinated by clothes-- everyones clothes, not just my own. I was always interested in the history of clothing and fashion and the way clothing was used as a tool of communication, expression, protest, and has functioned as a tool of reform. The fashion industry today is somehow different. I guess its easy to idolize the past, its not like i am not completely ignoring the history of injustice, exclusion, and general &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"  &gt;classism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt; that has always been present in the fashion industry. I feel, however, that somehow today's fashion industry--by way of chain fast fashion stores and a variety of other developments of the past 30 years-- has managed to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"  &gt;nullify&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt; the social and political power that clothing used to have. Although plenty social codes still exist in our garments-- since the demise of grunge at the end of the 90s it seems that clothing has lost its ability to magnify injustice and ills within our society. Even more quickly than earlier anti-fashion movements, grunge was commercialized and packaged in mall chains across the nation and world. It is the natural cycle of things that anti-fashion be absorbed by mainstream fashion and eventually robbed of its original meaning but serious inspiration in dress seems less and less common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fashion seems to have destroyed style. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743757016450295983-5667519753534623556?l=juliannarosed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/feeds/5667519753534623556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743757016450295983&amp;postID=5667519753534623556' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/5667519753534623556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743757016450295983/posts/default/5667519753534623556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannarosed.blogspot.com/2007/09/end-of-summer.html' title='the end of summer'/><author><name>julianna.rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12171828016703234938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/219/505150413_1e3f8513fa_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sHbw3UXpxc/RuhsOkw0LYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/k4SiF1ubuAw/s72-c/3949_10594_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
