I do not know if you saw the documentary The September Issue (released in 2009) (vintage!), which followed a few weeks in the newspaper of the goddess / devil Anna Wintour (Vogue U.S. rédac'chef, which inspired his former assistant Lauren Weisberger's novel The Devil Wears Prada ), while following the preparation of the September 2007 issue, one of the thickest part of the magazine's history. It was really super interesting, I had not learned much but I found the scenes quite staggering between allusions scurrilous, nasty cold and undeniable talent modesque. See Anna Wintour reject very calmly (and without anyone to tell him anything) the whole series of photos of a shooting at 100,000 dollars is a bit of surrealism, but that's what surrealism The celebrity of the lady. And then I found out about Grace Coddington, too: a sort of alter-ego of the angelic demon, she brings an artistic and human non-negligible at all this stuff with frills and over-sized egos.
I'm probably the most pathetic fag on the planet to have learned about the duo Anna Wintour / Grace Coddington in September 2009 on the occasion of this film. Because I am a bit of an octopus, you know. Still, the magazine Candy (which is a little Tetu The Advocate of transsexuals, and I told you here already caused ) (to follow) (you see that there is consistency editorial here) offers these days a series of photos dedicated to this unlikely duo karmic evil twin. Here are doubles and transsexual bitchy Anna Wintour and Grace Coddington.
I do not know if there is something more queer world. A nice way to end the year, sum (the photo of the cat on top, it's just because I like) (for cons, I always not cats).
Yes, yes, my gougères mushroom, it's going to happen. It's the end of the year, so. Finally, for you I know, but for me it is excruciatingly normal one week at which it happens nothing special. I'll just have all my colleagues who will return to wacances Monday, and we'll all moo "Happy New Year" to each person that will cross over three weeks, but then immediately, I feel much the excitement invade my brain (outside of effervescent tablets that I take for my angina) (my life is exciting).
So nothing to report on my side. You go out, you, for 31? Me, I just failed miserably this year, I schedule a Christmas Eve away from home, as I usually do. Is that with the visibility that I had, it proved difficult to schedule vacation for several weeks (even months) ahead. It's absolutely fascinating, I realize, m'enfin all that to say that I'm staying in Paris and probably m'incruster in one of the 50,000 nights at 30 euros data for the occasion, what. My life is very difficult.
Yeah, well, and Pop-Pouffe month, then? But here, my toothpicks, you're very impatient.
I'm a fragile little thing, bitch.
Kelly "I eat all the racks" Rowland, or the girl who could have become Aaliyah but has said it would be better to Corona. It is true that she rowed, poor thing, after the Destiny's Child. It looked good part yet, unsheathed a duet with Nelly (which has aged very badly) a year before Crazy in Love Beyoncé and trying to make Dido version R'n'B (stuff pretty-sweet-and-consensus on people who are sad because other people are dead, what).
And then, nothing. Perhaps overshadowed by the almost immediate deification of Beyoncé, we no longer saw the poor Kelly before 2008 ( Work , spent a little noticed) and especially 2009, where she found her true vocation in laif : singer guest appearances (she has the bowl on this ground in Europe, competition from Keri Hilson is not feeling too).
It has feature to death on a sinegueule Nadiya (lol), then a sinegueule Tiziano Ferro (again lol) and finally a sinegueule bludgeoned David Guetta. She has since decided to transcend borders: nah, it's not because you're a young black that you should make harènebi sake. You can do the dance, too. So here we have a new Corona, though rather more low-cut and slightly less obsolete than its ancestor 90 years, but hey, it stinks a bit reversal artistic compromise.
Result races in nine years of solo career, hardly a "hit" by itself, and his last tour is done with other singers who range from the low visibility and the has-beenisme. Damage.
But we like him anyway, Kelly, huh.
Well, that's not being bored, but we're still going out the champagne and canapes. We vote for the Pop-Pouffe of 2010 now? (Anyway it was Lady Gaga)
Who will win? What are your comments so decide (0.43 cents + shipping the comment).
Rhooolala, what suspense, my amiche, I'm excited. Come on, good eve, Gave thee well tomorrow night and enjoy the snow to get stuck at Grandma in Correze, eh.
After birthday and Christmas, I'm spoiled rotten, pampered with gifts culinaro -greedy. Between smoking and baking machine, all is and experimenters found. See you next year to talk about?
* crackers and poppy kinako
a dozen small crackers
50g wholemeal flour
20gr kinako (toasted soybean flour)
1 tablespoon poppy seeds
water
mix flour, poppy and kinako, add water gradually until a smooth paste, soft but not sticky. Roll out between two sheets of sulfuric and dry in oven at 180 degrees about thirty minutes. Cool and enjoy.
galley slaves, you are back at Roissy? It's time for vows.
Okay, I admit that almost a month without giving any news about bloug is at the limit of the Disciplinary Board 2.0, my fruit pastes. But you know me, huh, I never disappear for good. Because I promised Theresa I would always face adversity with great dignity, you know.
So was this ouikène Nouel, and we all got stuck at our parents, with foie gras, salmon and oysters, Sometimes gifts, often naps and almost systematically bawling because, really, it's possible to miss an opportunity to eat your nose now that we no longer live under the same roof and we see each other all three months. Oh, and also we had the delightful (but scary) prospect of getting stuck there until 2011 because of snow and sleet. Christmas as glossy post-war, they said in the news (I think it was a good six months since I had not watched a JT, moreover, all that to fall on a weather 25 minutes, I would rather say I do sorry not my statistics on the "sexy little dresses Catherine Laborde).
is beautiful, the spirit of Christmas. I have not looked Sissi (it passed, at least?), But was a civil Romy Schneider documentary on Arte, which was good too. A deposit nerd is good to take at any time. I made gifts, and I received. I'm too lazy to sell them on Ebay. Someone wants socks? We talked, it was peeled off the ring in the room where childhood reigns shimmering temperature of 11 ° C. was tried and was KINECTS vomit his lungs for three days while in settling accounts with the family of nasties. When I say "we", I because of me, huh. I think I will return by next summer. Maybe. I lose my ingratitude.
All that to say anything? Bah nothing. I'm out of bloug because, as I often do not have time, or because I do not take it, which is the same. You know, you who have a blog at the end of the year 2010 (because you are deserving and you like to contribute to the livelihoods of vintage trends) it takes time and investment, to fuck in front of a keyboard and rant section at Km. It is a priesthood of all the greater because now no one has comment on your prose, the interaction is close to zero if you're not a bloug influential. And when you see, in addition, that the comments, the LUL and-tongue putages Touitteur are crossed over, the temptation is great to go participate in this great recess instead of staying in your corner with your posts of 70 lines that smell of formaldehyde.
short, it is a vocation in the true sense, to continue to lay the article of bloug at the dawn of 2011. And it's a luxury, so when your time is not yours truly.
So? I will not let you down in the maze ouèbesques goes. I'm just busy mismanaging my time. But I'll come back and finish the year. Before, maybe, start a new (and slow, because that's how it works here) revolution that will overthrow the head of this bloug in 2011 ... I can not wait.
And if not, if you have funny stuff to read, watch or play on the web should, feel free to swing your cam here because this week is a little intergalactic desert to work.
Tomorrow or another day, I try to spawn pop pouf-December.
I embrace you very much and wish you much success in the resale of your gifts Nouel.
For me, the reward for good work is often something to be savored. A nice table, a bottle, a big box of chocolate, or all three at once. This table there, it was a moment that I wanted to try it. Since its opening, in fact. The Portuguese chef
Nuno Mendes has not knocked bad. Adrià by it, then by Vongerichten, he opened his gastro-pub Bacchus in 2006, the firm in 2008, then started the dinners in his underground Loft east London, where, three times a week, a dozen eaters are welcome at the table d'hote. The Loft Project is conceived as a platform for culinary experimentation for young leaders "in residence", a place of testing that has (also) helped give birth Viajante.
Opened in April, Viajante is located in the former mayor of Bethnal Green and is part of a small and beautiful resort, Town Hall Hotel & Apartments, all vintage Scandinavian design and clothed. The restaurant is of the same ilk: clear ventilated.
Open kitchens are definitely a reflection of new thinking of the restaurant experience as the service will confirm this. For as in Noma, what are the cooks who bring dishes, announce, give back to the need some clarification on the how the why, and leave their wings open, offering to look their actions, often elegant, sometimes still unsteady .
Redzepi and Noma are strong influences and techniques, textures and tastes of the franchise often remind those in Copenhagen. The comparison ends there: where Noma focuses on the local and the local Nordic Viajante dives into the journey, the confrontation of flavors and inspirations.
This three-course lunch, I remember and cooked to perfection with precise flavors, but also greed that emerges. As with the scoop of brown butter whipped, ultra smooth and fragrant, sprinkled with a little chicken skin crispy and powder vitelotte. It falls into the trap before the first exquisite dish, and we want more, trying not to think about the calorie explosion of the thing.
Gourmande again, this skin of milk fat coats as evidence lobster, amazingly tender, and those who still resist leeks in the tooth. With crunchy hazelnuts and crispy chicken skin, there is. And they stay until dessert, around the green apple, toasted oatmeal with maple syrup and Thai basil. Sweet, fresh, creamy, crisp, excellent.
Finally, after the lunch menu 3-course £ 25, you just want to schedule the next visit for dinner.
Roman launches a broad debate! Nicolas made a post collecting the answers.
As I have repeatedly said here, there or elsewhere, the abolition of military service by J. Chirac has been for me a huge political mistake.
I'm for, not non-restoration of military service, but for the systematization of a civil service / civic one year (or 9 months ) and, where appropriate, military option.
Universal service man / woman, with no exemptions, (including all types of disabilities, physical and / or social) re-establishing a ritual of integration into republic and citizenship.
importantly, the end of the ADMs, military service installed, the DOM / TOM them, the blacks among them, beurs them, bachelor them, etc.. (Except the tray. + 2-3-4 that we had an officer!)
NB: I was in his time exempted from military service: P4! Otherwise, it was the objection of conscience! And, at the age of 16, I attended the nonviolent Lyon! (Hu hu, I would have to say, but Shsh!, I am a grave ...!)
PS: The cost issue should not arise, France is rich, we can invest for the future of our children, the (fake) accounts are always bad and evil counselors deceptive!
the Zulus, it's me again, on the brink time that I would delay of the Pop-Pouf November. As usual 'because we can say now, this topic has gradually shifted "around 15" to "30, see 31 months" (I'll be bored in February).
But as Lara Fabian, I still believe I am right in my boots, and certainly in the battery time but in time anyway, I'll book Thanksgiving turkey.
Pink, So. Yeah, I know I already caused Pink two years ago. This is the kind of details that I wonder if I have not toured the Pop-poufs, actually. The circle of cod peroxidized lowing of pop radio for FM pain is actually quite easy melodies restricted. The good news is that I succeeded in spite of everything not to cram the same turkey three times a year. But then it really is because the topic is monthly, eh.
Pfff, I still get lost in conjecture. Disciplining us, let us talk of the subject: Alecia Moore, Pink, the peroxidized Chief (I would not be his scalp).
P! nk / Pink released her Greatest Hits Best of ... So Far and we took the opportunity to swing a novel. As so often in the case of a greatest hits, it's a minor sinegueule rather intended to create a wave in radio broadcast-news story to promote the disc, and also to buy the greatest hits to fans who have already decerebrated all albums.
Seen today, where you download (legally or not) whatever you want and where you're not forced to fade an entire album if its iPud wants to do that two or three songs that really enjoys the process seems almost anachronistic. Frankly, if I'm a fan of P! nk, it is likely that I did need to download / purchase the title Raise Your Glass , not the best of everything. You tell me, it's better than nothing, in terms of royalties, for the singer.
Good, and sinegueule in all this? Bah I want to say bof (I often say bof) (I am a model of elegance and expressiveness). At first, it actually feels a little unreleased track stuck there to furnish and serve as fodder for radio. Then gradually you get used to the melody and you find yourself to the board in the head (as it is a dozen up there, everyone is not happy about this musical invasion of questionable taste, but you get used). Mechanism Pop Pouf base, whatever.
I am however a bit cautious to the somewhat opportunistic that permeates it all. Clip, already, with these waves amazes bourgeois provocations based sex and religion, a belief held with cocker depression. Content, then, because we have warmed for ten years with her feminism playground and claims against the ugly maledom, P! nk seems to subtly position on the niche Gaga. His "Little Freaks" sound a bit like "Little Monsters", and even if we do not doubt his sincerity, suddenly become the standard bearer said freaks, fat, and ugly, fags and all that is assumed to suffer bullying in teen movies, it gives a vague feeling of surfing on the wave. He seems to have become "common" now, to take the side of oppressed minorities and assume to death its openness. Unless it's a little easier, if not downright hypocritical, to fraternize with a clip of high school losers, queers, dykes, the gangsta, the not quite beautiful, complex, squints, rebels, People who do not find love and girls oppressed by the guys. When you add all these people, not sure if this is a minority of the Western population.
While P! nk has always been a bit unusual and perched in the landscape of pop-poufs, but hey, this is not strictly speaking a wreck or Anarchist a complete break with the codes of patriarchal society that it denounces.
short, I have nothing against Raise Your Glass , sinegueule which is never used as a pretext to promote a best of and watching Carey Hart clowning Laugh in a clip as usual too, but I just find it a little easier.
Next month, we will already be in December 2010 (December 2010, brothel), and we will want to celebrate the end of the year all together, make merry, elect Pop Pouf-year high in communion, and then dance naked around the fire to invoke the spirit of great music. I suggest that you start to think, my watermelons, vote your future: After presentation of Pop Pouf-December, I will indeed move to vote for your favorite 2010. A bit like Miss France. Except that the winner will not cry on stage at the Zenith of Caen and it will never be aware of his victory (too bad).
Go, good thinking, and do not forget to buy your advent calendar, my turkey.
Aurora lasts six months, dusk six others. I escape that nature can also be tedious, seasons, mixed climates, the daily alternation of day and silly night. Here, near the pole, nature does more agitated, she does the ironing. And then there is the sea, the sky, the prairie, these large white pages that are written without me.
[...] What is beautiful in a mystery, the secret it contains, not the truth it hides.
Just two words and a half. Let's be clear: it peels severe here. Cold and dry. And beautiful.
to warm quickly. Wrapped in a soup and hot flavors. As the truffle honey, nice attention to Miss Cocotte . Thank you again. Can not write more: chilled fingers. See you.
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soup of Jerusalem artichokes, creamy milk, truffle honey
For 2
500g Jerusalem artichoke
1 / 2 L vegetable stock 1
small piece of horseradish
1 glass of milk
truffle honey
salt, pepper
Peel Jerusalem artichokes, cut into pieces and cook them in vegetable broth thirty minutes. When cooked, drain and mix by adjusting the consistency with stock. Add salt, pepper and a teaspoon of finely grated horseradish. Reserve until serving.
Heat milk, emulsify with a hand blender (or whisk makes this mini cappuccino mousse, my new favorite toy).
Retrieve the foam with a spoon and place on the velvet.
Add half a spoon truffle honey on the foam and serve immediately.
Union Market has opened in London, the former Fulham Broadway tube station. The concept: a super-market producers, with a strong British, which promotes good products and good practices. The paradise of foodists what eco-responsible.
I went for a walk at lunchtime, and I was charmed. The atypical spirit of the place was nicely upgraded, with its huge glass and metal signs vintage sores that please - oh no, we say boal now? . The service is impeccable, as usual here (small flat for the waitress who had every intention to point out to the whole neighborhood that she could snap his pumps on the floor). The products are therefore prone naturalo-bio-local, but not. It was therefore both fruit and vegetables "small" producers and groceries more conventional, but still good and well. And for prices not crazy, unlike Wholefoods & co.
We stopped at little corner restaurant lunch and there was were not disappointed: a carrot-cumin soup for me divine, beautifully seasoned burger (of course) for English lamb lovers, accompanied by crispy fries and ultra generous, cooked 3 times, accurate the menu, and the result is there (because obviously I continue to bite on the plate said love). All for a handful of mini sterling ( anyway it's an expense eh) .
Spoils of visit: three purple carrots, fresh horseradish, and date syrup, which I am eager to Frost a cupcake with white cheese ( Mazeltov style).
ps: after some manipulation, to change the structure of the blog, writing links has changed somewhat, do not ask me why. (Thanks to Cocotte to note) Still, the links of the index suffered the way, I do my best to correct it.
