<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029</id><updated>2012-01-31T16:18:32.342-05:00</updated><category term='Food For Thought'/><category term='The Beginning'/><category term='MODE du JOUR'/><title type='text'>A Black Girl in Paris</title><subtitle type='html'>"Life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all"- Helen Keller</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>123</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-2599168508608861634</id><published>2011-03-28T19:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T19:34:34.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;In A BAD moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; CHANGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;is the BEST thing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;that could HAPPEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;- Karl Lagerfeld&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-2599168508608861634?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/2599168508608861634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=2599168508608861634' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/2599168508608861634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/2599168508608861634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2011/03/in-bad-moment-change-is-best-thing-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-4985271265124538418</id><published>2008-12-11T12:43:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T06:10:08.215-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lillies of the Water: Claude Monet</title><content type='html'>As scary as this may sound, my time in Paris is winding down and I'm using my last week for pure indulgence.  Museums, vintage shopping and any other ideas that I can come up with!  Yesterday I made my way to L'Orangerie mueseum, to visit some breathtaking oil paintings by Claude Monet, known in french as Les Nymphéas and in english as The Water Lillies. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SUJBPasoQ9I/AAAAAAAAAg8/kxd49YjhGqM/s1600-h/DSC01650.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SUJBPasoQ9I/AAAAAAAAAg8/kxd49YjhGqM/s400/DSC01650.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278853446351995858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SUFTVO7RJKI/AAAAAAAAAg0/5w1V22I4g-A/s1600-h/DSC01643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SUFTVO7RJKI/AAAAAAAAAg0/5w1V22I4g-A/s400/DSC01643.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278591862503974050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My original plan was to head over to Jeu de Paume and hopefully find some remnants of the Richard Avedon exhibit that I missed back in September, but when I arrived, their doors were closed and in true parisian spirit, I walked through the Tuilerie gardens to the other museum I've been waiting to see, L'Orangerie.  This, I must add is why I love Paris, you can wake up one day and go say hello to Demarchelier, Monet or Avedon and you can even head over to the Picasso mueseum to see many of his works and if you're really feeling artsy you can take the 1 metro to the Louvre and see the famous Mona Lisa painting.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SUFTGT8NVWI/AAAAAAAAAgs/a3QhasQPp0A/s1600-h/DSC01642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SUFTGT8NVWI/AAAAAAAAAgs/a3QhasQPp0A/s400/DSC01642.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278591606152058210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The water lillies are actually a series of about 250 oil paintings by Claude Monet, which depicted the garden from his house in Giverny.    The Orangerie houses 8 of these amazing paintings, while the rest are scattered all around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SUFR7Q49GII/AAAAAAAAAgk/0P-dEfrErwk/s1600-h/DSC01641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SUFR7Q49GII/AAAAAAAAAgk/0P-dEfrErwk/s400/DSC01641.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278590316842915970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I attended fashion week back in October, one of the presenting designers Akris, was inspired by the water lillies for some of the pieces in his collection. See the video below, I love it, and Chanel Iman working her dress :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1944672&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1944672&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bisous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-4985271265124538418?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/4985271265124538418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=4985271265124538418' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/4985271265124538418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/4985271265124538418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/12/lillies-of-water-claude-monet.html' title='Lillies of the Water: Claude Monet'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SUJBPasoQ9I/AAAAAAAAAg8/kxd49YjhGqM/s72-c/DSC01650.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-4036379757166112578</id><published>2008-12-10T08:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:13:04.368-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling in Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sHrOV8YorHI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sHrOV8YorHI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just like myself, Josephine Baker was a black girl in Paris (yet, that was over 50 years ago) and she fell in love with Paris just like I did.  Ms. Baker was so loved by France that she actually became a citizen in 1937.  While she came to Paris to escape the racism in the states and I came to Paris to find my joie de vivre and a new peace of mind, we both fell in love with this city and the country of France and our love is just the same.  I admire Ms. Baker and her courage to do what others may have considered crazy and insane and for going after her hearts desires.  This video is actually her singing at Follies Bergère in Pigalle (Paris), the song is called "J'ai deux amours" (I have two loves) as she goes on to say, J'ai deux amours, mon payee et Paris (I have two loves, my country and Paris).  My sentiments exactly, I can finally exhale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bisous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-4036379757166112578?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/4036379757166112578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=4036379757166112578' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/4036379757166112578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/4036379757166112578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/12/falling-in-love.html' title='Falling in Love'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-8252940216069558505</id><published>2008-12-08T15:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:56:06.324-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I think i can i think i can i think i can...i DID</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/ST1_n12miAI/AAAAAAAAAfY/KVO-e35KWlU/s1600-h/DSC01633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/ST1_n12miAI/AAAAAAAAAfY/KVO-e35KWlU/s400/DSC01633.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277514660795811842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My absence was for good reason, I got an A on my french exam and an A in both my grammar and phonetics class.  The French grading system is quite different from the states, 16 and higher is almost impossible to attain because of there strict system of grading, 14.5 and higher is an A and the grading scale is broken down from there. It's amazing to see how far one can come from having a dream to living that dream. All I have to say is, if you think you can, believe you can and do all you can, you WILL absolutely get what you need and want in life.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bisous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-8252940216069558505?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/8252940216069558505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=8252940216069558505' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/8252940216069558505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/8252940216069558505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-think-i-can-i-think-i-can-i-think-i.html' title='I think i can i think i can i think i can...i DID'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/ST1_n12miAI/AAAAAAAAAfY/KVO-e35KWlU/s72-c/DSC01633.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-1169482067788895291</id><published>2008-12-04T07:00:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T10:38:41.207-05:00</updated><title type='text'>[re]Visitation</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STfG1GSeoDI/AAAAAAAAAe4/nAa5HQq9Mhk/s400/DSC01217.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275904104011309106" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were so many things in Prague that I had no time to mention, when I made my first post about this wonderful city in eastern Europe.  One thing that crossed my mind this morning as I finally had time to sit down and do a post before class was my  visit to the Salvador Dali exhibition.  I guess you could say this was my first Dali "experience" because I had just recently been introduced to him in my art history class.  Known as one of the original surrealism artists (and a madman, according to my teacher)  I knew that I had to explore the Dali world (crazy genius is quite intriguing to me).  The exhibition was a mixture of photos taken by Vaclav Chocola along with paintings and sculptures created by Dali himself.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;                                  (Dali with model Amanda Lear)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STz5oiqBcEI/AAAAAAAAAfI/CuEZ5dQqKvk/s400/DaliandAmandaLearApril161973.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277367338264522818" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Although I wasn't allowed to take photos, I was able to snag the first photograph of this post which was a series of "Dali at work" photographs.  In addition to photographs of Dali at work or Dali at home, there were also a multitude of photographs of Dali and Amanda Lear (seen above) a very popular, transgender model of the 60's.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After moving through the first room full of photos, I made my way into the exhibit where Dali paintings and sculptures were on display.  Known for his slightly bizarre paintings like "Dream Caused by the Flight of a Bumble bee Around a Pomegranate a Second Before Awakening" (seen below), I allowed my mind to wander into the thoughts of Dali.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STz8fdtL5TI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/FleZrYkX8SE/s400/flight-of-a-bumblebee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277370480851674418" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The interrprutation of this painting is quite intricate and full of Freudian influence, as Sigmund Freud and Salvador Dali were friends.  Dali said this painting was created "to express for the first time in images Freud's discovery of the typical dream with a lengthy narrative, the consequence of the instantaneousness of a chance event which causes the sleeper to wake up. Thus, as a bar might fall on the neck of a sleeping person, causing them to wake up and for a long dream to end with the guillotine blade falling on them, the noise of the bee here provokes the sensation of the sting which will awaken Gala [his wife]." [&lt;a href="http://http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dream_Caused_by_the_Flight_of_a_Bee_around_a_Pomegranate_a_Second_Before_Awakening"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Even though I find the Dali style and Dali the man to be slightly strange , I acknowledge his immense creativity and I feel somewhat like how he felt in his manifesto entitled "declaration of the independence of the imagination and the rights of man to his own madness", to each it's own.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What do you think? Too much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;bisous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-1169482067788895291?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/1169482067788895291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=1169482067788895291' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/1169482067788895291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/1169482067788895291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/12/revisitation.html' title='[re]Visitation'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STfG1GSeoDI/AAAAAAAAAe4/nAa5HQq9Mhk/s72-c/DSC01217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-9114209924933027371</id><published>2008-12-04T06:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T06:45:21.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Been A Long Time</title><content type='html'>So sorry, it's been almost a week. So much to do, so little time.  My family has come to visit me and I'm sooooo excited.  I'll be doing a post on that soon!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bisous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-9114209924933027371?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/9114209924933027371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=9114209924933027371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/9114209924933027371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/9114209924933027371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-been-long-time.html' title='Its Been A Long Time'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-1872254663784913852</id><published>2008-11-28T14:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T14:03:04.652-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Say a Little Prayer: for Me</title><content type='html'>OK. It's been a couple days since I've posted and I'll tell you why:  I have a very huge french final exam starting tomorrow morning at 8:30 am (3.5 hours long) and the second part on Tuesday evening.  My priorities are in order, therefore new stuff will be up next week and I have some exciting news.  Until then, bon chance (to me and whoever else has finals coming up!)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bisous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-1872254663784913852?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/1872254663784913852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=1872254663784913852' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/1872254663784913852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/1872254663784913852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/11/say-little-prayer-for-me.html' title='Say a Little Prayer: for Me'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-2132052760001559257</id><published>2008-11-25T07:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T07:30:34.311-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day:</title><content type='html'>"You are a success when you have made friends with your past, are focused on the present, and are optimistic about your future"- from FB friend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-2132052760001559257?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/2132052760001559257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=2132052760001559257' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/2132052760001559257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/2132052760001559257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/11/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the Day:'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-1864015396026469724</id><published>2008-11-25T07:08:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T07:24:43.634-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some of My Favorite [Photos]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I always seem to stick some really great photos into a collage, just so they won't fill up the entire page, but today I decided to pick out some of my favorite pictures from Poland, Czech Republic and Paris (of course).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt; Look What God has Done [Prague, Czech Republic]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SSvsq2ZXKHI/AAAAAAAAAdE/blXXOfF7TMQ/s1600-h/DSC01200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SSvsq2ZXKHI/AAAAAAAAAdE/blXXOfF7TMQ/s400/DSC01200.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272568009667848306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                    Paris [up on the rooftop]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SSvsabaIFYI/AAAAAAAAAc8/I43cZYZpiaA/s1600-h/DSC01317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SSvsabaIFYI/AAAAAAAAAc8/I43cZYZpiaA/s400/DSC01317.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272567727545390466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                    Paris-November, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SSvsCoyIZHI/AAAAAAAAAc0/nnuSOzKqmV4/s1600-h/DSC01289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SSvsCoyIZHI/AAAAAAAAAc0/nnuSOzKqmV4/s400/DSC01289.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272567318818874482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                               Kneel and pray [Prague, Czech Republic]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SSvryjMnTsI/AAAAAAAAAcs/R7VR9eBRrjk/s1600-h/DSC01195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SSvryjMnTsI/AAAAAAAAAcs/R7VR9eBRrjk/s400/DSC01195.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272567042441432770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                    Bag Lady [Prague, Czech Republic]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SSvreCu1g3I/AAAAAAAAAck/uhJNW_qWRKM/s1600-h/DSC01126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SSvreCu1g3I/AAAAAAAAAck/uhJNW_qWRKM/s400/DSC01126.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272566690129216370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;        Road Trip [Krakow, Poland]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SSvrQojKlWI/AAAAAAAAAcc/edIc7giNtl8/s1600-h/DSC01074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 335px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SSvrQojKlWI/AAAAAAAAAcc/edIc7giNtl8/s400/DSC01074.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272566459762644322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;    I too had a Praying Grandmother [Krakow,Poland]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SSvrE-7xGUI/AAAAAAAAAcU/twMgwjEN0Kw/s1600-h/DSC01026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SSvrE-7xGUI/AAAAAAAAAcU/twMgwjEN0Kw/s400/DSC01026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272566259612981570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bisous,&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-1864015396026469724?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/1864015396026469724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=1864015396026469724' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/1864015396026469724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/1864015396026469724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/11/some-of-my-favorite-photos.html' title='Some of My Favorite [Photos]'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SSvsq2ZXKHI/AAAAAAAAAdE/blXXOfF7TMQ/s72-c/DSC01200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-2267735828386176594</id><published>2008-11-25T06:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T07:07:55.192-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Conversion: Roll, Snap and Go With the Flow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;                                    (Paris, The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Marais&lt;/span&gt;-November 22,2008)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SSvosjBK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAcM/giOf54eOlBc/s1600-h/n556391212_1544304_5421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SSvosjBK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAcM/giOf54eOlBc/s400/n556391212_1544304_5421.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272563640779331986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I must admit that I love taking pictures, never as a job, just as a hobby to keep memories forever.  Well, on an outing with one of my friends here in Paris, he pulled out a "throw away" camera and just kept snapping pictures of me.  The immediate reaction in my mind, "oh my, these pictures are going to be terrible, I can't even look at them before they are developed".  The luxury of snapping and reviewing with the digital camera has become second nature to many, but I think I have been converted.  After seeing these pictures, the vintage-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;esque&lt;/span&gt; quality of the images, I fell in love and quite liberated from the digital camera technology.  So I thought to share this with everyone, maybe I can stop you from making the next big digital camera purchase (at least try it, they're only like 5 dollars).  Don't be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; to pull out that throw away camera, because I know I won't be!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bisous&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-2267735828386176594?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/2267735828386176594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=2267735828386176594' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/2267735828386176594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/2267735828386176594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/11/conversion-roll-snap-and-go-with-flow.html' title='The Conversion: Roll, Snap and Go With the Flow'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SSvosjBK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAcM/giOf54eOlBc/s72-c/n556391212_1544304_5421.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-2261701558606765257</id><published>2008-11-25T06:28:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T06:59:00.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have Patrick: From Petit Palais</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SSvhv3whOvI/AAAAAAAAAbk/tIZYTpvqKJY/s400/DSC01279_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272556001304853234" /&gt;"I have Patrick!"- the infamous line from The Devil Wears &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Prada&lt;/span&gt;, where I'm quite sure much of the world began to familiarize themselves with Patrick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Demarchelier&lt;/span&gt;.  A world &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;renowned&lt;/span&gt; fashion photographer, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Demarchelier&lt;/span&gt; exhibited some of his best work at Paris' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Petit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Palais&lt;/span&gt;.  Upon entering the museum I knew that this would be an awesome experience, especially when the woman at the ticket counter said "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;c'est&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;gratuit&lt;/span&gt;" and gave us our tickets.  The first thing that I noticed was his ability to capture &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;someones&lt;/span&gt; personality, capturing it and giving it to the public, straight with no chaser (for lack of a better term).  We were given a glimpse of the real, Nicole Kidman, Meg Ryan, Dustin Hoffman, Al Pacino, Michelle Phifer and many more.   One photograph that will forever remain in my mind is the following photograph of one of the most amazing women that ever walked the face of this earth.  This is the true essence of who this woman was and will forever be remembered as.   Do you know who she is??  Guess in the comment section and I'll tell you tomorrow.&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SSvkCLgHu4I/AAAAAAAAAcE/FO3xMZG_JFs/s400/DSC01288.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272558514865683330" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SSvijVgeNhI/AAAAAAAAAb8/FKIheYiK7lo/s1600-h/DSC01284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SSvijVgeNhI/AAAAAAAAAb8/FKIheYiK7lo/s400/DSC01284.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272556885463938578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Another amazing aspect of this photo exhibition was the juxtaposition of old and new, mixing works from early french 19th century painters such as Courbet and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Morot&lt;/span&gt; with the photography of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Demarchelier&lt;/span&gt;.  This is a true example of working in your gift, going after your dreams and doing things your own way.  This is what happens when you let nothing stop you from attaining your dreams; your work ends up in one of the most amazing museums in Paris (or you end up in Paris, looking at the amazing talents and dreams manifested by another dream-catcher, like me)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SSviPy9bSqI/AAAAAAAAAb0/d_Y0qmGZfWw/s1600-h/DSC01282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SSviPy9bSqI/AAAAAAAAAb0/d_Y0qmGZfWw/s400/DSC01282.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272556549772626594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SSviALtq4LI/AAAAAAAAAbs/_IrEVg4UrKs/s1600-h/DSC01280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SSviALtq4LI/AAAAAAAAAbs/_IrEVg4UrKs/s400/DSC01280.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272556281539518642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;bisous&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-2261701558606765257?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/2261701558606765257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=2261701558606765257' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/2261701558606765257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/2261701558606765257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-have-patrick-from-petit-palais.html' title='I Have Patrick: From Petit Palais'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SSvhv3whOvI/AAAAAAAAAbk/tIZYTpvqKJY/s72-c/DSC01279_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-5802597823470992584</id><published>2008-11-23T15:25:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T14:07:07.699-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And Then There Was Prague.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SSm9eVyBjcI/AAAAAAAAAbU/DsjGWXZ6pv4/s1600-h/DSC01210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SSm9eVyBjcI/AAAAAAAAAbU/DsjGWXZ6pv4/s400/DSC01210.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271953167754563010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another work of [graffiti] art, professing love for one's city.  I must admit that the feeling was mutual, I too [grew to] love Prague.  After an 8 hour overnight train ride in which we were cautioned to "keep your door locked and put your money under you", I couldn't feel anything but love when we put our feet on solid ground and still had all of our belongings :).  Happily, we didn't encounter any initial shock upon arriving in Prague, our first task was to sleep [train beds are the size of a matchbox and are made of wood, eeks!].  Unfortunately, we were unable to accomplish that task because we couldn't check into our room until 2 pm [we arrived at 730 am].  So, in true zombie-esque form we made our way through the city streets, up to the Charles Bridge [another UNESCO world heritage site] around to a couple vintage stores, sat down to a meal and finally made it to 2 pm.                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                      Castle &amp;amp; Charles Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SSm8hhbW6DI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Meoi2_a7THw/s400/p1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271952122908698674" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goulash and Strudel (yummm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SSm9Iz-1qCI/AAAAAAAAAbM/oZ76xG9AaGE/s1600-h/p4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SSm9Iz-1qCI/AAAAAAAAAbM/oZ76xG9AaGE/s400/p4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271952797904250914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prague was [hands down] more intriguing than Poland, although they both had special qualities that made them unique, Prague is more my style.  The architecture, amazing, the food, much better than Poland, the people, equally as interesting and the vintage shopping, not too shabby ;). &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SSm8t79dKDI/AAAAAAAAAbE/UVcCz0k5utQ/s1600-h/p3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SSm8t79dKDI/AAAAAAAAAbE/UVcCz0k5utQ/s400/p3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271952336189466674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SSm8n6MPQTI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Uk0EH4KZDjw/s1600-h/p2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SSm8n6MPQTI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Uk0EH4KZDjw/s400/p2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271952232635384114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh yes, the best part about Prague, they don't use Euros, so everything is scary cheap!! I loved it, when you have the time go and visit, it's superb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bisous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-5802597823470992584?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/5802597823470992584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=5802597823470992584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/5802597823470992584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/5802597823470992584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/11/then-there-was-prague.html' title='And Then There Was Prague.'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SSm9eVyBjcI/AAAAAAAAAbU/DsjGWXZ6pv4/s72-c/DSC01210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-976963615847638994</id><published>2008-11-21T10:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T10:13:21.035-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sincerely, Pauline</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reflect. assess. plan. strategize. attack. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;steps to following and achieving your dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yea, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never say never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-976963615847638994?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/976963615847638994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=976963615847638994' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/976963615847638994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/976963615847638994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/11/sincerely-pauline.html' title='Sincerely, Pauline'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-4662045133184597874</id><published>2008-11-20T21:09:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T22:04:23.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pause for Paris: For the LV in Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know that I need to continue sharing my experiences in Eastern Europe, but since I'm back in Paris, I can't neglect to tell you what's been going on!  Well, first off one of my good friends Jesse left Paris yesterday, c'est triste!  But I know I will see her again on some other continent! Before she left we got to explore some wonderful exhibitions together, Patrick Demarchelier's exhibit at le Petit Palais and l'espace Louis Vuitton at the top of the Louis Vuitton store on the Champs-Elysees.  These were some AMAZING (strong emphasis on amazing) exhibitions, it just made me fall in love with art even more, thus justifying even further, my love for la mode (fashion).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(me, below)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SSYYwC1rQHI/AAAAAAAAAaE/LSHIRM_q6es/s400/DSC01305.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270927627558535282" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SSYg9q8KJCI/AAAAAAAAAak/Ev8ERJtKALk/s400/DSC01302.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270936657754465314" /&gt;The exhibition at l'espace Louis Vuitton was focused on young Korean artists, entitled "Metamorphoses".  Filled with various art forms such as paintings and sculptures, to a missile with a mini city on top of it and dancing figures of North Korean and South Korean soldiers (they were positioned in a way so that they could never actually link up, representing the current tension between the Northern and Southern part of the country)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                      (how to become a rock [in Korean])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SSYhYQwnaxI/AAAAAAAAAas/25YkFQluRZk/s1600-h/DSC01320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SSYhYQwnaxI/AAAAAAAAAas/25YkFQluRZk/s400/DSC01320.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270937114583198482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                     (A view from the top of Louis Vuitton)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SSYgq1Xw-pI/AAAAAAAAAac/QVrOLalJBHs/s400/DSC01317.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270936334137096850" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;to be continued :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bisous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-4662045133184597874?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/4662045133184597874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=4662045133184597874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/4662045133184597874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/4662045133184597874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/11/pause-for-paris-for-lv-in-me.html' title='A Pause for Paris: For the LV in Me'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SSYYwC1rQHI/AAAAAAAAAaE/LSHIRM_q6es/s72-c/DSC01305.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-5088042894874344135</id><published>2008-11-20T16:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T17:36:49.215-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought Provoking: Auschwitz &amp; Auschwitz Birkenau</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SSXUwZvAG7I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/swLWJBzaowk/s1600-h/DSC00995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SSXUwZvAG7I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/swLWJBzaowk/s400/DSC00995.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270852866913868722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While in Poland, I had the opportunity to visit two concentration camps from WWII, Auschwitz and Auschwitz-Birkenau, located about an hour outside of Krakow. Making it a priority to learn some history first hand, visiting these two camps was a combination of emotions from shocking to saddening to very thought provoking.  While my pictures couldn't possibly count for being there, I still want to share them with you.  More will be up soon, blogger is acting up. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To learn more about these camps, visit: &lt;a href="http://www.auschwitz.org.pl/"&gt;http://www.auschwitz.org.pl/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Book Reference: Elie Wiesel "Night"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Movie Reference: Schindlers List&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Jennifer Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-5088042894874344135?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/5088042894874344135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=5088042894874344135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/5088042894874344135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/5088042894874344135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/11/thought-provoking-auschwitz-auschwitz.html' title='Thought Provoking: Auschwitz &amp; Auschwitz Birkenau'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SSXUwZvAG7I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/swLWJBzaowk/s72-c/DSC00995.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-5958931339131507993</id><published>2008-11-20T03:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T21:43:35.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Black Girl in Prague</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SSYf5fEP6oI/AAAAAAAAAaM/Jlj96I81zxg/s400/DSC01180.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270935486336068226" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SSYgStZsM3I/AAAAAAAAAaU/b7YDeGs6idQ/s1600-h/DSC01220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SSYgStZsM3I/AAAAAAAAAaU/b7YDeGs6idQ/s400/DSC01220.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270935919680828274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prague post on Monday!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bisous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-5958931339131507993?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/5958931339131507993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=5958931339131507993' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/5958931339131507993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/5958931339131507993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/11/black-girl-in-prague.html' title='A Black Girl in Prague'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SSYf5fEP6oI/AAAAAAAAAaM/Jlj96I81zxg/s72-c/DSC01180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-2490578992269785476</id><published>2008-11-20T03:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T18:30:46.382-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Words to Live by</title><content type='html'>"Maybe . . you should do something nice for someone every single day, even if&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is simply to leave them alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe . giving someone all your love is never an assurance that they will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you back. Don't expect love in return; just wait for it to grow in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their heart; but, if it doesn't, be content that it grew in yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe . . . happiness waits for all those who cry, all those who hurt, all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those who have searched, and all those who have tried, for only they can appreciate &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the importance of all the people who have touched their lives."-anon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bisous,&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-2490578992269785476?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/2490578992269785476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=2490578992269785476' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/2490578992269785476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/2490578992269785476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/11/words-to-live-by.html' title='Words to Live by'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-9159227081656412722</id><published>2008-11-16T18:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T05:59:07.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poland [street music]</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-febb17458a96a855" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfebb17458a96a855%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330293687%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1C4D83346242A479A642AF86DEDF67CA6724C21E.F248D42ED4951B521DEEAC468875C1CB118AC8F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfebb17458a96a855%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYvF9kQjzMH2QFckUSCAlUFFYAl0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this, he was so into it and was playing on the street.  I reminisced on my violin days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Krakow, Poland on Glowska st.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bisous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/11/poland-street-music.html' title='Poland [street music]'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-8397147082431518396</id><published>2008-11-16T17:24:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T05:57:53.474-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Black Girl in.... Poland?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;    Writings on the Wall [Krakow in Polish]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 332px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SSFKvTv4_FI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Pg0-dHK5Poo/s400/DSC01075.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269575215615638610" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you put one random mind with another random mind, you get one random situation.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For example, some random day in October one of my roommates said, “let’s go to Poland” my response: YES, lets go! without any hesitation or contemplation on the fact that Poland just sounnnnnds boring [in my most dramatic voice].  Not only did I say YES, quite enthusiastically I might add, I said (in all of my randomness) lets take an overnight train to Prague (Czech Republic) too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SSFHnV063sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/8TL82eHryo8/s400/k4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269571780199767746" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;side note&lt;/span&gt;: I must say that I love the whole “2 for 1” idea, you know "buy one get one free" or "buy one get one half off".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2nd sidenote&lt;/span&gt;: This only pertains to food. traveling.concert tickets. etc. not clothes.shoes. or handbags(if you can buy these things at such a deal, are they really gonna last? i. think. not).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I figured, why not go to two countries in one trip, because when will I ever be back in Poland? (Prague maybe, but Poland. I don’t see it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, after each random thought was meshed together we each bought a one way ticket to Krakow, Poland (after a bit of research, I realized that the train ticket from Poland to the Czech Republic had to be purchased in Poland).  Weeks passed before we actually began to somewhat plan our trip, we only knew of 2 things to do in Krakow, go to Auschwitz  (former concentration camp during the Holocost) about 1 hour outside of Krakow and the Wieliczka salt mines (which I actually didn't go to, but I heard was great).   Prague?  I'll discuss that later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SSCmu5NpqlI/AAAAAAAAAY0/1_FcyQRP6gY/s400/k1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269394888585751122" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fast forward 3 weeks, myself, 2 of my roommates and one of my favorite people [Jesse] step off the plane in Krakow, Poland.  The first words that came out of our mouth, “what are we doing in Poland?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SSFM1RUhJdI/AAAAAAAAAZs/WHMtn3pUBEA/s400/DSC01036.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269577517066429906" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As our minds finally wrapped around the thought that we were actually in Poland, excitement and wonder commenced as we began our journey through the streets of  Krakow.  Dark at 4:30 pm when  we arrived, that didn't stop us from our first adventure: polish food.  Our hostel told us about a traditional polish restaurant and of course we ended up there, 4 loud Americans ready to try something new.  We learned at that dinner, some polish people do not speak when they go out to eat, we were literally the only ones talking (that was strange, they took "not talking with your mouth full" to a whole different level).  Anyways, this was our food (it was more appetizing than it looks): Pierogi, Croquette, Saurkraut w/sausage and a fried pancake with ham, cheese and leeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SSCiLvaWXaI/AAAAAAAAAYs/f5h7YjZtfUQ/s400/DSC00886.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269389886612725154" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After we ate, our journey really began and eastern Europe didn't seem quite so foreign anymore, we got used to the silence in some places and they actually smile in Poland.  Also, they are very spiritual here, there were churches everywhere, we went into one church that was only for praying and it was full of people (post on that soon).  We learned four key phrases that were imperative to know, hello (Dzień dobry), thank you (Proszę), how much does this cost (ile to Kosztuje) and cheers(Na zdrowie!).  Naturally, when we said the aforementioned words in Polish, they spoke back to us in Polish resulting in a state of confusion, making me wish they spoke French.  In the end, Poland was better than I thought, although I'm quite sure I won't be going back, I will say that I do not regret "going to Poland once in my lifetime".  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SSFNrrz3QhI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/kRyZ1n8hqWU/s400/DSC01010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269578451890160146" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From the food, to vintage camera shopping to Auschwitz, speaking broken 4 word polish, wandering around the jewish quarter and just seeing this part of eastern Europe was amazing.  To be on the grounds of Auschwitz and Auschwitz-Birkenau first hand was possibly the single most thought provoking experience that I've ever encountered in my life.  It is one thing to read about something in a book or watch it on tv, but it is another to actually be there, see it and feel it.  These first couple of posts are going to be on the city of Krakow and then I will take you on my journey into Auschwitz and Auchwitz-Birkenau.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Old Lady [friends]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SSFEGsAz-zI/AAAAAAAAAZU/5IY9frG5BtQ/s1600-h/DSC00917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SSFEGsAz-zI/AAAAAAAAAZU/5IY9frG5BtQ/s400/DSC00917.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269567920684661554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;        I went [to church]&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SSFDtXnYnbI/AAAAAAAAAZM/hlIwdTjoMMs/s1600-h/k3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SSFDtXnYnbI/AAAAAAAAAZM/hlIwdTjoMMs/s400/k3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269567485712571826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;    Old Town [grand square, Krakow] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SSFDnHsvQNI/AAAAAAAAAZE/0Vx7_M1RF-M/s1600-h/k2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SSFDnHsvQNI/AAAAAAAAAZE/0Vx7_M1RF-M/s400/k2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269567378360844498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;bisous,&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-8397147082431518396?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/8397147082431518396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=8397147082431518396' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/8397147082431518396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/8397147082431518396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/11/black-girl-in-poland.html' title='A Black Girl in.... Poland?'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SSFKvTv4_FI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Pg0-dHK5Poo/s72-c/DSC01075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-5454253465618815235</id><published>2008-11-14T09:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T09:20:31.257-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Black Girl in Poland and Czech Republic: Coming Soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SR2IZ80NEGI/AAAAAAAAAYk/C2IRd_m9pIw/s1600-h/DSC00922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SR2IZ80NEGI/AAAAAAAAAYk/C2IRd_m9pIw/s400/DSC00922.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268517118496542818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-5454253465618815235?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/5454253465618815235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=5454253465618815235' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/5454253465618815235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/5454253465618815235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/11/black-girl-in-poland-and-czech-republic.html' title='A Black Girl in Poland and Czech Republic: Coming Soon'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SR2IZ80NEGI/AAAAAAAAAYk/C2IRd_m9pIw/s72-c/DSC00922.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-7715558815173109533</id><published>2008-11-07T20:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T20:47:47.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Time</title><content type='html'>I'll be in Poland and the Czech Republic for the next 5 days.  I promise pictures will be posted. This week, I had to devote it to my new president and his family, because lets admit it, they're beyond amazing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bisous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-7715558815173109533?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/7715558815173109533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=7715558815173109533' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/7715558815173109533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/7715558815173109533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/11/vacation-time.html' title='Vacation Time'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-1882602514267906088</id><published>2008-11-06T10:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T10:59:37.922-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Obsession: The New First Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SRMTzi56VNI/AAAAAAAAAYc/R-ZrbsJnWto/s1600-h/slide_618_12689_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SRMTzi56VNI/AAAAAAAAAYc/R-ZrbsJnWto/s400/slide_618_12689_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265574165590201554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1,2,3: OBAMA's&lt;div&gt;Barack, Sasha,Malia, Michelle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Proud to be American,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-1882602514267906088?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/1882602514267906088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=1882602514267906088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/1882602514267906088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/1882602514267906088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-new-obsession-americas-first-family.html' title='My New Obsession: The New First Family'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SRMTzi56VNI/AAAAAAAAAYc/R-ZrbsJnWto/s72-c/slide_618_12689_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-3829258199842333706</id><published>2008-11-05T01:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T01:33:38.474-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes We Can</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SRE9Z1-1RpI/AAAAAAAAAYU/dakSdqvvqJs/s1600-h/t1wide.obama.biden.ap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 173px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SRE9Z1-1RpI/AAAAAAAAAYU/dakSdqvvqJs/s400/t1wide.obama.biden.ap.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265056953569461906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Only for Obama would I stay up to watch his victory in the states, its 7 am here in Paris and I just got back home.  He won.  I have faith and just as I said yesterday, "The day my President wins".  The change begins, now.  Thank you America, I can now look forward to coming home with a smile on my face for new beginnings.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes, yes, yes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-3829258199842333706?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/3829258199842333706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=3829258199842333706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/3829258199842333706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/3829258199842333706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/11/yes-we-can.html' title='Yes We Can'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SRE9Z1-1RpI/AAAAAAAAAYU/dakSdqvvqJs/s72-c/t1wide.obama.biden.ap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-4605850565390887382</id><published>2008-11-04T06:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T06:04:12.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the day: My President (Obama) Wins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SRAr9FwIlaI/AAAAAAAAAYM/3eJiWzxnRPU/s1600-h/obama-barack-michelle-kids-girls-family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 338px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SRAr9FwIlaI/AAAAAAAAAYM/3eJiWzxnRPU/s400/obama-barack-michelle-kids-girls-family.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264756292912190882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day and this man is all that matters to me right now.  Vote for what matters.  I know America has a heart.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;signed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-4605850565390887382?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/4605850565390887382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=4605850565390887382' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/4605850565390887382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/4605850565390887382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-day-my-president-obama-wins.html' title='This is the day: My President (Obama) Wins'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SRAr9FwIlaI/AAAAAAAAAYM/3eJiWzxnRPU/s72-c/obama-barack-michelle-kids-girls-family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-7902131487102685408</id><published>2008-11-03T08:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T08:30:35.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Ode to New York: Je t'aime</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oOx3mbD_ChY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oOx3mbD_ChY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For 2 summers I lived, worked and played in one of the greatest places on earth.  While I love Paris with all of my heart and it will always be my number one love, New York is definitely my 1.5 (I couldnt bare to put it in the number 2 slot).  I always said that New York and I had a love/hate relationship, the city nurtured me, beat me up, loved me and cared for me all at the same time (quite a dysfunctional relationship I know).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The same directors who brought the world "Paris Je t'aime", took their love to New York in the film "New York I Love You".  I can't wait to see this sometime next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C'est vrais, je t'aime Paris peu un plus, mais je t'aime New York aussi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bisous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-7902131487102685408?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/7902131487102685408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=7902131487102685408' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/7902131487102685408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/7902131487102685408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/11/ode-to-new-york-je-taime.html' title='An Ode to New York: Je t&apos;aime'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-4527130034103603048</id><published>2008-10-31T07:40:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T08:07:25.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Over 1,000 Words Only 1 Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SQrvtR1qLLI/AAAAAAAAAYE/b8NMOFHpF4g/s1600-h/DSC00767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SQrvtR1qLLI/AAAAAAAAAYE/b8NMOFHpF4g/s400/DSC00767.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263282675697462450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I left &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Palais&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; Tokyo, I stopped in their bookstore and perused through some magazines and photography books.  As I went through a Richard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Avedon&lt;/span&gt; book, I came across this photo with the caption "William &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Casby&lt;/span&gt;, Born in Slavery, Algiers, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Louisiana&lt;/span&gt;, March 24, 1963".  I instantly stopped turning the pages, the room was no longer full of motion and I focused my entire existence on this picture, his eyes grabbed my attention, so full of sorrow, pain, hope, struggle, strength, faith and the list could continue.  He reminded me of my grandfather, a look of quiet strength, only seen through a persons eyes.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Avedon&lt;/span&gt; captured the essence and the story of this man through this simple picture.  This man did what he had to do, so we could do what we want to do, please Vote.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bisous&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-4527130034103603048?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/4527130034103603048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=4527130034103603048' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/4527130034103603048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/4527130034103603048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/10/over-1000-words-only-1-picture.html' title='Over 1,000 Words Only 1 Picture'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SQrvtR1qLLI/AAAAAAAAAYE/b8NMOFHpF4g/s72-c/DSC00767.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-1783031112517824811</id><published>2008-10-31T07:30:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T07:57:59.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Palais de Tokyo: From One Revolution to Another</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SQrutiDppxI/AAAAAAAAAX8/UQiGrthG9I8/s1600-h/DSC00747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SQrutiDppxI/AAAAAAAAAX8/UQiGrthG9I8/s400/DSC00747.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263281580539488018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                      The picture above was drawn by a prisoner, the title is "Closed Visits".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SQrudUARojI/AAAAAAAAAX0/A6F0ly7ilZM/s1600-h/ws1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SQrudUARojI/AAAAAAAAAX0/A6F0ly7ilZM/s400/ws1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263281301889327666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                   More of William Scott's "Good Person" I love the color usage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SQruX8C7uUI/AAAAAAAAAXs/hQnzwjBzx-o/s1600-h/ws2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SQruX8C7uUI/AAAAAAAAAXs/hQnzwjBzx-o/s400/ws2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263281209558677826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bisous,&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-1783031112517824811?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/1783031112517824811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=1783031112517824811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/1783031112517824811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/1783031112517824811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/10/more-palais-de-tokyo-from-one.html' title='More Palais de Tokyo: From One Revolution to Another'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SQrutiDppxI/AAAAAAAAAX8/UQiGrthG9I8/s72-c/DSC00747.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-8762975316012388941</id><published>2008-10-31T07:17:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T08:07:10.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seen 1: I'm So Dirrty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This week  I was officially a Dirrty Girl.  I accompanied my friend Ali (editor-in-chief of DirrtyGlam) to a photo-shoot for their December issue.  I don't wanna give away info on the upcoming issue, but I did snap a few backstage pics.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SQrsIrA1kYI/AAAAAAAAAXU/cPYHn5nkSTw/s400/dg2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263278748265189762" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SQrsNNW4NHI/AAAAAAAAAXc/nyJMBMeJufo/s400/dg3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263278826203919474" /&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SQrr8BWvl_I/AAAAAAAAAXE/rcXqjwYiiBo/s400/dg1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263278530924353522" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SQrsSNjkmJI/AAAAAAAAAXk/JFLeZ_9i4CE/s1600-h/dg4.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SQrsSNjkmJI/AAAAAAAAAXk/JFLeZ_9i4CE/s400/dg4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263278912156506258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Be dirrty with me at www.dirrtyglam.com, Kanye is being interviewed in the current issue.  If you don't know french, just google the words ;).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bisous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-8762975316012388941?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/8762975316012388941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=8762975316012388941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/8762975316012388941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/8762975316012388941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/10/seen-1-im-so-dirrty.html' title='Seen 1: I&apos;m So Dirrty'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SQrsIrA1kYI/AAAAAAAAAXU/cPYHn5nkSTw/s72-c/dg2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-3402226239454102298</id><published>2008-10-30T11:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T11:13:05.622-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Words to Live by Pt. 3</title><content type='html'>"Never allow anyone to rain on your parade and thus cast a pall of gloom and defeat on the entire day. Remember that no talent, no self-denial, no brains, no character, are required to set up in the fault-finding business. Nothing external can have any power over you unless you permit it. Your time is too precious to be sacrificed in wasted days combating the menial forces of hate, jealously, and envy. Guard your fragile life carefully. Only God can shape a flower, but any foolish child can pull it to pieces."&lt;br /&gt;-Og Mandino&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-3402226239454102298?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/3402226239454102298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=3402226239454102298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/3402226239454102298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/3402226239454102298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/10/words-to-live-by-pt-3.html' title='Words to Live by Pt. 3'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-1308706714409951722</id><published>2008-10-30T11:10:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T10:02:25.491-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Preview: Palais de Tokyo</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SQnPMUnjD8I/AAAAAAAAAW0/2_Au-VZ5f9w/s400/pdt.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262965450159099842" /&gt;Palais de Tokyo (one of my must sees in Paris).  Currently the exhibitions at PdT are collectively entitled "From One Revolution to Another" or "D'une Révolution à l'Otre".  It was here that I learned about an artist by the name of William Scott and his exhibit "A Good Person".  An artist from Oakland,California (who has also been diagnosed with Schizophrenia and Autism) I enjoyed venturing into his world.  I'm late for class but more when I get back!&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SQnQI4LE6iI/AAAAAAAAAW8/dDyufPqtoDo/s400/DSC00740.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262966490495511074" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;bisous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-1308706714409951722?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/1308706714409951722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=1308706714409951722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/1308706714409951722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/1308706714409951722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/10/preview-palais-de-tokyo.html' title='Preview: Palais de Tokyo'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SQnPMUnjD8I/AAAAAAAAAW0/2_Au-VZ5f9w/s72-c/pdt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-4063502047987905419</id><published>2008-10-29T16:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T16:32:44.377-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1.5 days in Paris</title><content type='html'>I'm slacking on my blogging, I know (so sad).  I've been consumed by this thing called "life" but I'm updating as quickly as I can.  This past weekend was quite busy, a friend visited from the states (her first time in Paris) and I took her so many places in 1.5 days.  So, I thought hmm, I should do a post on the must sees in Paris.  Here is my opinion of what must be seen (which include all the places I took my friend)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Champs-Elysees (Louis Vuitton Espace, inside the Louis Vuitton flagship store)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Palais de Tokyo (if you're feeling eccentric and artsy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;la tour eiffel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sacre Coeur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Montparnasse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bastille&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;les jardins de Tuileries (anytime of the year)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pigalle (beware, lolol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;le Louvre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Opéra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;le Marais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;le centre pompidou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;grand Palais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;petit Palais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Musée d'Orsay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be adding more to this list, this should keep you busy in Paris for a while though. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bisous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-4063502047987905419?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/4063502047987905419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=4063502047987905419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/4063502047987905419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/4063502047987905419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/10/15-days-in-paris.html' title='1.5 days in Paris'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-3443446556815610015</id><published>2008-10-29T16:04:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T11:09:25.349-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama is Back: In Paris</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SQnNeczxTVI/AAAAAAAAAWs/sYuRgxQlzI8/s1600-h/DSC00706.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SQnNeczxTVI/AAAAAAAAAWs/sYuRgxQlzI8/s400/DSC00706.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262963562572238162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spotted walking near Montparnasse.  I love this.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bisous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-3443446556815610015?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/3443446556815610015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SQnNeczxTVI/AAAAAAAAAWs/sYuRgxQlzI8/s72-c/DSC00706.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-2612034910776874229</id><published>2008-10-29T15:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T16:04:15.278-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A View From the Top (Sacre Coeur)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SQjBpg-MZwI/AAAAAAAAAWk/zGBsMoJ8RkY/s1600-h/DSC00695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SQjBpg-MZwI/AAAAAAAAAWk/zGBsMoJ8RkY/s400/DSC00695.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262669083552016130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SQjBJkPf7cI/AAAAAAAAAWc/KLr9_pRrXtY/s1600-h/DSC00694.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SQjBJkPf7cI/AAAAAAAAAWc/KLr9_pRrXtY/s400/DSC00694.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262668534674091458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I finally went to the Sacre Coeur during the day and the view of Paris was amazing.  enjoy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bisous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-2612034910776874229?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SQjBpg-MZwI/AAAAAAAAAWk/zGBsMoJ8RkY/s72-c/DSC00695.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-3432200295887625153</id><published>2008-10-22T07:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T08:04:25.764-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirrtyglam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SP8VlOoqIEI/AAAAAAAAAWU/cxwVbyeQedY/s1600-h/DSC00279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SP8VlOoqIEI/AAAAAAAAAWU/cxwVbyeQedY/s400/DSC00279.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259946619120001090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                 www.dirrtyglam.com  &lt;div&gt;                                                                    (c'est en Français)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bisous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-3432200295887625153?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/3432200295887625153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=3432200295887625153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-107592934560735202</id><published>2008-10-22T07:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T07:49:21.808-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day:</title><content type='html'>“God gave us the gift of life; it is up to us to give ourselves the gift of living well.”-Voltaire&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-107592934560735202?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/107592934560735202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=107592934560735202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/107592934560735202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/107592934560735202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/10/quote-of-day_22.html' title='Quote of the Day:'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-3298980162040983905</id><published>2008-10-22T06:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T07:40:22.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jazz in Paris: The Kandinsky Effect</title><content 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src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc039e4216f116998%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330293688%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5EC099B03B75EF3DD9880B90C7875737051C2F47.3D2D99819A54DFF1E1A74BC75AB222F218BD2DEC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc039e4216f116998%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUgnKOdgXP5Au81LN8eNCQDwy2SQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Friday was pretty random, the night before I left for the countryside with my school, a friend invited myself and my roommate to listen to her friends jazz band.  After thai food in Bastille, we hopped on the train and headed over the St. Germain, down into the basement of a bar to hear The Kandinsky Effect.  The event was a collision of music and photography, some photos were from my friend Jesse, along with students from the &lt;a href="http://www.ensba.fr/English/index.asp"&gt;Ecole Nationale Superiure Des Beaux-Arts&lt;/a&gt; (great art school here in Pars, click the link).  I was able to capture some of their performance on video, peep Obama "hope" in the background.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paris, Je T'aime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bisous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-3298980162040983905?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c039e4216f116998&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/3298980162040983905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=3298980162040983905' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/3298980162040983905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/3298980162040983905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/10/jazz-in-paris-kandinsky-effect.html' title='Jazz in Paris: The Kandinsky Effect'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-1458204376140832270</id><published>2008-10-21T19:14:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T19:30:29.991-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness: P.T Roundtable Discussion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;andre&lt;/span&gt;: Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;Omg pointed toe boots.&lt;br /&gt;Plz.Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: ohhhhhh take the wheel&lt;br /&gt; take the wheel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;andre&lt;/span&gt;: LOLOL.&lt;br /&gt; I can't deal.&lt;br /&gt; There's nothing like a reeeeeally tall blk boot, pointy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: lolol!!!&lt;br /&gt; I know right, sickening...literally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;andre&lt;/span&gt;: Like - regurgitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: pointed toe shoes are like shoe vomit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;andre&lt;/span&gt;: LOLOL! They're rude too!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: right&lt;br /&gt;foot takin up the whole aisle cuz the point is so damn long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;andre&lt;/span&gt;: I wanna look a bitch in the eye &amp;amp; say - HOW DaRE U?!?!&lt;br /&gt; Foolisha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: lolol!!!&lt;br /&gt; I should post this convo&lt;br /&gt; but then I guess people would talk about me some more....&lt;br /&gt;but someone once said...the only thing worse than people talking about you, is people not talking about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;andre&lt;/span&gt;: LOL. right.&lt;br /&gt; so post away - hell!&lt;br /&gt; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bisous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No offense to the owners of pointed toe shoes or boots, especially if they happen to be Balenciaga.  These are just our feelings about obnoxiously long pointy's today, mostly because they were in the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-1458204376140832270?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/1458204376140832270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=1458204376140832270' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/1458204376140832270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/1458204376140832270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/10/randomness-pt-roundtable-discussion.html' title='Randomness: P.T Roundtable Discussion'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-6082467257826245399</id><published>2008-10-21T18:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T19:36:32.082-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If Its Fashion You Want, Its Fashion You Get</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SP5mWaOIWNI/AAAAAAAAAWM/BVtmQDaQ9WE/s1600-h/01m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SP5mWaOIWNI/AAAAAAAAAWM/BVtmQDaQ9WE/s400/01m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259753949997062354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who?&lt;/span&gt; Daphne Guinness &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What?&lt;/span&gt; Nicky Haslam's birthday celebration&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where?&lt;/span&gt; London&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why did I post this?&lt;/span&gt;  Only because this is the sickest necklace, headpiece, earrings and pose that make me want to live in her shadow forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Source?&lt;/span&gt; style.com (of course)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bisous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-6082467257826245399?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/6082467257826245399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=6082467257826245399' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/6082467257826245399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/6082467257826245399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/10/if-its-fashion-you-want-its-fashion-you.html' title='If Its Fashion You Want, Its Fashion You Get'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SP5mWaOIWNI/AAAAAAAAAWM/BVtmQDaQ9WE/s72-c/01m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-2636258497260677771</id><published>2008-10-21T09:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T09:06:38.732-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day:</title><content type='html'>"We either make ourselves happy or miserable-The amount of work is the same"- anon. (courtesy of MP facebook)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-2636258497260677771?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/2636258497260677771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=2636258497260677771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/2636258497260677771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/2636258497260677771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/10/quote-of-day_21.html' title='Quote of the Day:'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-5062426428591033346</id><published>2008-10-21T05:18:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T05:52:41.557-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning of the Unknown Journey: Paris in Black and White (with a hint of color)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;These are just a few of the photos I've been taking.  I'll be posting a lot more, just wanted to give a sample.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first image is behind the Centre Pompidou,second is an upcoming exhibit, third is the steps to the Lamarck metro, and the fourth was taken at royal square.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SP2kO1n5x5I/AAAAAAAAAWE/SzPxvZRzuA4/s1600-h/DSC00468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SP2kO1n5x5I/AAAAAAAAAWE/SzPxvZRzuA4/s400/DSC00468.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259540514658174866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SP2j-x3r5UI/AAAAAAAAAV8/N_y58z4kcRk/s1600-h/DSC00467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SP2j-x3r5UI/AAAAAAAAAV8/N_y58z4kcRk/s400/DSC00467.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259540238772725058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SP2gb-kUeaI/AAAAAAAAAV0/t3E1ZKUGj84/s1600-h/DSC00449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SP2gb-kUeaI/AAAAAAAAAV0/t3E1ZKUGj84/s400/DSC00449.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259536342350854562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SP2e4oq7bZI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ZVlVy6QuTu4/s1600-h/DSC00462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SP2e4oq7bZI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ZVlVy6QuTu4/s400/DSC00462.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259534635665943954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                            &lt;div&gt;bisous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-5062426428591033346?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/5062426428591033346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=5062426428591033346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/5062426428591033346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/5062426428591033346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/10/beginning-of-unknown-journey-paris-in.html' title='The Beginning of the Unknown Journey: Paris in Black and White (with a hint of color)'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SP2kO1n5x5I/AAAAAAAAAWE/SzPxvZRzuA4/s72-c/DSC00468.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-2721882681005053504</id><published>2008-10-20T05:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T05:17:46.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Week: The Loire Valley/Biking Through Paris/ It's Fall in Paris!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SP2eF-2OtLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/ubxFdiJKzQE/s1600-h/DSC00536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SP2eF-2OtLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/ubxFdiJKzQE/s400/DSC00536.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259533765445596338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SP2d1SocITI/AAAAAAAAAVc/WJ2-1lwwydg/s1600-h/DSC00532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SP2d1SocITI/AAAAAAAAAVc/WJ2-1lwwydg/s400/DSC00532.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259533478698688818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SPxU6X2TT6I/AAAAAAAAAVU/8cAEzg2aEbY/s1600-h/DSC00570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SPxU6X2TT6I/AAAAAAAAAVU/8cAEzg2aEbY/s400/DSC00570.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259171826672816034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So these past four days have been so amazing, I took a bike ride through the city of Paris, which was wonderful (ignore my regret post, it was my sleep talking) Fall has officially begun and I also took a trip to the Loire Valley of France.  More to come this week!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bisous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-2721882681005053504?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/2721882681005053504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=2721882681005053504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/2721882681005053504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/2721882681005053504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-week-loire-valleybiking-through.html' title='This Week: The Loire Valley/Biking Through Paris/ It&apos;s Fall in Paris!'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SP2eF-2OtLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/ubxFdiJKzQE/s72-c/DSC00536.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-8308412987106770254</id><published>2008-10-19T17:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T05:10:17.101-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SPuhmIHRMyI/AAAAAAAAAVM/6QwTtopxp3A/s1600-h/DSC00493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SPuhmIHRMyI/AAAAAAAAAVM/6QwTtopxp3A/s400/DSC00493.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258974666270257954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this picture.  The Louvre pyramid in my hands, lol.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bisous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-8308412987106770254?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/8308412987106770254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=8308412987106770254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/8308412987106770254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/8308412987106770254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/10/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SPuhmIHRMyI/AAAAAAAAAVM/6QwTtopxp3A/s72-c/DSC00493.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-5913596577361691163</id><published>2008-10-19T16:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T05:47:31.548-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Thoughts Exactly: Motivation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SPugvBHjO1I/AAAAAAAAAU8/Zs_dI9SNrY0/s1600-h/DSC00448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SPugvBHjO1I/AAAAAAAAAU8/Zs_dI9SNrY0/s400/DSC00448.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258973719499586386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was walking thorough the Centre Pompidou and although it was closed that day (a Monday of course) I decided to explore.  As I walked through the doors and down the steps, I encountered this phrase (which I felt was screaming my name) on the wall in the middle of the Centre Pompidou.  "Pourquoi pas toi?" translation, Why not you?.  I loved this.  I'm aware that I'm a very analytical person, but this struck me as very thought provoking and I knew that I wanted to post it on my blog.  A lot of people always questions themselves as to whether they should or should not do something, if they can or cannot do something and to those belittling questions I say "Pourquoi pas toi?", it's time for a change and it starts with yourself.  I'm living in Paris, I'm a living testimony that anything is possible.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Staying inspired,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-5913596577361691163?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/5913596577361691163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=5913596577361691163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/5913596577361691163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/5913596577361691163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-thoughts-exactly-motivation.html' title='My Thoughts Exactly: Motivation'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SPugvBHjO1I/AAAAAAAAAU8/Zs_dI9SNrY0/s72-c/DSC00448.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-3175672780933895464</id><published>2008-10-17T17:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T05:41:33.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama in Paris</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SPuehmq4N1I/AAAAAAAAAU0/I5LyTF0JdLk/s1600-h/DSC00513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SPuehmq4N1I/AAAAAAAAAU0/I5LyTF0JdLk/s400/DSC00513.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258971290038450002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I was walking through the Bastille area of Paris (think East Village of NYC) on Friday night, I walked past a bar called Que Pasa (random).  Low and behold an Obama shirt on figure in the window, I instantly screamed "yess we can"!  Anyhow, I thought i'd share this image with you, the Parisians are getting it.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week I plan on going to see Being W (by french director Karl Zero, comme Michale Moore) and W, by Oliver Stone.  I'm feeling a little political, can you tell?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bisous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-3175672780933895464?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/3175672780933895464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=3175672780933895464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/3175672780933895464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/3175672780933895464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/10/obama-in-paris.html' title='Obama in Paris'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SPuehmq4N1I/AAAAAAAAAU0/I5LyTF0JdLk/s72-c/DSC00513.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-4744046960323493890</id><published>2008-10-17T09:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T09:21:10.789-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Leftovers: Akris</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt; &lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1944672&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt; &lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1944672&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thoroughly enjoyed the intricate simplicity of this collection.  Inspired by Monets "Water Lillies" Akris was neither too much , nor too little, it was exactly where the collection needed to be.  This is the final walk, bravo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bisous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-4744046960323493890?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/4744046960323493890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=4744046960323493890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/4744046960323493890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/4744046960323493890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/10/leftovers-akris.html' title='Leftovers: Akris'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-9177891924775716140</id><published>2008-10-17T08:18:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T08:39:10.899-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Thoughts Exactly: Disgust</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SPiERNx8WpI/AAAAAAAAAUk/A3dZs5T8FXY/s400/racist1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258097996246833810" /&gt;So I debated with myself on whether or not to put this picture up.  I didn't want to publicize such stupidity and insecurity, but I thought it best that people know that this is ACTUALLY happening.  Some may try to deny that racism still exists, but it's quite evident that it's still around, especially with the upcoming election.  I saw this disturbing image on &lt;a href="http://www.gawker.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gawker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (a friend on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;, who was just as shocked and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;appalled&lt;/span&gt; as I, had the link on her page).  This image and others are being passed around in racist anti-Obama GOP newsletters (this particular image came from the Chaffey Community Republican Women of California.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fidel Castro spoke recently to the website &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cubadebate&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Profound racism exists in the United State, millions of whites cannot reconcile in their minds with the idea that a black man with his wife and children would move into the White House, which is called just like that – White"  (Please note he said millions,not &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also received this picture in an email:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SPiFSENewYI/AAAAAAAAAUs/78QRyVDj7_I/s400/cid_134%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258099110369476994" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Castro also went on to say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Palin&lt;/span&gt; knows "nothing at all about anything".  Castro may be on to something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please vote, it's time for a change.  Obama/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Biden&lt;/span&gt; '08.  If you vote otherwise, you need a reality check.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://gawker.com/5064741/the-racist-anti+obama-gop-newsletter-listicle"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Voting (for change),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-9177891924775716140?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/9177891924775716140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=9177891924775716140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/9177891924775716140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/9177891924775716140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-thoughts-exactly-disgust.html' title='My Thoughts Exactly: Disgust'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SPiERNx8WpI/AAAAAAAAAUk/A3dZs5T8FXY/s72-c/racist1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-3349417341092270406</id><published>2008-10-17T02:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T02:38:04.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Thoughts Exactly: Regret.</title><content type='html'>It is 8:27 a.m in Paris and I am awake. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sigh.&lt;/span&gt; For reasons beyond understanding I decided to go on a 3 hour "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mysterious&lt;/span&gt;" bike tour through Paris.  I don't know what I was thinking, maybe some good pictures? Who knows, but either way some pictures will be taken, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paris in Black &amp;amp; White: Journey into the Unknown, &lt;/span&gt; I was thinking that could be the title (a little more in depth than my Eiffel tower pictures).  O.k I'm rambling (only to keep myself from falling back into a deep slumber) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sigh.  But as my momma always says "Thank God for waking you up this morning".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wish it was a liiiiittle bit later, thats all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bisous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-3349417341092270406?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/3349417341092270406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=3349417341092270406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/3349417341092270406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/3349417341092270406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-thoughts-exactly-regret.html' title='My Thoughts Exactly: Regret.'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-6855507656852890072</id><published>2008-10-16T08:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T08:30:25.657-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Words to Live by Pt. 2: If</title><content type='html'>"If you can keep your head when all about you&lt;br /&gt;Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;&lt;br /&gt;If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,&lt;br /&gt;But make allowance for their doubting too;&lt;br /&gt;If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,&lt;br /&gt;Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,&lt;br /&gt;Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,&lt;br /&gt;And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;&lt;br /&gt;If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;&lt;br /&gt;If you can meet with triumph and disaster&lt;br /&gt;And treat those two imposters just the same;&lt;br /&gt;If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken&lt;br /&gt;Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,&lt;br /&gt;Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,&lt;br /&gt;And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can make one heap of all your winnings&lt;br /&gt;And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,&lt;br /&gt;And lose, and start again at your beginnings&lt;br /&gt;And never breath a word about your loss;&lt;br /&gt;If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew&lt;br /&gt;To serve your turn long after they are gone,&lt;br /&gt;And so hold on when there is nothing in you&lt;br /&gt;Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,&lt;br /&gt;Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;&lt;br /&gt;If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;&lt;br /&gt;If all men count with you, but none too much;&lt;br /&gt;If you can fill the unforgiving minute&lt;br /&gt;With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -&lt;br /&gt;Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,&lt;br /&gt;And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Rudyard Kipling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-6855507656852890072?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/6855507656852890072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=6855507656852890072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/6855507656852890072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/6855507656852890072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/10/words-to-live-by-pt-2-if.html' title='Words to Live by Pt. 2: If'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-4413555063371340105</id><published>2008-10-16T06:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T06:59:33.374-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Leftovers: outside Givenchy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SPceemq_6_I/AAAAAAAAAUA/rIzO0srdl8Y/s1600-h/gvchy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SPceemq_6_I/AAAAAAAAAUA/rIzO0srdl8Y/s400/gvchy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257704601104149490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bisous,&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-4413555063371340105?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/4413555063371340105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=4413555063371340105' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/4413555063371340105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/4413555063371340105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/10/leftovers-outside-givenchy.html' title='Leftovers: outside Givenchy'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SPceemq_6_I/AAAAAAAAAUA/rIzO0srdl8Y/s72-c/gvchy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-3834789073977273647</id><published>2008-10-16T06:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T06:58:08.457-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day:</title><content type='html'>"A dress will never make a woman sexy, fatale, magnificent, mysterious.  Its a way of walking, of standing, of existing, the way you give your hand or your regard.  That's what makes the dress." Sonia Rykiel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-3834789073977273647?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/3834789073977273647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=3834789073977273647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/3834789073977273647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/3834789073977273647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/10/quote-of-day_16.html' title='Quote of the Day:'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-2418008489372751601</id><published>2008-10-15T15:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T17:03:19.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Je t'adore Montmartre</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt; &lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1945974&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt; &lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1945974&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heart my arrondissement, if you haven't been able to tell by now.  It is (in my opinion) one of the most fascinating arrondissements in Paris, rich with french culture, free from beaucoup de modernité and still has its little bizarre places (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Pigalle;&lt;/span&gt; post on that coming soon!).  In light of their refusal to completely transition to modernity Montmartre is known for their ancient trademark of wine vineyards, which was celebrated this past weekend.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the past 75 years they have had their "Fêtes des Vendanges de Montmartre" (grape harvest party) and this past weekend, I was able to enjoy some of the festivities.   The finale was the best part, held at the Sacre-Coeur (the northernmost point of Paris) there was a 10 minute feux d'artifice (fireworks) show.  Viewing this show first hand was an amazing experience, especially overlooking the entire city of Paris below, but trust me, the second hand video experience does just fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Appréciez!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bisous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-2418008489372751601?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/2418008489372751601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=2418008489372751601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/2418008489372751601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/2418008489372751601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/10/je-tadore-montmartre.html' title='Je t&apos;adore Montmartre'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-4861659545678802580</id><published>2008-10-14T16:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T15:35:03.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Leftovers: Hussein "Silicone" Chalayan</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt; &lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1944637&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt; &lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1944637&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, t'is true that Paris fashion week is slightly old by now, but I found some videos and pictures that I had not posted (I had to get back to school and we know time is on nobodies side).  What does this mean? I'll be posting some of these leftovers throughout the coming weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First up, Hussein Chalayan.  Although Valli was one of my favorite Parisian collections, Chalayan was the most intriguing.  The finale, with the silicone dresses was a sight to behold. The "runway" (which is the most improper term for the platform used) was rotating as the models displayed Chalayans art.  This video is the finale, please enjoy it as much as I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bisous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-4861659545678802580?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/4861659545678802580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=4861659545678802580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/4861659545678802580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/4861659545678802580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/10/leftovers-hussein-silicone-chalayan.html' title='Leftovers: Hussein &quot;Silicone&quot; Chalayan'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-363413201305024149</id><published>2008-10-14T08:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T09:47:08.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Technical Difficulties</title><content type='html'>Having some issues with my pictures and videos posting, hopefully this issue will be resolved by this evening!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bisous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-363413201305024149?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/363413201305024149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=363413201305024149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/363413201305024149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/363413201305024149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/10/technical-difficulties.html' title='Technical Difficulties'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-636929605018333366</id><published>2008-10-13T15:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T15:28:52.597-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson 2: If he Likes it Then he Should Put a Ring on It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin:0; background-color:#212121; width:423px;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.mtv.com/player/embed/" width="423" height="318" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="CONFIG_URL=http://www.mtv.com/player/embed/configuration.jhtml%3Fid%3D1518071%26vid%3D288546&amp;amp;allowFullScreen=true" allowfullscreen="true" base="." allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0; background-color:#212121; width:423px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#212121; margin:0 0 0 0; padding:0 0 2px 0; width:423px; text-align:center; overflow:auto; min-width:423px;"&gt;&lt;ul style="margin:0; padding:0; list-style:none line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;li style="margin-right:4px; display:inline;"&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#212121; margin:0 0 0 0; padding:0 0 2px 0; width:423px; text-align:center; overflow:auto; min-width:423px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beyoncé just upgraded me.  Get into the ending.  It is definitely Bey season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bisous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-636929605018333366?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/636929605018333366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=636929605018333366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/636929605018333366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/636929605018333366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/10/lesson-2-if-he-likes-it-then-he-should.html' title='Lesson 2: If he Likes it Then he Should Put a Ring on It'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-1891756145394066183</id><published>2008-10-09T10:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T11:08:09.862-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Remind you of Someone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SO4ai3jCIoI/AAAAAAAAATw/Ue3aUlOWFWU/s1600-h/Honor%C3%A9_Daumier_-_Gargantua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SO4ai3jCIoI/AAAAAAAAATw/Ue3aUlOWFWU/s400/Honor%C3%A9_Daumier_-_Gargantua.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255167001516712578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the most interesting artists of the "realism" 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; century French art period is Daumier. I love the honesty shown through his paintings, drawings, caricatures etc.  The image above is entitled "Gargantua", a caricature of then King Louis-Phillipe.  The king is represented as a "giant gourmand, a character taken from Francois Rabelais' series of stories" (&lt;a href="http://www.thefileroom.org/documents/dyn/DisplayCase.cfm/id/1118"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;).  The overly fed king is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sitting&lt;/span&gt; in front of the National Assembly on a giant commode (which is properly disguised as a chair).  The huge plank coming out of his mouth is positioned in such a way that the poor and working class send up food, money and other fruits of their labor which are inevitably &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;excreted&lt;/span&gt; to the officials beneath the commode, while on the other side of him are the working class and starved people of his society who are receiving nothing.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**The negative portrayal of the king in this caricature put Daumier in jail, who was 24 at the time.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This image reminded me of the what is currently going on in America.  Where is the Daumier of the states?  Take off some of the hair and add some big ears, I can see it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bisous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-1891756145394066183?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/1891756145394066183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=1891756145394066183' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/1891756145394066183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/1891756145394066183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/10/remind-you-of-someone.html' title='Remind you of Someone?'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SO4ai3jCIoI/AAAAAAAAATw/Ue3aUlOWFWU/s72-c/Honor%C3%A9_Daumier_-_Gargantua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-123111380946890334</id><published>2008-10-09T10:12:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T10:50:32.221-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality Check: Here, There and Everywhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SO4YhZRwXDI/AAAAAAAAATo/f6h0D1mTI_8/s1600-h/DSC00391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SO4YhZRwXDI/AAAAAAAAATo/f6h0D1mTI_8/s400/DSC00391.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255164777188056114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just for all to know, the crisis is spreading.  Took this picture at a random newspaper stand.  It says (not directly translated, because we all know direct translation just doesn't work so well) "Financial Crises - Europe helping its banks".  In other words, it's time for change, Obama/Biden please.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bisous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-123111380946890334?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/123111380946890334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=123111380946890334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/123111380946890334'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-3465892029496491634</id><published>2008-10-09T06:07:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T06:11:55.344-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Words to Live by:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"People are often unreasonable, irrational, and self-centered.  Forgive them anyway.  If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives.  Be kind anyway.  If you are successful, you will win some unfaithful friends and some genuine enemies.  Succeed anyway.  If you are honest and sincere people may deceive you.  Be honest and sincere anyway.  What you spend years creating, others could destroy overnight.  Create anyway.  if you find serenity and happiness, some may be jealous.  Be happy anyway.  The good you do today, will often be forgotten.  Do good anyway.  Give the best you have, and it will never be enough.  Give your best anyway.  In the final analysis, it is between you and God.  It was never between you and them anyway."- Mother Teresa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll never forget the first day I heard this, it means so much.  I love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bisous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-3465892029496491634?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/3465892029496491634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=3465892029496491634' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/3465892029496491634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/3465892029496491634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/10/words-to-live-by.html' title='Words to Live by:'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-7468685729589391154</id><published>2008-10-07T08:06:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T05:15:46.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cool Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SO3LZ2Qt7cI/AAAAAAAAATc/yBTTWjvu2as/s1600-h/DSC00279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SO3LZ2Qt7cI/AAAAAAAAATc/yBTTWjvu2as/s320/DSC00279.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255079985134038466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inside Carrousel du Louvre. I.love. this. picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For all things Parisian and fashion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;check out: www.dirrtyglam.com&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bisous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-7468685729589391154?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/7468685729589391154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=7468685729589391154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/7468685729589391154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/7468685729589391154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/10/cool-kids.html' title='The Cool Kids'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SO3LZ2Qt7cI/AAAAAAAAATc/yBTTWjvu2as/s72-c/DSC00279.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-2967280331416128382</id><published>2008-10-07T05:31:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T14:23:52.759-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Misunderstood ain't gotta be explained, but you don't understand me, so let me explain...stood in the heat, the flame...my God is my judge, no gown no gavel..I'm bright, but I don't give a F@(&amp;amp; if you see me...excuse my french, emotion and my passion, but I wear my heart on my sleeve like its the latest fashion"- excerpts from &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Misunderstood-Lil Wayne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SOtPvZ3p-cI/AAAAAAAAATQ/bYL-BIzHhKM/s200/DSC00392.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254381066074585538" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*the beauty of having my own blog; I can say whatever I like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bisou Bisou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-2967280331416128382?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/2967280331416128382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=2967280331416128382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/2967280331416128382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/2967280331416128382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/10/quote-of-day_07.html' title='Quote of the Day:'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SOtPvZ3p-cI/AAAAAAAAATQ/bYL-BIzHhKM/s72-c/DSC00392.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-5694572564729198944</id><published>2008-10-06T05:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T05:36:08.712-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>The saying goes, it's not always what you know, but who you know, and I've never believed that saying more, over the past year.  I'm very much a person who acknowledges those who have been instrumental in my positive life experiences and this time I must say a big thank you to Mr. Wade of www.modamouth.com, for allowing me to accompany him to the shows I attended this week. Thank you again Mr. Wade, I had the time of my life, attending my first season of shows in Paris is an unforgettable memory.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For more Paris fashion week, be sure to check out his website: www.modamouth.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bisou Bisou,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-5694572564729198944?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/5694572564729198944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=5694572564729198944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/5694572564729198944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/5694572564729198944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/10/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-4106768276183162433</id><published>2008-10-05T19:04:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T04:31:23.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuit Blanche-White Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In 2002, the tradition of "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nuit&lt;/span&gt; Blanche" or  white night (in e&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nglish)&lt;/span&gt; began in Paris.  This event is once a year and takes place throughout the city of Paris in different rail stations (Gare &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Nord&lt;/span&gt;, Gare &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;l'Est&lt;/span&gt;, Gare &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Bercy&lt;/span&gt; etc) as well as other places throughout the city.  The purpose of this event is to display different art forms (photography, abstract art, music etc.) for people in the city of Paris to enjoy from 7pm to 7 am (hence the term "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Nuit&lt;/span&gt; Blanche").&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SOlJTZjVjHI/AAAAAAAAARw/bBV8nbegeF4/s400/nb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253811037929835634" /&gt;The only difficulty with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Nuit&lt;/span&gt; Blanche is, you have to start early and if you plan on staying out late, you must have a cab number in your phone, be able to speak rapid french and be ready to shell out a hefty amount of euros (getting a cab in Paris is more difficult than finding a parking spot in Manhattan). We thought we started out early, but next thing we knew it was 1:15 am and the metro stations here close at 2 a.m, meaning you have to be at the train station by 1:30 a.m if you expect to get home (there is nothing worse than being in the train station at 1:45 a.m, with 3 minutes flashing on the metro board, only to see them turn to dots and an empty metro riding past you, only to then see the driver waving his hands in a very taunting manner to let you know it's just not happening tonight)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SOlK4rePTTI/AAAAAAAAAR4/_J38JZQWPlc/s1600-h/nbb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SOlK4rePTTI/AAAAAAAAAR4/_J38JZQWPlc/s400/nbb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253812777907080498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Although we called it an early night, we were able to see some of the nights festivities in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Bercy&lt;/span&gt;, right by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Orangerie&lt;/span&gt; museum and behind &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Bercy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Omnisport&lt;/span&gt;.  One thing that I saw, which was quite perplexing, is the duck pond above.  There were rubber duckies floating in a pond with French flags, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;European&lt;/span&gt; flags and some unidentifiable flags, sticking out of them with the sound of ducks quacking (which came out of nowhere).  The jury is still out on what that means.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bisou Bisou,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-4106768276183162433?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/4106768276183162433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=4106768276183162433' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/4106768276183162433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/4106768276183162433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/10/nuit-blanche-white-night.html' title='Nuit Blanche-White Night'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SOlJTZjVjHI/AAAAAAAAARw/bBV8nbegeF4/s72-c/nb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-5051670276287316045</id><published>2008-10-05T18:35:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T16:03:00.104-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MODE du JOUR'/><title type='text'>spotted @ Jeremy Scott</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SOlBaMPtTZI/AAAAAAAAARo/JiPRfbGTEYw/s1600-h/DSC00042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SOlBaMPtTZI/AAAAAAAAARo/JiPRfbGTEYw/s400/DSC00042.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253802358523907474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Accompanying &lt;a href="http://www.modamouth.com/"&gt;Mr. Wade &lt;/a&gt;to Jeremy Scott was one of the many highlights of my fashion week experience.  Meeting Kelly Cutrone was a great moment, she was so gracious to the both of us.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To see &lt;a href="http://www.modamouth.com/"&gt;Mr. Wade's&lt;/a&gt; interview with Kelly, check out &lt;a href="http://www.modamouth.com/"&gt;www.modamouth.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bisous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-5051670276287316045?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/5051670276287316045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=5051670276287316045' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/5051670276287316045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/5051670276287316045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/10/spotted-jeremy-scott.html' title='spotted @ Jeremy Scott'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SOlBaMPtTZI/AAAAAAAAARo/JiPRfbGTEYw/s72-c/DSC00042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-4959734733181910478</id><published>2008-10-05T15:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T05:38:10.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day:</title><content type='html'>"The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in the times of comfort and convenience, but in the times of challenge and controversy" -MLK jr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-4959734733181910478?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/4959734733181910478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=4959734733181910478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/4959734733181910478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/4959734733181910478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/10/quote-of-day_05.html' title='Quote of the Day:'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-2129073146592009426</id><published>2008-10-05T15:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T05:39:56.854-04:00</updated><title type='text'>@ Lagerfeld- Ms. Lopez</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-737649919da02f98" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D737649919da02f98%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330293688%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4664AB6A03C985996E937B37A1F07F68FA276A61.3F4FA7543F9051246BBF77E2A2511B9C9FCD1A40%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D737649919da02f98%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGs5BvTZFz83AvkMu2dyf3zBHl2o&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-2129073146592009426?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/2129073146592009426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=2129073146592009426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/2129073146592009426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/2129073146592009426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/10/lagerfeld-ms-lopez.html' title='@ Lagerfeld- Ms. Lopez'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-7826466573409883403</id><published>2008-10-04T14:31:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T04:08:14.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spotted: @ Lagerfeld</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SOe2rG4FYsI/AAAAAAAAARg/YNZ8hbL6yGE/s1600-h/lag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SOe2rG4FYsI/AAAAAAAAARg/YNZ8hbL6yGE/s400/lag.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253368342047449794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Franca Sozzani (Vogue Italia Editor-in-Cheif), she was walking out behind me and of course I had to take a picture :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bisous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-7826466573409883403?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/7826466573409883403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=7826466573409883403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/7826466573409883403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/7826466573409883403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/10/spotted-lagerfeld.html' title='Spotted: @ Lagerfeld'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SOe2rG4FYsI/AAAAAAAAARg/YNZ8hbL6yGE/s72-c/lag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-9211239441808284874</id><published>2008-10-04T13:26:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T04:35:46.287-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Lacroix Darling</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SOesVEbACQI/AAAAAAAAARQ/wzshw-cNZ9w/s400/DSC00169.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253356968315193602" /&gt;The moment we purchase our first luxury item is just as memorable as the moment a child experiences their first Christmas.  I remember this exact moment oh so clearly, when I was 15, my mother and I stepped into the Dolce &amp;amp; Gabbana store on rue de Rivoli and she got me an over the shoulder D&amp;amp;G sac and purple D&amp;amp;G shirt (with rhinestones; hey, it was very "in" at that time). Fast forward 2 years and I purchased my first Lacroix item, a white fitted t-shirt with "It's Lacroix darling" written on the back.  As I recollect that moment, I found that those words very befitting as the title of this post.  This collection was very vibrant, full of shape (lots of bows) and a candy color palette.  I love how Lacroix does his own thing, no conformity for this Christian. 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-1763719746033238914?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/1763719746033238914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=1763719746033238914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/1763719746033238914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/1763719746033238914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/10/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-1504011350592474324</id><published>2008-10-03T15:50:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T19:27:21.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The finale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SOZ40neUu3I/AAAAAAAAARA/5yXA2BRS4KU/s1600-h/gv2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SOZ40neUu3I/AAAAAAAAARA/5yXA2BRS4KU/s400/gv2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253018860718963570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt; &lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1877427&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt; &lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1877427&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 words: love, love, love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS. excuse my videography skills, they were a little off because I was so excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bisous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-1504011350592474324?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/1504011350592474324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=1504011350592474324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/1504011350592474324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/1504011350592474324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/10/finale.html' title='The finale'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SOZ40neUu3I/AAAAAAAAARA/5yXA2BRS4KU/s72-c/gv2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-3457725346073307985</id><published>2008-10-03T15:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T15:47:54.967-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tip Ms. Iman</title><content 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(Casey).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bisous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-3457725346073307985?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ba285c4f65d49601&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/3457725346073307985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=3457725346073307985' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/3457725346073307985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/3457725346073307985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/10/tip-ms-iman.html' title='Tip Ms. Iman'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-6314097867199395729</id><published>2008-10-02T15:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T18:38:31.158-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt; &lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1869759&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt; &lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1869759&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite collection thus far, Giambattista Valli.  The dresses presented at this show cannot be described by words, its as if no words are privileged enough to describe the nature of these dresses.  It was a fairy-tale come to life, yet so wearable, so full yet so delicate.  Lets also pay close attention to the shoes, strength in inches (heel inches that is).  There were so many juxtapositions in this collection it is obvious that Valli is a man with a great wealth of knowledge. I would love to hang one of his dresses on my wall, just to admire for inspiration. When the show began I said to myself "Helloooo I'm home".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy the clip!  More to come tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Front row: Natalie Portman, Leigh Lazark, Lauren Santo Domingo, Emma Watson, Margherita Missoni.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bisous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-6314097867199395729?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/6314097867199395729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=6314097867199395729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/6314097867199395729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/6314097867199395729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-favorite-collection-thus-far.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-2117060024023527611</id><published>2008-10-02T14:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T19:25:28.527-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spotted: at Lagerfeld</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SOapQi2c5RI/AAAAAAAAARI/YdN3kLgkQ6Y/s1600-h/DSC00134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SOapQi2c5RI/AAAAAAAAARI/YdN3kLgkQ6Y/s400/DSC00134.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253072117072454930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After storming the Lagerfeld runway, I spotted Sessilee Lopez outside, such a sweetheart.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bisous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-2117060024023527611?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/2117060024023527611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=2117060024023527611' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/2117060024023527611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/2117060024023527611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/10/spotted-at-lagerfeld.html' title='Spotted: at Lagerfeld'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SOapQi2c5RI/AAAAAAAAARI/YdN3kLgkQ6Y/s72-c/DSC00134.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-6496222821566426568</id><published>2008-10-02T14:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T15:19:18.309-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spotted: Outside Giambattista Valli</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SOUcl_UmM0I/AAAAAAAAAQw/HlbSuo9t7xA/s400/DSC00287.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252635979376112450" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SOUY0vSXEsI/AAAAAAAAAQo/6ZJRUOm3Fgo/s400/DSC00289.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252631834723291842" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(dodging cameras, but I got you Hamish!)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bisous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-6496222821566426568?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/6496222821566426568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=6496222821566426568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/6496222821566426568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/6496222821566426568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/10/spotted-outside-giambattista-valli.html' title='Spotted: Outside Giambattista Valli'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SOUcl_UmM0I/AAAAAAAAAQw/HlbSuo9t7xA/s72-c/DSC00287.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-6975633838170100378</id><published>2008-10-02T04:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T07:43:07.524-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spotted: Outside of Sophia Kokolasaki</title><content type='html'>The Sartorialist. &amp;amp; The Sartorialist taking a picture of a woman, taking a picture of him. Thanks Mr. Schuman for letting me take your pic!&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SOSGEvNu9rI/AAAAAAAAAP4/fNwqQ87wpCE/s400/Preview+of+%E2%80%9CUntitled%E2%80%9D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252470481372509874" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bisous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-6975633838170100378?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/6975633838170100378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=6975633838170100378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/6975633838170100378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/6975633838170100378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/10/spotted-outside-of-sophia-kokolasaki.html' title='Spotted: Outside of Sophia Kokolasaki'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SOSGEvNu9rI/AAAAAAAAAP4/fNwqQ87wpCE/s72-c/Preview+of+%E2%80%9CUntitled%E2%80%9D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-5025224693730706349</id><published>2008-10-01T19:32:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T13:42:43.274-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeremy Scott: Before, During and After</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SOSJ1uHl8lI/AAAAAAAAAQA/sSnSg9VjXT8/s400/DSC00055.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252474621426790994" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was excited, surprised, nervous and anxious when Mr. Wade told me that I would be accompanying him backstage at Jeremy Scott and when he told me Kelly Cutrone would be there, there was a big rush of emotion.  *note: my interest in Peoples Revolution is pre-The Hills.  It was so exciting and the best part:  It was held at Elysee Montmartre (see "spotted: Kanye" post, if you're confused) you could have knocked me over with a knit-needle. The hair was high, the collection was fun and the after-party was amazing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="full post"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Consistent with many of the designers who presented their collections this week, Jeremy stood in the "flowers for spring" line as well.  While at times subtle (the fuschia hoodie with the arms in the shape of a flower) and other times overt, overall I enjoyed the quirkiness of this collection.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SOT7jtWmRDI/AAAAAAAAAQI/migWNg2Mf54/s400/JS1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252599656309212210" /&gt;Get a load of that hair, high, high, high.  The inspiration behind the collection: The French Revolution (yes, Marie Antoinette).&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SOT7wqY8yVI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/S8czSM8isgE/s400/JS2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252599878852069714" /&gt;My favorite part of the show: the ending, Jeremy standing on top of the cake did it for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-adc7620f045a5bc2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dadc7620f045a5bc2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330293688%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3285B84C72E51E4F57C3DA9C0A56E6DB779669CD.74239D61569E77046FA17010C773358B3FDC7D47%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dadc7620f045a5bc2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DahtVuMqiyWAcBNngBYNEj2cMtXU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dadc7620f045a5bc2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330293688%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3285B84C72E51E4F57C3DA9C0A56E6DB779669CD.74239D61569E77046FA17010C773358B3FDC7D47%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dadc7620f045a5bc2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DahtVuMqiyWAcBNngBYNEj2cMtXU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As they say, after the show is the after party.  I got out of my seat, went to the bar, turned around and the stage and seating had vanished, there was a dance floor; the after-party had officially begun.  Kesh (seen below being interviewed by Mr. Wade) was spinning records and I danced the night away (well not all night, Lagerfeld was at 10 the next morning).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SOT8Dj8xPYI/AAAAAAAAAQg/WOyDLZxXrHs/s400/JS3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252600203540774274" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bisous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-5025224693730706349?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=adc7620f045a5bc2&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/5025224693730706349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=5025224693730706349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/5025224693730706349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/5025224693730706349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/10/jeremy-scott-before-during-and-after.html' title='Jeremy Scott: Before, During and After'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SOSJ1uHl8lI/AAAAAAAAAQA/sSnSg9VjXT8/s72-c/DSC00055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-752187685933374107</id><published>2008-10-01T17:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T17:55:22.627-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spotted: @ Manish Arora</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SOPw4H5Z0MI/AAAAAAAAAO4/q559deq2ZRA/s1600-h/DSC00009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SOPw4H5Z0MI/AAAAAAAAAO4/q559deq2ZRA/s400/DSC00009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252306437427286210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures on my blog from Paris fashion week S/S 2009 are taken by me, if you take them, please source A Black Girl in Paris.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bisous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-752187685933374107?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/752187685933374107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=752187685933374107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/752187685933374107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/752187685933374107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/10/spotted-manish-arora.html' title='Spotted: @ Manish Arora'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SOPw4H5Z0MI/AAAAAAAAAO4/q559deq2ZRA/s72-c/DSC00009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-2425907677718314895</id><published>2008-10-01T16:35:00.023-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T04:23:37.197-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seen 1: Manish Arora</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SOSC_5PkK7I/AAAAAAAAAPw/KkaVlf6ksdU/s1600-h/ma2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SOSC_5PkK7I/AAAAAAAAAPw/KkaVlf6ksdU/s400/ma2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252467099630316466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fashion week in Paris has been quite amazing.  Between yesterday and today I've been to 8 shows and witnessed some amazing garments on major fashion aficionados.  Sans camera for the first show I attended (Marthé et François Girbaud; which was nothing to miss) I made it high priority to get a camera because I knew this week would be full of kodak moments, for lack of a better phrase. &lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SOR-pnswrTI/AAAAAAAAAPY/8Dt0u4ekgEA/s320/DSC00021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252462318917299506" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camera in hand, the second stop on my fashion week tour (so to speak) was Manish Arora an indian designer from New Delhi, who has a very busy mind (from the looks of his garments). Held in the 11th (onzieme) arrondissement of Paris at Cirque d'Hiver, the setting was perfect for the cast of garments that were displayed.  The presentation was quite interesting,  in addition to the costumesque garments, giant heels and face paint, Arora added even more flare to the presentatuion by adding jesters dressed in all black who taunted some of the models as they walked (yes, I know).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                             &lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5585e3d53d462863" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5585e3d53d462863%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330293688%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D61B5EA3C4D07CC579BC82D648D155B69844696D5.20574BB336AC787C652B75B07F1C478910F2E8D0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5585e3d53d462863%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DunjZDZLAUT1d_8OcPD32c1M54aU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5585e3d53d462863%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330293688%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D61B5EA3C4D07CC579BC82D648D155B69844696D5.20574BB336AC787C652B75B07F1C478910F2E8D0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5585e3d53d462863%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DunjZDZLAUT1d_8OcPD32c1M54aU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The color palette, use of various textiles and textures, the volume and depth of the garments, was very ostentatious.  It was quite evident that Arora checked simplicity at the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;img style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SOSC4a9OSHI/AAAAAAAAAPo/T3PcxSRTFpc/s400/l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252466971241236594" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Backstage at Manish A. L-R Anna Piaggi, Backstage,Myself and Mickey Boardman, Jean-Paul)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Next up, Jeremy Scott!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bisous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-2425907677718314895?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5585e3d53d462863&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/2425907677718314895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=2425907677718314895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/2425907677718314895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/2425907677718314895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/10/seen-1-manish-arora.html' title='Seen 1: Manish Arora'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SOSC_5PkK7I/AAAAAAAAAPw/KkaVlf6ksdU/s72-c/ma2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-7160900481044958740</id><published>2008-09-30T13:02:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T18:29:52.074-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SOKj1IWmf7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/9GnWmO4PltY/s1600-h/DSC00038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SOKj1IWmf7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/9GnWmO4PltY/s400/DSC00038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251940248638095282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OK.  I had to buy a camera, it was not an option, I have to take pictures to savor these unforgettable moments.  Fashion week in Paris has officially begun (for me at least).  Commencing on Saturday, while I was in Amsterdam, today was my first day attending shows.  I had an amazing time with &lt;a href="http://www.modamouth.com/"&gt;Mr. Wade&lt;/a&gt; of ModaMouth.com and met a lot of great people.  &lt;a href="http://www.papermag.com/blogs/mr_mickey/"&gt;Mickey Boardman&lt;/a&gt; from Paper Magazine was such a sweetheart, and I met the love of my life, Jean-Paul (seen above).  Ms. Piaggi showed up and showed out at the Manish Arora show (pics soon to come).  Much more to come, I'm off with Mr. Wade to the Jeremy Scott show....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-7160900481044958740?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/7160900481044958740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=7160900481044958740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/7160900481044958740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/7160900481044958740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/09/beginning.html' title='The Beginning'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SOKj1IWmf7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/9GnWmO4PltY/s72-c/DSC00038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-2757034498964517036</id><published>2008-09-29T17:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T17:11:13.827-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilemma</title><content type='html'>It has been quite a while and I am at a loss right now because sadly, I lost my camera on my way to Amsterdam, apparently it was supposed to be at the Brussels station where I switched trains, but it's not.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures I wish I had include:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meeting Christian Louboutin (the man), Virginia Smith, Filipa Fino, Sylvana Soto-Ward, Candy Pratts Price and many more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow, I think I may buy a camera.  I'm meeting Kelly Cutrone and that is a must see moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday is Lagerfeld, ok.  I have to buy a camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bisous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-2757034498964517036?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/2757034498964517036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=2757034498964517036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/2757034498964517036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/2757034498964517036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/09/dilemma.html' title='Dilemma'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-6042755982282735115</id><published>2008-09-24T15:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T16:03:12.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OMfg</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This is for my number 1 (Dré)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moschino S/S 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.style.com/slideshows/fashionshows/S2009RTW/MOSCHINO/RUNWAY/00010m.jpg" alt="Moschino Spring 2009 Ready-to-Wear" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gianfranco Ferré S/S 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.style.com/slideshows/fashionshows/S2009RTW/GFERRE/RUNWAY/00030m.jpg" alt="Gianfranco Ferré Spring 2009 Ready-to-Wear" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Welcome back ingenuity, i've missed you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.style.com/"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bisous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-6042755982282735115?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/6042755982282735115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=6042755982282735115' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/6042755982282735115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/6042755982282735115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/09/omfg.html' title='OMfg'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-9176278421273948641</id><published>2008-09-23T15:55:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T16:24:34.477-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SNlQUTZw5UI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/SsTEyq77Pkc/s1600-h/tb.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SNlQUTZw5UI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/SsTEyq77Pkc/s400/tb.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249315150412965186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, how are those last season Tory Burch Flats?" - Blair Waldorf, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gossip Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the writers for Gossip Girl got my &lt;a href="http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/09/labels.html"&gt;Tory Burch memo&lt;/a&gt;.  Reason 1,562,000 why I love GG. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be blogging more soon, Netherlands (Amsterdam), Belgium and Fashion week, beaucoup pictures to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bisous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-9176278421273948641?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/9176278421273948641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=9176278421273948641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/9176278421273948641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/9176278421273948641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/09/quote-of-day_23.html' title='Quote of the Day:'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SNlQUTZw5UI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/SsTEyq77Pkc/s72-c/tb.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-704552686357363130</id><published>2008-09-22T15:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T18:54:15.578-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Insert Title Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6d71542dbe0f66ab" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6d71542dbe0f66ab%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330293688%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DD4192142733C7F88B8A168ECB3546E4286D2AF5.126509690236EE74FEF8C6B5820256005070EA2A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6d71542dbe0f66ab%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dnr4P2Rrb-L1oJudYQKJ4eMQiBL0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6d71542dbe0f66ab%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330293688%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DD4192142733C7F88B8A168ECB3546E4286D2AF5.126509690236EE74FEF8C6B5820256005070EA2A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6d71542dbe0f66ab%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dnr4P2Rrb-L1oJudYQKJ4eMQiBL0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been some days and I thought I'd share a video of my birthday night at the Eiffel Tower.  It was amazing.  Tilt your head, we took the video the wrong way.  PS. the first part are two girls singing for my birthday in the ET park.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bisous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-704552686357363130?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6d71542dbe0f66ab&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/704552686357363130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=704552686357363130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/704552686357363130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/704552686357363130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/09/insert-title-here.html' title='Insert Title Here'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-1633925467632907488</id><published>2008-09-19T09:05:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T09:12:07.178-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Joyeux Anniversaire!</title><content type='html'>    It's my birthday. I'm in Paris. God is awesome.  Dreams do come true.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SNOj-w-3yXI/AAAAAAAAAN4/MsLjqTeH1_w/s400/CIMG9817.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247718289512581490" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-1633925467632907488?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/1633925467632907488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=1633925467632907488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/1633925467632907488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/1633925467632907488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/09/joyeux-anniversaire_19.html' title='Joyeux Anniversaire!'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SNOj-w-3yXI/AAAAAAAAAN4/MsLjqTeH1_w/s72-c/CIMG9817.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-3244952500323543890</id><published>2008-09-17T16:07:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T16:22:14.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monsieur Garavani</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SNFjvVzRK0I/AAAAAAAAANo/gqyM5X_dUvc/s400/CIMG9782.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247084705820519234" /&gt;Aujourd'hui my Haute Couture class went to museé les arts décoratifs to view the current fashion exhibit "Valentino: Themes et Variations".  One word to describe this exhibit, exhilarating.  We started out with pieces from Valentino's first collections and viewed dresses that he built for many great women who were apart of the international high society, from Marlene Dietrich to Jackie Kennedy to Rita Hayward.  I was in awe at the many intricate details that went into all of the constructed dresses, paillettes, ruching, prints from various places in the world, tulle, embroidery etc. etc.  This is what fashion or &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la mode &lt;/span&gt;is all about.  I was reminded once again why I love fashion.  Valentinos constructed garments will truly be missed in the fashion world.  Merci beaucoup Monsieur Valentino Garavani, gros bisou de Jennifer Pauline.  After Valentino, Ms. Sonia Rykiel has an exhibit and I'm more than excited for what is to come.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;visit les arts decoratifs: http://www.lesartsdecoratifs.fr/fr/02museemode/valentino/page01.html&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bisous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-3244952500323543890?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/3244952500323543890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=3244952500323543890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/3244952500323543890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/3244952500323543890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/09/monsieur-garavani.html' title='Monsieur Garavani'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SNFjvVzRK0I/AAAAAAAAANo/gqyM5X_dUvc/s72-c/CIMG9782.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-7973253978053816453</id><published>2008-09-17T15:07:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T16:05:14.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Very First Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a278f3a81733b272" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da278f3a81733b272%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330293688%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D15AABFF45175478D4F422674A87732E909EC44A2.EE94E61F635774E3C5CD84CF4258707C73F33B1%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da278f3a81733b272%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJms4IRSLcYLB4H5quRyEU44XFS8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided I'd start taking videos here and there of the city.  This is the first one, my practice run. My walk to school at CEA down rue de Braque, across rive gauche to rive droit, and lastly you see the Palais de Justice (they house the ancient structure of the Conciergerie, the prison where Marie Antoinette was kept before she was taken to the guillotine).  Trust me the videos will get better, this was my first video so it's a little all over the place!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bisous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My school, CEA is next door to KCD Paris and other fashion related businesses and the girl against the wall was having a photo shoot of some kind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-7973253978053816453?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-1237935361429310453</id><published>2008-09-16T15:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T15:34:28.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day:</title><content type='html'>"There is always a heavy demand for fresh mediocrity.  In every generation, the least cultivated taste has the largest appetite."- Paul Gauguin (French painter)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-1237935361429310453?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/1237935361429310453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=1237935361429310453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/1237935361429310453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/1237935361429310453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/09/quote-of-day_16.html' title='Quote of the Day:'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-6962386945927263361</id><published>2008-09-15T05:22:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T16:05:29.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode #1: Phillip Lim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dear Mr. Lim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I would like to thank you and your team for putting so much love into this collection.  Metallic ruffles, prints, pastels and a hint of black, j'adore.  I was under the impression that you would give me a great collection this season, but I was expecting it to be pretty muted and pretty simple.  I guess you proved me wrong, not to mention the fact that you have me wanting to wear some of your men's collection as well (loving the embellished waist).  I love you for your Christian Louboutin collaboration and I'm thinking that you and Christian are my new Bonnie and Clyde or Michelle and Barack.  The rolled pants cuff (slightly reminiscent of the oh-so popular Katie Holmes folded cuff) is great, the belt constructed into a bow (one of the seasons best accessories), and the swirls (rocked my world).  Thank you for being inspired by your&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;imagination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SNAN2OyAcrI/AAAAAAAAANg/xDt8w0JQWYw/s400/lim3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246708791218565810" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SNANslvV1dI/AAAAAAAAANY/kSNTJzwfyKk/s1600-h/lim2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SNANslvV1dI/AAAAAAAAANY/kSNTJzwfyKk/s400/lim2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246708625582708178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SNANk70G2GI/AAAAAAAAANQ/B5WE36BFHOI/s1600-h/lim1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SNANk70G2GI/AAAAAAAAANQ/B5WE36BFHOI/s400/lim1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246708494069323874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gros Bisou,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(images from &lt;a href="http://www.style.com/"&gt;style.com)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-6962386945927263361?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/6962386945927263361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=6962386945927263361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/6962386945927263361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/6962386945927263361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/09/ode-1-phillip-lim.html' title='Ode #1: Phillip Lim'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SNAN2OyAcrI/AAAAAAAAANg/xDt8w0JQWYw/s72-c/lim3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-4371598457018468374</id><published>2008-09-15T04:03:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T04:45:14.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lim(Let)-Marc(Me) Tell You SomeWang(Something):</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SM4eoObwDiI/AAAAAAAAANI/Vb-eJ_DBxUk/s1600-h/n23703971_31297384_1807.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SM4eoObwDiI/AAAAAAAAANI/Vb-eJ_DBxUk/s400/n23703971_31297384_1807.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246164292351299106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Generally speaking, conversations this past week with my best friend André (seen above, I love him), have consisted of non-stop, in-depth discussions of NY Fashion Week S/S 2009.  My position on the NY collections: I was overwhelmingly under-whelmed.  I will not deny the great eye of many of my favorite NY based designers (Rodarte, Zac, Proenza S. etc. etc.) but overall I felt as if I had seen most of these looks before, the collection lacked inspiration and as André said, there was something off about the styling.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it comes to aesthetics, I appreciate that most designers have the ability to maintain a certain "look", their certain "look", within every collection they present, but some designers left me yearning for more.  Jack and Lazaro (Proenza Schouler) have always given structured looks, which they maintained this season.  Rodarte always presents a slightly messy and disheveled look (with structure here and there), which they brought back this season as well. Zac, never fails to please a woman and those who love a womanly shape.  While I liked most of the looks I saw, I wasn't head over heels in love with them and I won't be skipping any meals to go buy some separates.  Well, I take that back on one account.  Jack and Lazaro always give me what I need at some point in the collection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, as I told André, I need a collection to be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thought provoking&lt;/span&gt;, leaving me wondering what the designers inspiration was, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;exhilerating, &lt;/span&gt;having me scream on the inside from pure joy, and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;memorable, &lt;/span&gt; at least one piece from the collection or component of the overall show stands out (in a good way) and I can carry that memory with me for a lifetime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This season, there were 3 men who fancied me and i'm still screaming yesss.  Marc Jacobs (for Marc Jacobs and Marc by Marc) Alexander Wang and the newest musketeer, Phillip Lim (3.1 by).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay tuned for my ode to these 3 wonderful men (Marc is pictured twice, you already know why).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SM4eLzt1haI/AAAAAAAAANA/31AJybAg1Mk/s400/Preview+of+%E2%80%9CUntitled%E2%80%9D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246163804143060386" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(images from &lt;a href="http://www.style.com"&gt;style.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bisou bisou,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-4371598457018468374?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/4371598457018468374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=4371598457018468374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/4371598457018468374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/4371598457018468374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/09/limlet-marcme-tell-you.html' title='Lim(Let)-Marc(Me) Tell You SomeWang(Something):'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SM4eoObwDiI/AAAAAAAAANI/Vb-eJ_DBxUk/s72-c/n23703971_31297384_1807.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-5752247095426963688</id><published>2008-09-15T03:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T04:03:07.588-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Comedy: 15s more</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9be905c08716d231" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9be905c08716d231%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330293688%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D315AAF929498DEF7714955B7D5DECA1431BEB83A.37C4A72A1C8FBD5177099E70F48D278A5B4328EC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9be905c08716d231%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DY8v804y33lxcHxoz6T1mdoUex74&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Nicolas only speaks Greek and French, but apparently he knows about Snoop Dogg.  Great comedy, as I'm saying "oui" in the background.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bisous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/09/more-comedy-15s-more.html' title='More Comedy: 15s more'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-8220871781109238498</id><published>2008-09-14T15:35:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T03:50:19.879-04:00</updated><title type='text'>C'est la Vie</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SM1n_Un6tKI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Za_EZ5kbolU/s400/lol2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245963478522049698" /&gt;Ce weekend, was my first time actually going to a club in Paris.  Surprising, seeing as how this is my 3rd weekend in Paris, but timing is everything.  My roommate Vicky has a friend in the city who was celebrating his friends birthday this weekend and we were all invited to share in the celebration.  We went to a club called La Bodega (hilarious, seeing as how I used to goto the bodega ((corner store)) by my apartment in NY, all the time this past summer)).  With high hopes of hearing at least one hip-hop song, I was sadly let down, but I had an amazing time regardless.  Most of the music was 80's rock. I could dig it (if you can't tell from the pictures above, lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SM1obNH6NfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/lTxESF2-yUc/s1600-h/lol3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SM1obNH6NfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/lTxESF2-yUc/s400/lol3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245963957545088498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I enjoyed myself on the inside, but had even more fun outside talking to random French people. With nobody speaking english besides my roommates, I was forced to test out my first week of french lessons that night.  Vicky is greek, along with her friend Nicolas so she was the only one having a consistently non-broken language conversation, out of all the roommates.  One of Nicolas' friends was Juilien (pictured in the Le Weekend post).  My question to him, "est-ce que tu aimes les femmes noire?" lolol, cuz he wasss pretty fly for a french guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SM1nwspozuI/AAAAAAAAAMo/LsC3q1wWdrw/s1600-h/lol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SM1nwspozuI/AAAAAAAAAMo/LsC3q1wWdrw/s400/lol.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245963227273678562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We left la Bodega and headed back to the 18e ((where we live)) and went over to some bars in Pigalle, near the Moulin Rouge.  I give the night a 9 out of 10, because my birthday is this weekend coming up and I'm about to get my liiiiffe!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bisou bisou,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-8220871781109238498?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/8220871781109238498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=8220871781109238498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/8220871781109238498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/8220871781109238498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/09/cest-la-vie.html' title='C&apos;est la Vie'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SM1n_Un6tKI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Za_EZ5kbolU/s72-c/lol2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-679542972390073666</id><published>2008-09-14T14:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T14:37:23.435-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Le Weekend: Coming Soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SM1ZpEbbXMI/AAAAAAAAAMg/f0aKmGVjinc/s1600-h/CIMG9762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SM1ZpEbbXMI/AAAAAAAAAMg/f0aKmGVjinc/s400/CIMG9762.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245947703054785730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*pretty fly for a french guy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bisous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-679542972390073666?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/679542972390073666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=679542972390073666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/679542972390073666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/679542972390073666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/09/le-weekend-coming-soon.html' title='Le Weekend: Coming Soon'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SM1ZpEbbXMI/AAAAAAAAAMg/f0aKmGVjinc/s72-c/CIMG9762.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-1990168490639128277</id><published>2008-09-14T09:34:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T14:56:05.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Wake Up Call: Excuse [the hell out of] YOU Ms. Walters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.livesteez.com/videos/watch/9KK9Yc9"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt;- to see Barbara "us white folks" Walters, tell Whoopi and her co-host that they'll be taken care of if slavery returns to haunt us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Personal thoughts:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you think the Bush/Cheney regime is bad, think about McCain and Palin (*screams). Apparently, Ms. Walters is apart of the team and I'm petrified.  So, if slavery happens to return, apparently Ms. "us white-folks" Walters will take care of us. (sigh) *expletive*expletive*expletive*.  Ohh the thoughts running through my mind (1. I'm really thinking about this whole expatriate in Paris thing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watch.listen.comment.stay informed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer  Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my blog and I can say whatever I please. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OBAMA/BIDEN 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-1990168490639128277?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/1990168490639128277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=1990168490639128277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/1990168490639128277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/1990168490639128277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/09/weekend-wake-up-call-excuse-hell-out-of.html' title='Weekend Wake Up Call: Excuse [the hell out of] YOU Ms. Walters'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-2122034980030568271</id><published>2008-09-13T10:10:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T11:01:13.005-04:00</updated><title type='text'>49s of Comedy: Thank you Paris Metro</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5c4584ac83c3c0ca" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D722de401c7333222%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330293688%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D59B688972615A3D07744A4A05B9D804F2A371394.78FB4C598D8750705EE16073E88720C9C2711326%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D722de401c7333222%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DXDL5MUzzcs85Y23XWAUKZ1POP-o&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this.  I hope it makes you laugh as much as I did.  What a great way to start my weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bon Weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bisou Bisou,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-2122034980030568271?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5c4584ac83c3c0ca&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=722de401c7333222&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/2122034980030568271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=2122034980030568271' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/2122034980030568271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/2122034980030568271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/09/49s-of-comedy-thank-you-paris-metro.html' title='49s of Comedy: Thank you Paris Metro'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-74442804694725534</id><published>2008-09-12T14:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T14:34:10.095-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day:</title><content type='html'>" I will sit in the car on the way to a meeting  and just smile.  I really mean that.  It helps you get through life.  If you have nothing to say, smile.  Look up at the sky and smile.  Just be grateful"- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;André Leon Talley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-74442804694725534?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/74442804694725534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=74442804694725534' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/74442804694725534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/74442804694725534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/09/quote-of-day_12.html' title='Quote of the Day:'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-1510490598171975159</id><published>2008-09-11T17:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T17:43:45.914-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day:</title><content type='html'>"..at the risk of losing forever your so remarkably candid friendship, let me tell you something.  Confusion is a luxury which only the very, very young can possibly afford and you are not that young anymore"- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Giovanni's Room; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;James Baldwin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-1510490598171975159?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/1510490598171975159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=1510490598171975159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/1510490598171975159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/1510490598171975159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/09/quote-of-day_11.html' title='Quote of the Day:'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-2232873996860617470</id><published>2008-09-10T17:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T17:51:20.755-04:00</updated><title type='text'>News:</title><content type='html'>My birthday is in 9 days.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The end,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-2232873996860617470?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/2232873996860617470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=2232873996860617470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/2232873996860617470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/2232873996860617470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/09/news.html' title='News:'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-1828273131782932238</id><published>2008-09-10T14:44:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T15:11:47.745-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quelle est la Différence?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SMgV59-MOzI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/BvO2g3w2fHU/s400/rodarte.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244465851705080626" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SMgZWklpW_I/AAAAAAAAAMY/DktHL_8iS1I/s1600-h/sh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SMgZWklpW_I/AAAAAAAAAMY/DktHL_8iS1I/s400/sh.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244469641642335218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;O.k. So.  Exhibit A (to the left) is Rodarte F/W 2008 collection.  Exhibit B (to the right) is Rodarte S/S 2009 collection.  I know that Kate and Laura ((Mulleavy, that is)) say that this seasons collection references their love for "landscape art", yet last season, their collection referenced their love for Japan and "the connection between the Kabuki tradition and that of Japanese horror films"(also, according to style.com), et Je ne vois pas le différence? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Christian Louboutin designed their F/W 2008 runway shoes and  Nicholas Kirkwood designed their S/S 2009 runway shoes (Louboutin killed it, hands down) and that is the only difference I see between the two seasons ((and more structure to their garments?? possibly, maybe)).  I give them 2 points for nostalgia's sake, but ladies (and gent, because Mr. Kirkwood's shoes definitely have certain Louboutin je ne sais quoi ((double platform, double ankle strap, gold chains instead of spikes, open-toe vs. closed-toe etc. etc.))--lets try something new and exciting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We're in a recession here, give us girls a reason to spend coins on these collections.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Come Harder This Won't Be Easy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*images from &lt;a href="http://www.style.com/"&gt;style.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-1828273131782932238?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/1828273131782932238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=1828273131782932238' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/1828273131782932238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/1828273131782932238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/09/quelle-est-la-diffrence.html' title='Quelle est la Différence?'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SMgV59-MOzI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/BvO2g3w2fHU/s72-c/rodarte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-8359349352012026150</id><published>2008-09-09T15:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T15:49:04.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>"People who believe that they are strong-willed and the masters of their destiny can only continue to believe this by becoming specialists in self-deception.  Their decisions are not really decisions at all-- a real decision makes one humble, one knows that it is at the mercy of more things than can be named--but elaborate systems of evasion, of illusion, designed to make themselves and the world appear to be what they and the world are not."- James Baldwin, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Giovanni's Room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Read 3 times and then think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thoughtfully yours,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-8359349352012026150?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/8359349352012026150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=8359349352012026150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/8359349352012026150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/8359349352012026150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/09/quote-of-day_09.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-8427717344428236199</id><published>2008-09-09T14:53:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T16:11:29.375-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris in Black &amp; White (well, sorta)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SMbOOzY4zvI/AAAAAAAAALw/QFgLO2v_rv4/s400/me.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244105569827606258" /&gt;A day in Paris is never dull or dry, whether it is dreary or sunny outside I always seem to find my "joie de vivre" in the littlest things.  May it be in les enfants walking with their family speaking better french than me or in the old women who walk their petit chiens along Rue Montparnasse with their blue kitten heels, blue croc Chanel tote and oversized sunglasses, or me simply sitting in the window gazing into the courtyard.  I sometimes find myself shouting "Thanks God, you really showed out this time" when I realize that I'm really in Paris, I'm really living in Paris.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although there are many paths that I have not walked and landmarks that I have not seen, today I found myself back in my favorite place, Le Jardin des Tuileries.  Returning to my spot around the pond in the center of the Tuileries, with the sun kissing my skin and the wind cooling my neck I found serenity for the second time and I was at peace in my mind (while also continue reading my James Baldwin book). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I took a break from reading, I watched the Tuileries pond resident ducks swim around on the hunt for a cracker or bread, and I along with some children around the pond suddenly became duck feeders for a bit.  Children are always so fascinated with the little things in life, comparable to my fascination with Paris and I thought I'd capture some of the intent stares and looks of awe and excitement on these little ones faces (see below).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SMbOa344nBI/AAAAAAAAAMA/zR9vMKd6OHI/s400/birds2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244105777193982994" /&gt;cont....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SMbOVMd1VII/AAAAAAAAAL4/Tx08ZnVL6E8/s400/birds1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244105679638451330" /&gt;I left the Tuileries in search of my next destination, the base of the Eiffel Tower.  After having taken the 12 metro to the 4 metro to the 11 metro for school, I took the 11 to the 1 for the Tuileries and then I hopped on the 1 to the 6 to get to the Eiffel Tower (with my Paris Practique in hand of course).  I made it to La Tour Eiffel around 2:30 pm, just in time to take a couple of pictures before I had my french class at the Sorbonne.  I love my new city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SMbOjIHOmgI/AAAAAAAAAMI/OinQCNL5ruw/s1600-h/tower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SMbOjIHOmgI/AAAAAAAAAMI/OinQCNL5ruw/s400/tower.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244105918988065282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bisou Bisou,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-8427717344428236199?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/8427717344428236199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=8427717344428236199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/8427717344428236199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/8427717344428236199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/09/paris-in-black-white-well-sorta.html' title='Paris in Black &amp; White (well, sorta)'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SMbOOzY4zvI/AAAAAAAAALw/QFgLO2v_rv4/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-7731198543354692968</id><published>2008-09-08T17:10:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T17:21:02.638-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day:</title><content type='html'>"Be real, it's good for the soul"- Jennifer Pauline&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-adjective&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     1. existing or occurring as fact; actual rather than imaginary, ideal or fictitious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     2. being actually such; not merely so-called&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     3. genuine; not counterfeit, artificial or imitation; authentic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gros bisou,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-7731198543354692968?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/7731198543354692968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=7731198543354692968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/7731198543354692968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/7731198543354692968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/09/quote-of-day_08.html' title='Quote of the Day:'/><author><name>Jennifer Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12279909860537307764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/STMeMV_Y1TI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1DKCMC1jEu4/S220/n23703971_31371729_2936.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6832587056169246029.post-6839526314037851991</id><published>2008-09-08T05:08:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T05:25:09.185-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Have You had Your Wang Today? (Just for you André)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Fashion Week season has begun and lets just say I'm quite excited.  I get butterflies in my stomach thinking about the new art work that will be displayed for the upcoming season.  While New York has the first week of the season, Paris will soon have our turn, and I cannot wait!  Some of my favorites, Stella McCartney, YSL, Chanel, Louis Vuitton, Marc Jacobs, Sonia Rykiel, Alexander Wang, John Galliano, Dior, Givenchy, Junya Watanabe , Opening Ceremony, Balenciaga, Nina Ricci, Dries Van Noten, Doo.Ri, etc. etc. and the list could fill up a whole page.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, first up is Wang and if you don't enjoy his collection at least half as much as I do, then your vision needs to be corrected.  (Yes Dré, I seeeeee fusciaaaa)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alexander Wang. Spring 2009. Look &amp;amp; Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SMTsi8G057I/AAAAAAAAALg/bkcSgPfDDXk/s400/Preview+of+%E2%80%9CUntitled%E2%80%9D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243575951160567730" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SMTsqt5FdpI/AAAAAAAAALo/pSH0QtA_KHA/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ovA4gC20_A/SMTsqt5FdpI/AAAAAAAAALo/pSH0QtA_KHA/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243576084783789714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.style.com"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I may wear light denim and leggings today ;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6832587056169246029-6839526314037851991?l=ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/6839526314037851991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6832587056169246029&amp;postID=6839526314037851991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/6839526314037851991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6832587056169246029/posts/default/6839526314037851991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ablackgirlinparis.blogspot.com/2008/09/have-you-had-your-wang-today-just-for.html' title='Have You had Your Wang Today? 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