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Hi turkeys, Marie-Antoinette who speaks to you.

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).

Go, Happy New Year 2011, my green peppers!

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The Pop-Pouffe December

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)

January: Ke $ ha

February: Cascada

March: Lady Gaga

April: Christina Aguilera

May: Shalya

June: Rihanna

July: Katy Rotten

August: Kat Deluna

September: Kylie Minogue

October: Cheryl Cole

November: P! nk

December: Kelly Rowland

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.

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In two words (crackers poppy kinako)

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.

Very good year.

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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.

XOXO Gossip Girl Vinsh

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Viajante

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.

* Viajante

Patriot Square

Bethnal Green - London E2 9NF

www.viajante.co.uk

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for a universal civic service!

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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!