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Hello there.

It has been an excruciatingly long time since I last posted (several months, anyone?)
I feel I owe an explanation: college process. What a nasty, nasty, disgusting thing that drags on and on and requires an immense amount of BORING paper work that no one is even remotely interested in filling out. I mean, who really cares about that moment in ninth grade were I didn't feel I fit in or some lunacy like that? No one. No one REALLY cares.

Thank goodness the process is over and I can return to my life - in full and enjoy the bountiful benefits it has to offer me - like style and music and art and writing and all that good stuff.

So yes, I'm back and better than ever before!

I've got new hair, a new look, and a recently discovered love for pleated pants. So let's get down to it, shall we?


HAIR



PLEATED PANTS

That's all for now - well, I'll leave you with some writing as well I suppose.


Silent Saints


Silent saints watch over me, staring, gazes of prisms when the sun hits their painted faces. Although they speak no language, their faces tell me all and I know these people, these ancient people. They come out from behind trees, their faces glowing, eager in the hushed air. My favorite saint, the virgin, rarely noticed, peeks out at me from behind a large white speaker. She, her face made of creamy glass, looks into my soul and avoiding her stare; my own eyes wander down to the rows of seats, red cushions, winding rivers of blood, broken by grassy carpeting. In just five minutes, those who were once small children will file in, disturbing the peace and driving the saints to curse their very existence.
Soon my place of solitude will fill with loud indistinguishable words spoken by adolescents, moving quickly to grab a seat, climbing over the pews, yelling out to one another, heating the air, forcing the chill from my shaking bones. Few will notice me, quiet and perched in the balcony, a bird, hoping to pass over this crowd, but knowing that in just five minutes, I will be forced to join them, travel in their flock, submerge myself in their perfume, leaving the odor of wood stain and slightly mildewed carpeting behind.
The saints hide their faces and my favorite, her face of creamy glass, will turn and seek refuge from above, opening her black eyes wide, pleading with the greater power. I plead too, acknowledging that every ounce of worship has escaped these yellow walls, this chamber of God.
In just moments, they will turn on the microphones and my prayer will be interrupted by the dull announcements and jokes that are not funny and the giggles of the girls behind me and the whispers shared between each person, once a child with slender shoulders, facing forward, respectfully silent as others spoke. Then, the saints would stay to watch the people on stage speak, sharing news of bake sales and community service. Now the saints will shy away, disappearing back behind the trees, the virgin behind the speaker. The loud noise of the mic, artificial to these old souls, startles, crackles, shrieks. It has no place in these yellow walls, this chamber of God. How can we hear him if we drown him out?



so.lo.war.

I am obsessed

I am obsessed with Yo-Landi Vi$$er of the rap-rave-zef trio, Die Antwoord from South Africa who's album, $O$, I have been one hundred percent jamming to all day everyday and even reviewed for my school newspaper, THE PRISM. Yes, I work for my school newspaper. Yes, it is fun. No, it doesn't suck.

Anyway, back to Yo-Landi- it is a rare occasion in this day and age that I am so excited about a chanting girl with a cute accent who sassily reveals her chest in the video "Evil Boy," only to show that she actually has blinking eyes for nipples.
Actually, perhaps this is why I love her so. Or maybe it's the fact that she wears a floor length coat covered in stuffed mice (or are they fake? In one shot she's got a real mouse nuzzling her neck... true story). Or maybe it's that she sometimes wears a giant one-sie with giant rabbit ears and haunting South African graffiti graphics all over it. Or maybe it's her BIZARRE haircut

Maybe it's all of the above.... yeah, I think I'll go with all of the above.

Whatever it is, I'm hooked and obsessed. Obsessed enough to cut my hair like hers? Yeah. So tomorrow, I will be going from this:



TO THIS:




more to come.......

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VOTE ME RIMMEL ROYALTY!

CONTINUE VOTING YOU LOT

Hey guys!

I just wanted to remind everyone to vote for me as Rimmel Royalty - if I win I get free make up for life! Free make up means even better blog posts about make up!

I'm in the lead now but need to keep the lead up! You can vote once per day so please support.


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LAST RIMMEL CHALLENGE EVER???

HELLO!

So last night I received my final Rimmel Challenge... ever.
The premise is as follows: The public is going to vote on who has been the best Rimmel 10 Girl and whoever wins will be crowned Rimmel Royalty, which means that I will receive free Rimmel products for LIFE. Needless to say, I'd like to win so very much and I actually think that I have been one of the best Rimmel 10. I've worked incredibly hard on all of my challenges.

So my job now is to campaign. I will be making a campaign ad (I approve this message and all) and also posting regularly to my twitter, facebook, and here about things I've been doing. I will be creating the PERFECT London Look and seriously, don't sweat it, I will have the best one. That'll be going up in the next two days. In essence, this weekend is all about campaigning.

DO NOT FORGET TO VOTE NOOOOOW

(I'm losing- HURRY)

Immortalized

Chantel Simpson is a freshman at Yale and a graduate of Packer Collegiate Institute and a dear friend of mine. Not only is she incredibly smart (I mean she goes to Yale for crying out loud), but she's beautiful, quiet, and full of thought. She's also a wonderful photographer with an eye for beauty and shadows. Actually, I would say that her photos are haunting in their lighting, but beautiful in their images. She takes the ordinary (my spine for instance) and turns it into something beyond human.

She runs a blog which you can see here.

More than anything, I am so proud to have been a part of most of Chantel's photography throughout the entire time I shared a school with her. We always had fun and I was alway so flattered to be a part. At her senior show, a teacher said to me, "You have been immortalized." And indeed I have. I hope she doesn't forget about me. In fact, she just photographed James Franco for the Yale newspaper. I have to say I'm not only jealous she met him, but jealous that he gets to be the subject of her art.

So here I am: immortalized.

30 days comes to an end, but my lashes don't

And so, my thirty day trial period of Rimmel's Lash Accelerator has come to an end.

My eyelashes, on the other hand, just keep going and going (THEY'LL NEVER END)

See for yourself

BEFORE:



AFTER:


And here's the product that did it all.


You can read more about my experience with lash accelerator here

Thanks so much for reading.

Your Brooklyn Rimmel 10 Girl, Sophia aka so.lo.war.