Great Blog if ur a New England prep swag fan like myself. They have gems on a consistent basis like the woman above. Great quote, but I have to say, how much was Einstein pulling though? I mean really. We all seen him, hes not exactly a Derek Jeter Channing Tatum type….
I stumbled upon these Go Pro Cameras thru a buddy at BRUTE. The vids are ridiculous, some shots that you could never see in real life, things the average person could never experience.
You have to check it out Go Pro Camera Preview
I, admittedly, dont know much abt diamonds. I know that they are a womens best friend, they are expensive and conflict ones mean that Africans died for your bling. They are honestly out of my price range. The combination of this and the gaudy chains in hip hop, I am pretty turned off to bling.
But Cartier on the other hand, brings me back to France, to the Champs and the flagship store. I still want a pair of wood frameless vintage Cartier glasses. Either way, diamonds, especially when properly executed, are classy. I am not sure where they should be worn really, in the modern setting, but they are classy. History is always something to learn from, so lets all wonder down to the Legion.
What better antidote to a cold, gray winter’s eve than some shimmering, hot gemstones?
Fine jewelry fans are abuzz over the soon-to-open Cartier and America exhibition at the Fine Arts Museums’ Legion of Honor.
The exhibition will feature more than 300 pieces of Cartier jewelry and precious objets culled from collections the world over. Including jewels and the engagement ring belonging to the late Princess Grace of Monaco which is on loan from her son, H.S.H. Prince Albert II.
Following are a few photos featuring the show’s eye-popping gems — and the stylish folks who made the jewelry house famous.
Known as, “the king of jewelers and jeweler to kings,” this storied joaillier was founded in 1847 in Paris by Louis-François Cartier.
Yet Cartier’s fame is not only attributed to its exquisite design work but also its excellent timing — born at the dawn of Europe’s Belle Époque, the jewelry house has remained fashionable through such other stylish eras as the Gilded Age, the Roaring Twenties, the Jet Set and that era when Social X-rays danced around a Bonfire of the Vanities.
Cartier Fun Facts:
In the swinging sixties, Dame Elizabeth Taylor was one Cartier’s best clients. Or rather, the lucky recipient of numerous Cartier gifts from her numerous husbands.
In 1937, Wallis Simpson and her beau, King Edward VIII, exchanged their vows with Cartier wedding bands. Following, that is, his abdication from the throne of England. Somewhat ironically, the joaillier seemed to provide a leitmotif in the royal’s life, as in 1902 the then-Prince of Wales ordered a batch of 27 tiaras from Cartier in preparation for his coronation. But, no regrets there: The down-graded Duke continued to shower Simpson throughout her life with goodies housed in Cartier’s iconic red box.
Magazine editor and Singer Sewing machine heiress Daisy Fellowes was known as, “the world’s most elegant woman.” In the thirties, she commissioned Cartier to create a Mughul-inspired necklace whose colorful gems (a riot of rubies, emeralds, diamonds and sapphries) became known as Tutti Frutti.
The iconic Panther motif, which graces everything Cartier from brooches to stationary, was introduced in 1914 by Cartier master jeweler Jeanne Toussaint whose style (and temperament) inspired Louis Cartier to nickname her The Panther.
Pierre Cartier, a grandson of the founder, was once the owner of the deep-blue, 45.52 carat Hope Diamond. Long reputed to be cursed, the bauble now resides within the safe confines of the Smithsonian.
Dapper gent John Traina is something of a local expert on Cartier. Not only is he the proud owner of a platinum Cartier cigarette case which is trimmed with sapphires, its provenance dazzles, too: it was first gifted to Somerset Maugham by Tyrone Power during the 1946 filming of Maugham’s novel, The Razor’s Edge.
Cartier and America opens on December 19 at the California Palace of the Legion of Honor, 34th Avenue and Clement Street, San Francisco. (415) 750-3600.
The 9ers are trying to be respectable. We have made a couple bad drafts but we can hold on to the Beast, Vernon Davis. He leads the NFL in touchdowns for receivers (with Gore in the top ten overall as well). We just need to get a QB and we are “in there like swimwear, Boom Got those DOS“
Im trying to get on the Vernon Davis diet… thats good marketing and brand image.
Chris Cooley is doin it. Bad ass fantasy file.
But thats not what we are talking about. We are talking the mullet. and calf roping. I dont rope calfs. But i do do this celebration everytime I win. A on a test. Get a girls #. Im on it. Read on via ChrisCooley47
The Mullet is a Lifestyle
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Found this little gem on the NFL page and it reminded me of a funny moment in my life. Jared Allen has been a fantastic teammate of mine the last two years in Hawaii and it has been a pleasure spending a couple weeks around such a lifestyle. It’s also probably best for me that he lives 1000 miles away from me, as his mullet bravado is addictive.
Last February I sat with beer in hand around a second rate Hawaii hotel table celebrating a personal feat of nothingness in a NFC victory in the Pro Bowl. (I was the only player without a stat, well, I had 1 drop if that counts.) I couldn’t have been happier as I sat with the motley connection of Jared and my friends and family. We ate, drank and laughed, and while the night continued on, it seemed no one existed around us.
What we began to notice through the debauchery was that there was other people were around us and our party may have been somewhat of a show. Maybe not so much myself, but Jared seemed concerned with the onlookers. Before anyone could say anything a ketchup bottle had left Jared’s hand and was on a direct course to the adjacent table. This wasn’t your average paper plane like lob, the bottle, although a little wobbly, was on a line drive trajectory. Sooner than Jared’s movements caught the eye of anyone at the other table the red bottle drove into the back of the biggest guys head, shocking him forward and then to his feet.
Now in my opinion the struck man’s analysis of the situation was telling him it was best to sit back down as he quickly noticed Jared’s willingness to throw down worn directly on the back of his head. From that moment on I have never questioned the power of the mullet. Now as I watch the wild-man rope tying imaginary cows multiple times every Sunday I couldn’t have more respect for anyone else playing the game. Jared Allen is an awesome football player, one of the coolest guys I’ve hung out with and more importantly, he is a complete badass.
…. with my little eye, tha Giant’s work on Facebook. More abt the Girl=Boy Project here
This kind of stuff is unreal, thought to only exist in movies. People like this take back a bit of the control and the power, at least for a moment in time, from the machine that runs the world. We set laws and rules in order to create social norms. But there will always be outlaws. Outlaw, per dictionary.com is a person who refuses to be governed by the established rules or practices of any group; rebel; nonconformist. At no point in this definition does this say that this person is necessarily a bad person, just a nonconformist looking to live by his own rules.
Make your own rules.
Shouts once again to Max G. at Wine&Bowties for the great story. Look soon for photos up from the Bobby Brackins show in Hollywood this weekend aka the reassembly of the titans.
Stories like this are mindblowing, just because they undermine a lot of what we believe to be true. 18 year-old Colton Harris Moore has been on the run from the law for 18 months, evading the FBI and police with surprising ease. His track record boasts three stolen planes, two speedboats and more than 50 burglaries, and his story has inspired a cult following, prompting t-shirts, Facebook fan pages and even offers from Hollywood studios to produce a bio flick. Decide for yourself what to make of the whole thing, but you can’t help but be impressed. I mean this kid? Full story after the MORE.
From The Independent:
Victims call him a one-man crime wave who ought to be in prison. Fans say he’s a misunderstood folk hero in the grand tradition of Robin Hood, Huckleberry Finn, and Jesse James. To police near Seattle, who are once more on his elusive tail, Colton Harris-Moore can be summed up in two words: most wanted.
The young fugitive is just 18, and has nothing to his name except a resourceful personality and an apparent inability to understand the meaning of fear. But for 18 months, he has led police, the FBI, and several divisions of Canada’s Royal Mounted Police on a merry dance across thousands of miles of the Pacific North-west. During the man hunt, Harris-Moore, who is thought to have committed at least 50 burglaries, has stolen three planes, two speedboats, and countless cars. He’s walked away from crashes that ought to have killed him, inspired a folk song
, got his face on T-shirts, and accumulated almost 4,000 “supporters” on the internet site Facebook.
Now, with Hollywood eager to buy-up his life story, police believe the juvenile delinquent’s odyssey has returned to where it all started: the dense forests that cover Camano Island, a 40sq-mile piece of land in the middle of Puget Sound.
A string of recent break-ins on Camano, where Harris-Moore grew up, and neighbouring Whidbey Island have convinced the forces of law and order that the troubled youth who became known as the “barefoot burglar” on account of his habit of leaving a footprint at the scene of his crimes, has managed to make it back home.
“We’ve had some burglaries on Camano Island, and we’ve had them on Whidbey Island, and we’re investigating them, and that’s what I can say,” Island County Sheriff Mark Brown told reporters this week. “I’m just not going to comment on the on-going investigation, and I think you can probably appreciate why.”
Sheriff Brown is reluctant to add to the layers of mystique surrounding Harris-Moore. Raised by his single mother in a tiny trailer, he began breaking into local properties and businesses at the age of seven, and has been on the run since escaping from a juvenile prison several hundred miles away last April.
Sheriff Brown is also anxious to avoid saying anything that might increase public sympathy for the youth, whose crimes have been, perhaps unfairly, dubbed “victimless” – and who usually tends to to steal blankets, basic foodstuffs, and pieces of survival equipment that allow him to stay a step ahead of the law.
Among his many misdemeanours, Harris-Moore once pinched thermal-imaging goggles from a local fire station, so he could see police coming to arrest him at night. He also taught himself to steal and pilot aeroplanes by using an online flight simulator.
The Scarlet Pimpernel-like nature of his recent escapades is certainly compelling. After a troubled childhood, in which he was abused at home, he spent a portion of his teenage years living in the woods on Camano Island, breaking into local stores and deserted holiday homes in order to get food, petty cash, and occasional shelter.
He was eventually arrested when police noticed that he’d begun phoning for pizzas from his forest hideouts. They decided to dress up as delivery boys in order to capture him. But after serving a few weeks of his sentence, he escaped from Grifffin Home, a juvenile prison in Renton, Washington State.
That was 18 months ago. Since then, Harris-Moore has been more or less untouchable. He spent a summer living on Orcas Island, to which he initially fled using a stolen speedboat. Then, exactly a year ago, he stole a Cessna from a local airfield and flew to the Yakama Indian Reservation
, on the eastern side of the Cascade Mountains where he crash-landed and decided to stay for the winter.
In September this year, he returned to Orcas Island, apparently in another stolen aircraft, carried out a few burglaries, hot-wired another speedboat and drove it to Point Roberts on the Canadian border. He then made his way across British Columbia by foot and stolen car, carrying out a string of break-ins that saw him star in police “wanted” posters.
After pinching another plane, in Idaho, he crash-landed near the town of Granite Falls. “How he walked away from it is anybody’s guess,” Federal Aviation Administration spokesman Mike Fergus told the Los Angeles Times. “The wings were broken, the fuselage had a big crack in it, the nose was broken.” There were 10 to 12 gallons of fuel left in the tank.
Days later, Swat teams were called to woods north of Seattle, when they thought they had Harris-Moore cornered. A shot was allegedly fired by the fugitive. But three dozen agents equipped with search dogs and flashlights were unable to nab the elusive suspect. One officer said it was like he “vapourised”.
All the while, Harris-Moore’s hero status was growing. A range of T-shirts bearing his mugshot and the logo “Momma tried” were launched, and a tribute song released on YouTube. Hollywood producers have offered up to $100,000 for his life story. And his Facebook appreciation site has almost 4,000 members.
“People that are struggling with this huge economic downturn,” says the site’s founder, Zack Sestak, “feel let down by the system. And to see an 18-year-old kid that seems to be taking on the system and winning… it certainly strikes their imagination.”
Now he’s back on home ground, but he’s not coming home. He calls his mother, Pam Kohler, occasionally. “I’ve talked my head off, I’ve tried everything. But he’s the kind of kid who’s going to do what he wants to do,” she told Canada’s Globe and Mail newspaper. “If he taught himself to fly, I’m very proud of him. Next time, I hope he wears a parachute, that’s all.”
It always fascinates me how people go from loving you madly to nothing at all. Nothing. It hurts so much.
Here it is one more, one less. Another wasted love story. I really loved this one.
When I think that it’s over – that I’ll never see him again like this…well yes, I’ll bump into him again – we’ll meet our new boyfriend and girlfriend – act as if we had never been together. Then we’ll slowly think of each other less and less – until we forget each other completely. Almost.
Always the same for me. Break up, breakdown. Drink up, fool around. Meet one guy than another. Fuck around to forget the one and only.
Then after a few months of total emptiness, start again to look for true love. Desperately look everywhere.
And after two years of loneliness, meet a new love and swear it is the one until that one is gone as well.
There’s a moment in life when you can’t recover anymore from another breakup.
And even if this person bugs you sixty percent of the time, well you still can’t live without him.
And even if he wakes you up everyday by sneezing right in your face – well, you love his sneezes, more than anyone else’ kisses.
- Julie Delpy, Ending Monologue ::2 DAYS IN PARIS::
Shouts to Aaron Jennings for the quote… Bruh is going places so i would suggest grabbing his coat tails if you could. Its an amazing thing when you meet a gentleman who understands your perspective. The two of us spun wheels on clothing for a min and things became clear that he understood how i feel abt being a gentleman and looking the part while also looking entirely like yourself.
Find your own HYPE
I am back. Officially. tha Giant back at the liar. Back in the Stomping grounds. Back at in the sco. On my way here, in the airport out in NYC and i peeped Paula Patton on the front of Giant Mag. Lets start with Idlewild. One of my favorite movies. But, I fell in love on the spot.
The article was clean because it told the true story of an interracial couple. Ms Patton being biracial herself, struggled with presenting Thicke to her friends, as she tried to build herself up as a leader of the BSU at her high school, a vein which she continued at Howard. Being a biracial Black girl, she felt as if she would be seen as a sellout being with a white man. This is a unique struggle that I have seen first hand.
As a biracial person, you spend a good deal of your time battling to find you identity. For me that struggle lead me to a Black studies major and a very race concious perspective. As we dig around in the dark looking for ourselves, we look only to find who we are. This search makes one realize the limitations society tries to place on who we should love. With this being said, do I have to be the Obamas to be a model couple? the Thickes potentially provide another example. Im not saying one is better than the other, but we should all be able to make wtv choices we like, Black White Asian Straight Gay wtv.
When I was at the National Student Diversity Leadership Conference in high school, an experience which shaped my life, I was told by a fellow student that beauty is instilled with the image of your own family, your mother and your sisters. If this is true, how does one do just that with a beautiful Jewish mother and an equally beautiful biracial sister?
