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09-06-2006, 04:25 AM | #1 (permalink) |
Groupie
Join Date: Sep 2005
Posts: 8
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Real Fashion Sense and Style for Russian People
There's no reason and season to go out of style. Even during the coldest times of the year, fashion manifests its great influence over people. The more the people need to cover themselves with elegant coats and classy scarfs (as protection against biting cold), the more excuse there is to be glamorous.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Real fashion sense exists even in cold of winter season, when people cover themselves up with more clothes; hence, people have more ways to flaunt their style. People in Russia walk down the streets normally with coats and furs. They wear it with confidence and attitude even if beneath the clothing are blistered skins from the cold. There’s a good variety of winter apparels in Russia but most people prefer to wear downs. The younger generation find comfort in lower prices of downs, while business professionals and higher wage earners ... http://www.exploring-russia.com/2006...ussian-people/ |
09-06-2006, 04:52 PM | #3 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
Posts: 2,617
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dude... umm
ski bum wear
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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. |
09-06-2006, 05:00 PM | #4 (permalink) |
Music Addict
Join Date: Dec 2005
Location: Keswick, Ontario
Posts: 731
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Real fashion sense is no fashion sense.
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Lock to field screen, row the ocean onto sentient ground. New rites of a Vedic sun to attend the blue horizon. Prevails flight resplendent, sails the shrine effulgent windship. Stillness breathes apex supreme - I walk toward the mountain. Crowns the sovereic rite to freedom. Shored the origin forms to a ground accede. Axiom core of the light shrine flight to shining. Glows serene to attenuate the space and time. |
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