<?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-3087893504252246283</id><updated>2011-09-13T13:50:36.988-07:00</updated><category term='quote'/><category term='lingerie'/><category term='50&apos;s'/><category term='inspiration'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='influences'/><category term='youth'/><category term='vintage'/><title type='text'>Glamorous + Disorderly</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamanddisorder.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087893504252246283/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamanddisorder.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Trixiebelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11081845023404103197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T8Fd3GdP5pY/Tl-6YUje5PI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BttRWufQyYk/s220/181539_1418946172195_1788876049_745134_3169989_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087893504252246283.post-634941592093314722</id><published>2010-05-27T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T17:14:04.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tMCaEt3ooQU/S_8J0rST3xI/AAAAAAAAACA/08_sPG58W9o/s1600/SP_A0098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 447px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476106472483184402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tMCaEt3ooQU/S_8J0rST3xI/AAAAAAAAACA/08_sPG58W9o/s400/SP_A0098.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mother has left me little slices of each cupcake so I get to try each one. Aint she a darling?! Perfect late night supper! ♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Strictly speaking I can't even eat cupcakes, they make me ill but who could resist this? They're lemon, mint choc chip and mocha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love! x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087893504252246283-634941592093314722?l=glamanddisorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamanddisorder.blogspot.com/feeds/634941592093314722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glamanddisorder.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-mother-has-left-me-little-slices-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087893504252246283/posts/default/634941592093314722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087893504252246283/posts/default/634941592093314722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamanddisorder.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-mother-has-left-me-little-slices-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Trixiebelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11081845023404103197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T8Fd3GdP5pY/Tl-6YUje5PI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BttRWufQyYk/s220/181539_1418946172195_1788876049_745134_3169989_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tMCaEt3ooQU/S_8J0rST3xI/AAAAAAAAACA/08_sPG58W9o/s72-c/SP_A0098.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087893504252246283.post-7006860927291185214</id><published>2010-05-05T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T12:16:34.178-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lingerie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='50&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>50's Summer Rendezvous!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467842589213019138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tMCaEt3ooQU/S-Gt3XHLTAI/AAAAAAAAABo/2Wvj921Nwq0/s400/3019084564_9d2e06da0e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;In other words, hold my hand. In other words, kiss me baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;In other words, please be true. In other words, I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A friend of mine Rosie (fashion student, gorgeous photographer and connoisseur of adorable things) wrote a beautiful little article on 50's fashion today in her blog &lt;a href="http://hernameiscupcake.blogspot.com/2010/05/50s-summer-trend-my-grandmother-did-it.html"&gt;Her Name Is Cupcake&lt;/a&gt; complete with vintage pictures of her could be 50's starlet grandmother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;This absolutely made me want to dress up, roll my hair and sit and pout somewhere reading Lolita (1955).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;50's clothing is classy, quirky and beautifully flattering on most people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think the best way to top off Rosie's outfit suggestions would be to secretly be wearing gorgeous 50's style lingerie underneath! &lt;a href="http://www.lamagia.co.uk/what-katie-did"&gt;What Katie Did&lt;/a&gt; do vintage style lingerie that is to die for. Kiss Me Deadly and Urban Outfitters also do some could be vintage lingerie. 50's chic complete with a sexy "accidental" flash of suspenders as you reach for a book off a high self or casually adjust the folds of your dress while sitting in a tea shop. Do not be too surprised if a young male waiter or shop assistant rushes to your side to see if you need assistance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467856635310683314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tMCaEt3ooQU/S-G6o850tLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/dTidbcYvOpY/s400/Pin-Up-Girl-with-Inkstains.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Whoops! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trixie xx&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087893504252246283-7006860927291185214?l=glamanddisorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamanddisorder.blogspot.com/feeds/7006860927291185214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glamanddisorder.blogspot.com/2010/05/50s-summer-rendezvous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087893504252246283/posts/default/7006860927291185214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087893504252246283/posts/default/7006860927291185214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamanddisorder.blogspot.com/2010/05/50s-summer-rendezvous.html' title='50&apos;s Summer Rendezvous!'/><author><name>Trixiebelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11081845023404103197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T8Fd3GdP5pY/Tl-6YUje5PI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BttRWufQyYk/s220/181539_1418946172195_1788876049_745134_3169989_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tMCaEt3ooQU/S-Gt3XHLTAI/AAAAAAAAABo/2Wvj921Nwq0/s72-c/3019084564_9d2e06da0e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087893504252246283.post-3107015907215319275</id><published>2010-05-03T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T10:56:15.776-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Throw things around the room. Crawl under furniture. Scream obscenities."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-ID MAGAZINE, THE TO DIE FOR ISSUE 291.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3087893504252246283-3107015907215319275?l=glamanddisorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamanddisorder.blogspot.com/feeds/3107015907215319275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glamanddisorder.blogspot.com/2010/05/favourite-quote.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087893504252246283/posts/default/3107015907215319275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087893504252246283/posts/default/3107015907215319275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamanddisorder.blogspot.com/2010/05/favourite-quote.html' title=''/><author><name>Trixiebelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11081845023404103197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T8Fd3GdP5pY/Tl-6YUje5PI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BttRWufQyYk/s220/181539_1418946172195_1788876049_745134_3169989_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087893504252246283.post-3608927965622003836</id><published>2010-05-03T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T12:15:30.428-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='influences'/><title type='text'>Ever Thankful For My Youthful Looks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 475px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 445px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://files3.lookbook.nu/files/looks/medium/588776_Just_a_cool_cat_in_a_small_town.jpg?1272891171" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Picture: AMIEE MAI. 15, PHOTOGRAPHY AND ART STUDENT. VIA LOOKBOOK.NU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;BECAUSE WHEN I WAS 15 I LOOKED LIKE A WEIRDO BUT SHE HAS FASHION LOOKS TO KILL.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The youth scene in fashion right now is easily one of the best thing going on. I am captured and utterly intrigued. They have won me over with their innocent looks and startlingly groundbreaking ideas. I feel like there’s a little suburb in America or perhaps Norway where all the kids smoke roll up fags and sit gloriously dressed up in hazy sunlight and drink water full of fashion magic which makes them what they are. In reality I have no such excuse so I feel it’s time I put my head to paper, fabric and skin and start making my wildest dreams come to life. So here’s to some of my favourite young ones who have shamed me into getting my act together but denying my age. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tMCaEt3ooQU/S98CifUQK7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/-8CzPAXidYk/s1600/jane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 233px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 154px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467091264196324274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tMCaEt3ooQU/S98CifUQK7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/-8CzPAXidYk/s400/jane.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jane Aldridge [seaofshoes.com]&lt;/strong&gt; has been shaming me for years. Her style becomes more defined yet more radical every year. If you could cut up originality, get a big smacking of style, add a smudge of jaw dropping designer shoes and glue it together in an incredibly eclectic manner with a personality prit-stick then you would have a Jane collage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tMCaEt3ooQU/S98HOPm27eI/AAAAAAAAABA/hSXR4pW1wyg/s1600/tavi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467096413940149730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tMCaEt3ooQU/S98HOPm27eI/AAAAAAAAABA/hSXR4pW1wyg/s200/tavi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tavi [thestylerookie.com]&lt;/strong&gt; this girl leaves me lost for words. She is downright astounding. And she’s 13.&lt;br /&gt;No not 13ft tall or 13hours away from defeating Mt Everest (though they almost seem more believable) she is 13 years old. And holey moley this kid is wicked talented!&lt;br /&gt;I discovered her when she hit the press and immediately loved her style though I'm still slightly awestruck. Her blog and work is intellegent and mature and very original. Young people have so much power to change the world and speak out to people and that’s what fashion is all about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tMCaEt3ooQU/S98JNYS0zzI/AAAAAAAAABI/xjkwrKdJ9is/s1600/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 136px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 182px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467098598115430194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tMCaEt3ooQU/S98JNYS0zzI/AAAAAAAAABI/xjkwrKdJ9is/s200/Untitled.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johnny Davidsson&lt;/strong&gt; [lookbook.nu/user/4389-Johnny-D]&lt;br /&gt;One of my favourites on LookBook. Where music and fashion merge and have extremely stylish love child. Though I think he's actually only a little younger than me. Either way this in a definitive example of personality being screamed out to the world through clothing, I looked at him and thought music, and not because he looks like every other musician but because he doesn’t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S When I grow up I want to live somewhere called Strömstad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Actually you just have to open LookBook.nu and be astounded by raw talent from all ages. Love love love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the grand scheme of thing age is meaningless, because we all have a long way to go and it’s not when we start the expedition but who we become. But in the lowly scheme of things I could still get on the train for a half fair (15 years or younger) until a year ago. That makes me 16 now. So I’m going with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Trixie xx&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/3087893504252246283-3608927965622003836?l=glamanddisorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamanddisorder.blogspot.com/feeds/3608927965622003836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glamanddisorder.blogspot.com/2010/05/ever-thankful-for-my-youthful-looks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087893504252246283/posts/default/3608927965622003836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087893504252246283/posts/default/3608927965622003836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamanddisorder.blogspot.com/2010/05/ever-thankful-for-my-youthful-looks.html' title='Ever Thankful For My Youthful Looks.'/><author><name>Trixiebelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11081845023404103197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T8Fd3GdP5pY/Tl-6YUje5PI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BttRWufQyYk/s220/181539_1418946172195_1788876049_745134_3169989_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tMCaEt3ooQU/S98CifUQK7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/-8CzPAXidYk/s72-c/jane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
