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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.