tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78067557254436312232024-02-01T20:33:43.684-08:00twenty-tworlmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08220983576021385070noreply@blogger.comBlogger85125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7806755725443631223.post-88545313129664467342012-09-23T09:48:00.000-07:002012-09-23T09:48:28.040-07:00HAIR<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
This is my second post in over a year, I've been quite absent from posting and hopefully I will get back to it on a more frequent basis from now on. What brought me back was a rather silly idea, today, September 23, is the official first day of spring over here in the Southern Hemisphere. As those of you who follow or have read my blog at one point know, every thought that crosses my mind is usually linked to some sort of music, so the inevitable happened: spring = Donna Summer's Spring Affair.<br />
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I have to admit this is a very recent musical discovery, considering I've been listening to Donna Summer since the 80's, but somehow this song escaped me, and I believe I heard it about a year ago for the first time. Shame on me, I know, and like many of my discoveries, it came by way of the one the only Queen Of Pop. I downloaded a mash-up of Secret and this song from <a href="http://www.madonnarama.com/">Madonnarama</a> and it was then that I fell in love with it.<br />
It's funny how the brain works. One thing immediately connects with the other. Now that I was watching this video and especially this <a href="http://youtu.be/dlh-FInvoZ0" target="_blank">version</a> the following happened: Spring -> Donna Summer. Donna Summer's hair -> Maricarla Boscono at Viktor & Rolf's UH-MAZING Spring 2003 show. Oh-so-spring-y. Almost 10 years ago. Wow. I must have posted about this before, but here it goes anyway. Mariacarla at 0:25. Enjoy.<br />
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Florence Welch channels the Like A Virgin striptease performance from the MDNA Tour in her latest video.<br />
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So, like any other fan, I've been awaiting the world premiere of W.E., Madonna's much talked-about new directorial adventure. After reading how challenging she described making this movie was, and the many obstacles she had to face compared to the ones she has to deal with in musical projects, her smile throughout today's press conference and while walking the red carpet tonight only shows that she is very proud of her work.<br />
The thought of Madonna in Venice inevitably reminded me of the Like A Virgin video. She must be marveled at the incredible journey her life has been up to now. Here are some pictures from tonight, thanks to <a href="http://www.madonnarama.com/">Madonnarama.</a><br />
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</div>rlmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08220983576021385070noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7806755725443631223.post-71332386111418266952011-06-15T19:11:00.000-07:002011-06-15T19:11:34.248-07:00THINSPIRATION<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Jennifer Hudson looking absolutely fabulous at the AmFar Gala.<br />
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It was at the Reinvention Tour in Boston, back in 2004. A fantastic photoshoot by Steven Klein for W Magazine preceded the tour. Below are a few images of the Queen wearing some of the designer's amazing pieces. Happy 60th Birthday Monsieur.<br />
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I was thinking about Piaf's bilingual version of Autumn Leaves a little while ago and then I ran into two other versions I liked a lot as well (though hers remains my favorite). The first one is by Yves Montand and it's a tiny clip from a movie, I had never seen him this young and I must say he was quite attractive (the beauty within youth...once again). <br />
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The other version is by my new favorite: Juliette Gréco. Though I had heard about her before, it wasn't until recently when I came across her while researching for a past collection, that I began to look more into her music. She sings the original version and the lyrics are just amazing. I love how these types of songs are powerful enough to set you in a particular mood. I love her whole look in the video too.<br />
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My nearest earthquake-related experience was almost four years ago, when the southern city of Pisco literally fell to pieces after it was hit by a 7.9 magnitude quake. This was 230km. south of Lima, but GOD did we feel and GOD did it feel like it lasted forever (about 2:30 minutes). Though I managed to stay quite calm and to calm those around me (I was with a friend at her shop and with her salesgirl) while it happened, I was traumatized for months, thinking it could happen again at any moment. <br />
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Like many animal lovers, one of the things that worries me the most about tragedies like these, is the fate of most pets. I have read that in Japan, most shelters will not allow people to come in with their animals and that they have been faced with the tough choice of leaving them behind in order to guarantee their own safety.<br />
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But within this tragic situation, there is hope. People like Ashely Fruno, PETA Asia-Pacific senior campaigner, and Isabella Gallaon-Aoki of Animal Friends Niigata are taking care of those pets who have been abandoned amidst the mess of debris left by the quake and the tsunami that followed.<br />
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From <i>PETA Asia-Pacific's blog, <a href="http://blog.petaasiapacific.com/in-the-news/update-on-rescue-work-in-japan" target="_blank">The Hot & Sour Scoop</a>.</i><br />
<blockquote>One of the first members of an international animal rights group to reach the disaster area, PETA Asia-Pacific senior campaigner Ashley Fruno has been in Japan with Isabella Gallaon-Aoki of Animal Friends Niigata since taking the first flight to Tokyo after the airport opened Saturday night. Ashley and Isabella are providing food, water, and care to animals abandoned when their guardians fled to evacuation centers, and are also providing food to animals whose guardians are having a hard time getting supplies of food because of long lines of hundreds of people waiting to get into stores. They've encountered many citizens who have stayed in their badly damaged homes for days because many evacuation centers are not allowing companion animals inside.</blockquote><blockquote>"The damage is absolutely horrific," Ashley says. "These dogs and cats need rescue for the sake of the anguished people who were forced to choose between seeking refuge in evacuation centers and taking their beloved animal companions with them." <br />
Despite long waits at gas stations, Ashley and Isabella continue to visit the worst-affected areas in search of animals who need help, and their team remains in touch with the volunteer relief center, city office, and prefecture office, which plans to set up a temporary shelter for animals in the north of the city. Ashley is also talking to reporters and asking them to alert her if they spot animals in need.</blockquote>Fortunately, there is a way WE can help too. PETA's ANIMAL EMERGENCY FUND provides grants to organizations that do rescue work in situations like the one going on in Japan right now. All you have to do is visit this <a href="https://secure.peta.org/site/Donation2?idb=27147755&df_id=4220&4220.donation=form1">link</a> and make a donation.<br />
To finish off, and in an attempt to make you click on the link above, here's the touching video of a dog who took care and would not leave his injured companion after they both survived the tsunami. For your mind's sake, both have already been rescued (the thought of them being left alone tortured me for quite a while).<br />
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What I liked about this link in particular was how it showed Kylie moving and practicing a few dance moves in the outfits to see if they would actually work onstage and on the road. I must say I love Kylie, but she's not that much of a dancer really (though I was pleasantly surprised to see her move quite a lot when she came to Lima a couple of years ago), so I guess the clothes are pretty safe. My friend Paloma once told me that there were a few wardrobe malfunctions when the same duo designed the clothes for Madonna's Girlie Show Tour, but of course, if she's dancing 99% of the time, they are BOUND to happen<br />
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Back when I was in design school, one of our first extracurricular projects was to co-design a wardrobe for a modern dance group from a local university. Our head professor was in charge of the whole thing but we helped out and got to go to every show to make sure the dancers had the look we desired. Unfortunately, not all of them had real "dancers' bodies", but we managed pretty well. One of our main concerns was that they'd be able to move freely throughout the whole performance, and they did. I remember we also styled their hair into twig-like shapes covered in gold spray paint. Quite intoxicating.<br />
So while I was pondering about the importance of wardrobe design in dance, I began thinking about that famous scene in Top Hat where Fred Astaire and Ginger Roger dance to Cheek To Cheek.<br />
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Any complaint regarding the excessive amount of marabou feathers used on her dress simply disappear once the couple begins to dance. I don't really have mention the fact that they are both excellent dancers, but the use of feathers in her dress adds so much movement that it actually manages to enhance their talent.<br />
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I love this song, I love Fred Astaire and this scene just makes me sigh. Here it is, enjoy.<br />
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I had become aware of her when her Chasing Pavements came out and especially when Anna Wintour took her under her wing, but I still was not amused. Yesterday I downloaded a podcast from one of my favorite blogs, and in it I found Someone Like You and I have to say I have not stopped listening to it since. <br />
I searched for videos on youtube and found her UH-mazing performance from this year's Brit Awards (which I remember had been posted by another friend of mine on the exact day of the awards but I totally ignored it). I couldn't hold back the tears. I was even listening to it as I was sketching today, then I'd go back to watching the video, back to sketching, and so on.<br />
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In a time where songs have very poor lyrical content and a very predictable pattern, one can only appreciate a talent like Adele's twice as much. Not only are the words in Someone Like You something you can relate to immediately, but her voice and delivery manage to create a heart wrenching connection that gives you goosebumps and leaves you teary-eyed. <br />
Whoever designed her performance deserves a round of applause. I love the simplicity of it. It makes her talent even more obvious. I mean, it could have gone cheesy with the wrong lighting effects or any other props, but this was just perfection. LOVED the rain of metallic confetti at the end. Adele will be turning 22 this year.<br />
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<div style="border: medium none;">Though I tried to fix my Uruguayan situation while I was vacationing in Punta del Este earlier this year, I wasn't able to for two reasons: 1. I took too long to start the whole renewal procedure (I was having too much fun) and 2. Uruguayan bureaucracy has not evolved, nor does it show any signs that it will any time soon (and their employees are apparently hell-sent). Pretty much like the Miss Argentina character in Beetlejuice, remember her?</div><br />
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Anyway, I must plan a quick trip to Montevideo some time soon in order to get all of this solved. You see, Uruguayan law has it that in order for me to renew my passport I FIRST have to renew my ID. Why not renew my ID at the Consulate in Lima? Because you simply can't. This is something that MUST be done in the actual country. I know, it's ridiculous. I cried, I wailed, I had a tantrum.<br />
"Why bother so much for an Uruguayan passport?" you might ask, like some of my Argentine friends sneered back in Punta. Well, you see, there are a couple of reasons. One is that I actually want a physical element that makes the link to my mother's country of birth official. Two: there are benefits from having it, such as not needing a visa for the U.K., Italy, France,Spain and many other European countries. And believe me, having lost my diplomatic passport privileges when I turned 25 (someone hand me a tissue please), it COMES. IN. HANDY. I've never had to ask for a visa so I'm really unfamiliar with the whole process and I've heard it's usually an unpleasant experience. <br />
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So, back to Peru. I went to get my Peruvian ID renewed. There was a huge line. I left. I decided I'd come back another day, hopefully before the elections in April, ha! I already had my picture taken though, and on my way back home, as I stared at it and placed it next to the one on my expired ID I thought to myself : GOD have I AGED! Not that I am not happy with the way I look now (I think I'm more comfortable with myself today than I was then), but I the signs of this certain "maturity", so as to call it, were undeniable.<br />
In a very 1989-1999-The-Next-Best-Thing-mirror-scene kind of way, I found a blog's (thank you Matt Rettenmund) <a href="http://themadestycollection.blogspot.com/2011/02/just-for-fun.html">side-by-side comparison</a> of a picture of Madonna at the Vanity Fair party on Sunday and another one of her at a book signing in 2000, where she actually looks younger TODAY. I discussed the Madonna situation with a dear friend of mine from Buenos Aires and he said it was a case of "Benjamin Button", and that he too "suffered" from that syndrome. He kept me laughing for a while when he sent me some ridiculously, terribly photoshopped pictures of himself to prove his point. I then had to do my own side-by-side comparison and realized I do NOT have that condition. Unfortunately. <br />
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I had another nostalgic moment today that took me back to a bit earlier than 2005, precisely to 2003. I had a wonderful cardio workout today to a song from that year. It was on repeat for a while, and as I listened to it, it brought back many memories: parties at my favorite restaurant, a silver Beetle, a rooftop party, the friends I used to hang out with back then, those who STILL hang out with me now, a hat party, etc. etc. I originally thought my picture had been taken in 2003 as well, so I thought "what a fortunate coincideeeeence...", but no, I was confused. So, just for confusion's sake, let me post the song. The End Starts Today (Tommi Sunshine Remix), by Bis .<br />
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The Romantic in me has struck again after reading this morning's paper. The news of the people of Libya making progress on their way to democracy (hopefully) and overthrowing Gaddafi has sparked a certain excitement in me that immediately reminded me of the Romanian Revolution of 1989 and the end of a dictatorship that spanned over 20 years. I'm afraid Muamar Gaddafi's reluctance to give up his power will condemn him to a similar fate to that of Nicolae Ceaușescu's.<br />
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One aspect that I am really looking forward to is the fact that Anne Hathaway and James Franco (also nominated for best actor in a leading role) will be hosting this year's show. I love both of them and from the short ABC promos I've seen on YouTube, I believe they will do a memorable job (though beating <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Terhj8mjPwY">Hugh Jackman's performance</a> two years ago will be somewhat hard). <br />
If you recognized this post's title/first line, you can tell I couldn't help but think about All About Eve. I've been thinking about this movie lately for several reasons, and particularly now because it's awards season. I came across two scenes which I want to share. The first one that came to mind is actually the end scene, which I love for it's acting, art direction, and because its depiction of reality gives me the chills.<br />
The second one is Margo Channing's monologue, I had almost forgotten what an INCREDIBLE piece of acting that was (Bette Davis, we love you).<br />
So here they are, I'll leave you to them while I continue to resist eating the (surprise) fabulous cupcakes I had made for tonight and that my friends should -hopefully- get to taste.<br />
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After two failed attempts at going to the movies last night - even trying two different movie theaters- a friend and I settled for a movie at his place. We decided to watch The Tourist despite ALL the negative reviews it had received. Half-way through the movie we couldn't agree more with everyone who held this position, but what struck me the most was the terrible choice in music throughout the whole film. It was AWFUL.<br />
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This immediately made me think of a scene in GASLIGHT which exemplifies the exact opposite: the perfect choice in music for one of the most dramatic moments in the film. This is one of my favorite movies, I believe I've mentioned this before on this blog, and it is one I would come back to all the time as child. Besides a couple other scenes, including one where the main character screams the name of her housekeeper a zillion times like a madwoman, this is a part I'd watch over and over again (and once again I am suprised my parents never sent me to therapy).<br />
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Here is Ingrid Bergman playing Paula Anton, the mentally tortured wife of Gregory Anton (played by Charles Boyer), suffering a crisis to the sound of one of Chopin's greatest pieces : Ballade No. 1, Op. 23 in G minor. Enjoy.<br />
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The movie had an incredible cast, including former Bond girl Ursula Andress, David Niven, Deborah Kerr, Peter Sellers, and even Woody Allen. The main reason why we chose to watch it was because my friend held it as something really close to his childhood, especially because of the movie's soundtrack, composed by Mr. Burt Bacharach himself. Though I wouldn't label the movie as a must-see, it does have certain visual and musical highlights (like the sultry Look Of Love sung by Dusty Sprinfield).<br />
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However, what was most important was the fact that my friend was able to share this film with me. <br />
Getting to know your friends through what they like and what made them happy during their childhood years is probably one of the things I cherish the most, it's like catching up with them in retrospect. Photographs, movies, and music among other elements have the incredible ability to take us back and forth through time. I have just been witness to that today when I found a video of one of my favorite Romanian singers from when I was a kid. Though I didn't recognize it at first, once I heard the chorus I could not help myself from letting out a HUGE sigh. I remembered I actually owned this tape, that she -Angela Similea- had a daughter that went to the American school together with my older sister, and that I had spotted her on the street once.<br />
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I'm so happy I found this video. To top it off, she is introduced by none other that Corina Chiriac, my other super-duper favorite Romanian singer, whom I managed to see live at a concert back then (until I got an upset stomach and had to be taken out of the venue, ruining the moment for my parents). That's why I'm not having kids. Here it goes:<br />
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NUMBER 1 : A TALL, DARK AND HANDSOME VEGETARIAN.<br />
Santa MUST know I've been single for quite a while (insert Dalí's The Persistence of Memory here, or a video of a tumbleweed, or a cricket sound...or...never mind, I think I made it clear), and though I have broadened my standards, a friend recently reminded me that, once upon a time, being a vegetarian was an essential requirement.<br />
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NUMBER 2: DINNER WITH MADONNA. Or lunch, or breakfast or brunch! Whatever it may be. Oh, and I need to be able to bring my friend Paloma along as well to make it complete. You see Santa?! I'm learning to share! (But let me figure out whether she really neeeeeds to sit with us at the same table or if she can just watch from afar).<br />
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NUMBER 3: THE FABERGÉ EGG I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR SINCE I WAS 8. <br />
I SO behaved that year, and I still didn't get it. I was so distraught. Of course, maybe Santa had a hard time deciding WHICH Fabergé egg to bring me. I was never able to make up my mind as to which one was my favorite and I never specified, so I'll give him that, but today I feel like I should probably have the one with the lily of the valley theme since they were, together with narcissus, my favorite flowers in my garden in Moscow (I think I'm just going to have to rush to the closest perfume shop and sniff some Diorissimo for nostalgia's sake).<br />
Seriously, Santa, it's been 22 years...<br />
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NUMBER 4: MATTHEW MORRISON'S ABS.<br />
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NUMBER 5: NO MORE BULLFIGHTS.<br />
This might sound like a party pooper to many, but it would make me SO happy. I would give up all of my other gifts just for this one.<br />
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So Santa, I've kept it VERY short this year. I'm not asking for much. Here's a little video that will help you realize how insignificant the things I'm asking for are. Please don't let me down...AGAIN.<br />
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This has been an EXTREMELY sensitive week. Blame it on the rain, the stars, the planets, the moon - or maybe just the lack of sugar- but it's been hard to deal with these past seven days. It's been somewhat comforting to watch this scene, even though it always manages to bring me to tears, just like the first time I saw it when I was about 8. The music, which you most likely will recognize, is just the best.<br />
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I have NEVER seen this movie, I've been hypnotized by this scene since I saw it a couple of years ago. I wanna dance like this. <br />
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I'm in the last day of a four-day photoshoot, God knows I'm exhausted by now (missed the ABSOLUT GLIMMER party last night...) and I'm about to be officially sick, which will probably jeopardize my gym attendance yet another week (I went there last night after a 6-day absence and 6-day binge).<br />
Two days ago, no, wait, was it yesterday? You see, this is what being locked up in a studio does to you (together with listening to Mariah Carey or other inhabitants of my iTunes whose presence I'm also ashamed to confess). Well anyway, whenever it was, I accidentally sprayed some cologne into my eyes that morning and I obviously had to tweet about it. Since my Twitter account is linked to my Facebook, two friends of mine decided to comment on my temporary cyclops-state. Though I had thought I'd go for Madonna's eyepatch look in the V Magazine editorial, one of my friends suggested a more Elle Driver kind of look and posted the famous trailer-fight scene from Kill Bill 2.<br />
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That reminded me of how much I was fascinated by Daryl Hannah back in the 80s. I bet almost everyone loved her in SPLASH, but the first time I saw her and where she really caught my attention was in the 1986 movie LEGAL EAGLES, where she starred alongside Robert Redford, Debra Winger, Brian Dennehy and the fabulous Terence Stamp. Her character was really intriguing, sort of like a previous version of Catherine Trammel: attractive blonde, possible murderer, gets involved with her lawyer. I also remember I was a bit disturbed by a pair of opera gloves she wore with a cocktail dress in one of the scenes, I never really liked that match, though I was hypnotized by her looks (loooong legs included).<br />
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After all these ideas went through my brain, the next inevitable thought was plastic surgery. I don't really like what's she's had done (though I really can't tell what precise touch-ups she has been through) but she's one of those celebrities whom you have sympathy for so you cover one eye, or squint, just so that you are not affected by the obvious changes. <br />
I have to say, once again, that I'm not against plastic surgery AT ALL. I think it's totally worth it, especially if some doctor can keep you looking like Gloria Vanderbilt at <b><span style="font-size: large;">EIGHTY SIX</span></b> (!!!) :<br />
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Now back to Daryl, here's one of my favorite scenes from Legal Eagles:<br />
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This has been quite a touching morning. This HAS been a hectic week - I am well aware it is the month of Scorpio by now- so I guess I'm also extra sensitive, and therefore, the slightest things can affect me, like remembering Gianni Versace's violent death out of the blue. A friend of mine commented she'd be dressing up as a witch to go treat or treating with two other friends, one of them dressed up as Perseus. I couldn't help but suggest that she should dress up as Medusa and even said it would be "SO Gianni".<br />
Though I could go on for quite a long while talking about Gianni Versace, I think he deserves a post of his own, so I'll save that idea for the future.<br />
So after thinking about his death, how "you only live once" and questioning whether I will actually leave a footprint on this earth, I came across the following performance.<br />
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Just when you thought my mood could not descend any further, the final nerve in my system got struck by this girl's voice and this beautiful song.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">CHER LLOYD PERFORMING "STAY" ON X-FACTOR LAST NIGHT<br />
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Though I had heard of Shakespeare's Sister back in the 90's, I don't think I was ever exposed to any of their music, so I was pleasantly surprised when I heard Cher Lloyd perform their song STAY (thank you Perez Hilton once again) on X Factor.<br />
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After watching her amazing performance I had to check out the original version and I loved it as well. A powerful, haunting, goosebump-inducing song and an equally striking video. I NEED A DRINK NOW.<br />
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Though I owe the title of this post to Little Boots, you know who was the first one to say you could dance for inspiration...<br />
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