<?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-57635251349293859</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:08:21.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cambon Cambon</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camboncambon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57635251349293859/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camboncambon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kelly Cambon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/Sx5Fz_NjR1I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/bH_NRGWlURw/S220/Heartcambon.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57635251349293859.post-7449005989436132205</id><published>2010-04-18T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T06:22:52.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S8sGvhJpMqI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/M54Li2akShU/s1600/birthday2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S8sGvhJpMqI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/M54Li2akShU/s640/birthday2.jpg" width="636" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S8sGJWLwdMI/AAAAAAAAAkI/tnQygul2DHg/s1600/birthday21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S8sGJWLwdMI/AAAAAAAAAkI/tnQygul2DHg/s640/birthday21.jpg" width="434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S8sHNmVNaLI/AAAAAAAAAkY/T4HBVCvgmUs/s1600/birthday10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S8sHNmVNaLI/AAAAAAAAAkY/T4HBVCvgmUs/s640/birthday10.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;I am finally twenty. To celebrate the end of the era that was my very awkward teenage years, my friends and I travelled to West Auckland - Transylvania Indoor Blacklight Mini Golf to be exact. To all the locals out there, I would just like to inform you that this place is freaking insaaaane. It is crazy fun and combined with the theme of &lt;b&gt;Jem and the Holograms&lt;/b&gt;, it made for an aesthetically amusing night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S8sBWRVqu5I/AAAAAAAAAjg/756tLgMgQCY/s1600/oliviacharles.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S8sBWRVqu5I/AAAAAAAAAjg/756tLgMgQCY/s640/oliviacharles.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S8sB437O5wI/AAAAAAAAAjo/QVYbsI-mVoM/s1600/oliviacharles2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S8sB437O5wI/AAAAAAAAAjo/QVYbsI-mVoM/s640/oliviacharles2.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Later on, we headed off to town and spotted &lt;b&gt;Olivia&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Charles&lt;/b&gt;, two very stylish peeps. I am in love with Charles' hat and jumper. The hat is a San Fran purchase &lt;b&gt;(Goorin brothers)&lt;/b&gt; while the latter is a clever little &lt;b&gt;H&amp;amp;M&lt;/b&gt; buy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S8sCzhd8oYI/AAAAAAAAAjw/JJ2O0efiIj0/s1600/cambonjewellery.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S8sCzhd8oYI/AAAAAAAAAjw/JJ2O0efiIj0/s640/cambonjewellery.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S8sDYYngqLI/AAAAAAAAAj4/_sdWCxEi33c/s1600/cambonjewellery2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S8sDYYngqLI/AAAAAAAAAj4/_sdWCxEi33c/s640/cambonjewellery2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Oh, and please tell me &lt;b&gt;Lan's&lt;/b&gt; monkey necklace is not the sweetest little thing you have ever seen? TOTAL WANT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S8sFRLGn1wI/AAAAAAAAAkA/fFCrKIxO-I8/s1600/smith.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="572" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S8sFRLGn1wI/AAAAAAAAAkA/fFCrKIxO-I8/s640/smith.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Smith bar stag head approves this post.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57635251349293859-7449005989436132205?l=camboncambon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camboncambon.blogspot.com/feeds/7449005989436132205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=57635251349293859&amp;postID=7449005989436132205&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57635251349293859/posts/default/7449005989436132205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57635251349293859/posts/default/7449005989436132205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camboncambon.blogspot.com/2010/04/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>Kelly Cambon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/Sx5Fz_NjR1I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/bH_NRGWlURw/S220/Heartcambon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S8sGvhJpMqI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/M54Li2akShU/s72-c/birthday2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57635251349293859.post-796189802387903247</id><published>2010-04-02T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T03:49:50.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends with Talent</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S7XIK3HVPVI/AAAAAAAAAjI/geJjHphpxnY/s1600/cambonlan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S7XIK3HVPVI/AAAAAAAAAjI/geJjHphpxnY/s640/cambonlan.jpg" width="452" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Friend, ami, amico, freund, droog. Where would we be without our friends? I simply could not live without mine for they are my chief source of inspiration and, in a way, they are all my teachers. Each and every one &amp;nbsp;of them is beautiful, generous, unique and utterly fabulous.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S7XKy197ABI/AAAAAAAAAjY/ISJZLnPDenk/s1600/cambonlan3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S7XKy197ABI/AAAAAAAAAjY/ISJZLnPDenk/s640/cambonlan3.jpg" width="414" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Lan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;, pictured here, is talented beyond belief and has a restless, inquisitive mind to drive her natural craftiness.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S7XIWfxR8SI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/hEUXrmgqccE/s1600/cambonlan2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S7XIWfxR8SI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/hEUXrmgqccE/s640/cambonlan2.jpg" width="372" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Although she works ridiculous hours, she still managed to find time to make herself this darling necklace. Aren't the skulls precious? They were purchased on one of Lan's trips to Hong Kong.This necklace has really got me thinking about making a few bits and bobs of my own. I apologise for the quality of the picture as I forgot to get a proper picture of it and had to make do cropping a larger, full length photo. A most decadent episode of &lt;i&gt;churros con chocolate&lt;/i&gt; from El Faro seemed to have temporarily melted my brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&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/57635251349293859-796189802387903247?l=camboncambon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camboncambon.blogspot.com/feeds/796189802387903247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=57635251349293859&amp;postID=796189802387903247&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57635251349293859/posts/default/796189802387903247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57635251349293859/posts/default/796189802387903247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camboncambon.blogspot.com/2010/04/friends-with-talent.html' title='Friends with Talent'/><author><name>Kelly Cambon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/Sx5Fz_NjR1I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/bH_NRGWlURw/S220/Heartcambon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S7XIK3HVPVI/AAAAAAAAAjI/geJjHphpxnY/s72-c/cambonlan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57635251349293859.post-1655601613404041205</id><published>2010-03-30T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T23:32:45.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Glasses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S7Lr-ef_4MI/AAAAAAAAAi4/906tPj3flbw/s1600/cambonjannine.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S7Lr-ef_4MI/AAAAAAAAAi4/906tPj3flbw/s640/cambonjannine.jpg" width="398" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Every now and again, I contemplate getting a new pair of nice tortoiseshell glasses with thick, erudite-looking frames. The problem is that I already have such a pair and I practically never wear them out of doors for some unknown reason. While pondering my eyewear situation, I came across the beautifully bespectacled &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Jannine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;. I am absolutely in love with her nicely worn-in boots, polka dot sweater and of course, those frames! Also, is it just me or is she a dead ringer for the stunning Taylor Tomasi Hill of Marie Claire?&amp;nbsp;Jannine is in fact a delightful hair stylist training at Ryder Salon so if you are in dire need of a cut as I am, give Ryder a go and ask for Jannine Jones!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S7LscrsatmI/AAAAAAAAAjA/_m7jikeGD74/s1600/cambonjannine2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S7LscrsatmI/AAAAAAAAAjA/_m7jikeGD74/s640/cambonjannine2.jpg" width="510" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/57635251349293859-1655601613404041205?l=camboncambon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camboncambon.blogspot.com/feeds/1655601613404041205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=57635251349293859&amp;postID=1655601613404041205&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57635251349293859/posts/default/1655601613404041205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57635251349293859/posts/default/1655601613404041205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camboncambon.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-glasses.html' title='Happy Glasses'/><author><name>Kelly Cambon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/Sx5Fz_NjR1I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/bH_NRGWlURw/S220/Heartcambon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S7Lr-ef_4MI/AAAAAAAAAi4/906tPj3flbw/s72-c/cambonjannine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57635251349293859.post-589848809024650977</id><published>2010-03-28T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T23:01:00.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Do Like Mondays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S7BBabvxPwI/AAAAAAAAAio/daGS6uuA7m8/s1600/cambonzaramaggie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S7BBabvxPwI/AAAAAAAAAio/daGS6uuA7m8/s640/cambonzaramaggie.jpg" width="442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;When I am lost in another city and looking for directions, I always endeavour to find interesting-looking, put together types. I just assume they will be more precise and cogent with their directions than those who are less well dressed. Vain? Yes. Effective? Who knows. Today, a lost tourist was doing exactly that with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Zara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;, giving me enough time to run over to the two and ask for some pictures. I was initially taken by Zara's super cute creepers and Hannah's rad Tom Ford sunglasses but as I got closer, I noticed additional flourishes such as Zara's adorable hair tie and styly bag and Maggie's nose ring.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S7BCA85JC5I/AAAAAAAAAiw/RGFk8WTItQc/s1600/cambonzaramaggie2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="504" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S7BCA85JC5I/AAAAAAAAAiw/RGFk8WTItQc/s640/cambonzaramaggie2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57635251349293859-589848809024650977?l=camboncambon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camboncambon.blogspot.com/feeds/589848809024650977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=57635251349293859&amp;postID=589848809024650977&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57635251349293859/posts/default/589848809024650977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57635251349293859/posts/default/589848809024650977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camboncambon.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-do-like-mondays.html' title='I Do Like Mondays'/><author><name>Kelly Cambon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/Sx5Fz_NjR1I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/bH_NRGWlURw/S220/Heartcambon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S7BBabvxPwI/AAAAAAAAAio/daGS6uuA7m8/s72-c/cambonzaramaggie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57635251349293859.post-5789146309922036781</id><published>2010-03-25T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T20:24:19.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uni Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S6wiMUwuQGI/AAAAAAAAAiY/50JDYhqsAw8/s1600/cambonhannahgrace.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S6wiMUwuQGI/AAAAAAAAAiY/50JDYhqsAw8/s640/cambonhannahgrace.jpg" width="410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I don't think I am alone in my belief that university campuses house a great deal of style apathy. Fugliness and bedtime clothing are all too prevalent and it makes you wonder whether these people are either still drunk from last night's frat party or too tired from an all nighter to give a damn. So it is terribly refreshing to see students who actually give a damn. Today, whilst hurrying through AU campus, I ran into &lt;b&gt;Hannah&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Grace&lt;/b&gt; who, even in the full swing of uni and assignments, manage to look immaculate and oh-so chic. A+ ladies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S6wlb6glUHI/AAAAAAAAAig/Tj-R5MrYDIA/s1600/cambonhannahgrace2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="420" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S6wlb6glUHI/AAAAAAAAAig/Tj-R5MrYDIA/s640/cambonhannahgrace2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/57635251349293859-5789146309922036781?l=camboncambon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camboncambon.blogspot.com/feeds/5789146309922036781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=57635251349293859&amp;postID=5789146309922036781&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57635251349293859/posts/default/5789146309922036781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57635251349293859/posts/default/5789146309922036781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camboncambon.blogspot.com/2010/03/uni-style.html' title='Uni Style'/><author><name>Kelly Cambon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/Sx5Fz_NjR1I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/bH_NRGWlURw/S220/Heartcambon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S6wiMUwuQGI/AAAAAAAAAiY/50JDYhqsAw8/s72-c/cambonhannahgrace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57635251349293859.post-3324087419347571226</id><published>2010-03-21T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T00:01:55.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brooklyn's Finest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S6XCyyFDr5I/AAAAAAAAAiI/Gc_Hyrt1v3g/s1600-h/angelcambon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S6XCyyFDr5I/AAAAAAAAAiI/Gc_Hyrt1v3g/s640/angelcambon.jpg" width="416" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;If you've ever been to New York, you'll know that Brooklyn is chock full with the coolest kids in NYC. When I ran into Angel, pictured here with to-die-for hair and super kicky shades, I was hardly surprised to find out that she hailed from the aforementioned borough. Am I the only one who has this awful habit of constantly guessing where people are from?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S6XEKUbr-KI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/U3GRBX-5BIc/s1600-h/angel2cambon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S6XEKUbr-KI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/U3GRBX-5BIc/s640/angel2cambon.jpg" width="436" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57635251349293859-3324087419347571226?l=camboncambon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camboncambon.blogspot.com/feeds/3324087419347571226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=57635251349293859&amp;postID=3324087419347571226&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57635251349293859/posts/default/3324087419347571226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57635251349293859/posts/default/3324087419347571226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camboncambon.blogspot.com/2010/03/brooklyns-finest.html' title='Brooklyn&apos;s Finest'/><author><name>Kelly Cambon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/Sx5Fz_NjR1I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/bH_NRGWlURw/S220/Heartcambon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S6XCyyFDr5I/AAAAAAAAAiI/Gc_Hyrt1v3g/s72-c/angelcambon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57635251349293859.post-422166445328465959</id><published>2010-02-14T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T21:32:54.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Mr McQueen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S3jbFriPEGI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/tV2AVmi6ER4/s1600-h/Alexander-McQueen_7_683833a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="416" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S3jbFriPEGI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/tV2AVmi6ER4/s640/Alexander-McQueen_7_683833a.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;It often happens that when some mediocre person of moderate fame dies, they suddenly achieve a level of adoration they could never have even dreamt of in life. Well, this is not at all the case with McQueen. McQueen was most probably London's beacon in terms of fashion and during fashion week his was the collection I most eagerly anticipated. I, like many others, was most sincerely saddened to hear the news of his death and by the fact that it came so soon and so very suddenly. However, I am very thankful the world had a chance to experience and receive McQueen's invaluable contributions to fashion. I count myself and others as being truly lucky to have seen his otherworldly creations and, of course, those shoes! Thank you Mr McQueen and goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S3jbQg0VYmI/AAAAAAAAAhY/f67yxho8Sso/s1600-h/amcqueen3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S3jbQg0VYmI/AAAAAAAAAhY/f67yxho8Sso/s640/amcqueen3.jpg" width="454" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S3jbWWq1khI/AAAAAAAAAhg/nurMKEF9nYo/s1600-h/amcqueen4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S3jbWWq1khI/AAAAAAAAAhg/nurMKEF9nYo/s640/amcqueen4.jpg" width="454" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S3jbcPKeVmI/AAAAAAAAAho/7IJ0myMtkIU/s1600-h/amcqueen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S3jbcPKeVmI/AAAAAAAAAho/7IJ0myMtkIU/s640/amcqueen.jpg" width="454" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S3jbjMfnD0I/AAAAAAAAAhw/GxSTO79gTpY/s1600-h/amcqueen2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S3jbjMfnD0I/AAAAAAAAAhw/GxSTO79gTpY/s640/amcqueen2.jpg" width="454" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S3jbpKUn2ZI/AAAAAAAAAh4/qJd6QITxj8o/s1600-h/amcqueen5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S3jbpKUn2ZI/AAAAAAAAAh4/qJd6QITxj8o/s640/amcqueen5.jpg" width="516" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S3jbvBIQbQI/AAAAAAAAAiA/-J8WEUtGosQ/s1600-h/amcqueen6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S3jbvBIQbQI/AAAAAAAAAiA/-J8WEUtGosQ/s640/amcqueen6.jpg" width="474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;.I know I am ridiculously late with this post and my apologies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57635251349293859-422166445328465959?l=camboncambon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camboncambon.blogspot.com/feeds/422166445328465959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=57635251349293859&amp;postID=422166445328465959&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57635251349293859/posts/default/422166445328465959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57635251349293859/posts/default/422166445328465959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camboncambon.blogspot.com/2010/02/goodbye-mr-mcqueen.html' title='Goodbye Mr McQueen'/><author><name>Kelly Cambon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/Sx5Fz_NjR1I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/bH_NRGWlURw/S220/Heartcambon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S3jbFriPEGI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/tV2AVmi6ER4/s72-c/Alexander-McQueen_7_683833a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57635251349293859.post-7947348876549983288</id><published>2010-02-10T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T18:37:50.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's Shirt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S3NqHZS8EjI/AAAAAAAAAgo/rd2dXEESFWc/s1600-h/shirt1cambon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S3NqHZS8EjI/AAAAAAAAAgo/rd2dXEESFWc/s640/shirt1cambon.jpg" width="417" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Fathers are fantastic, aren't they? I mean, they never notice if there has been a bit of domestic wardrobe theft. My father saw me sporting his shirt and merely remarked, "That looks nice." You know how mothers get all in your face and actually ask you to return what is rightfully theirs? Here I am pictured wearing a steal from my dad's closet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S3NqSSSbcDI/AAAAAAAAAgw/RTqHvTcWIwY/s1600-h/shirt3cambon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="608" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S3NqSSSbcDI/AAAAAAAAAgw/RTqHvTcWIwY/s640/shirt3cambon.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;I must admit this is only one of many things I have nicked from my father's wardrobe. Seriously, he is oblivious to how much smaller his collection of clothing now is.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S3Nq9IhZxhI/AAAAAAAAAhA/P-vspcLx8sI/s1600-h/platformscambon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="496" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S3Nq9IhZxhI/AAAAAAAAAhA/P-vspcLx8sI/s640/platformscambon.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Also, SHOES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S3NtMHzF_nI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ahCfuxX3dl8/s1600-h/jeffreycampbell.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S3NtMHzF_nI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ahCfuxX3dl8/s640/jeffreycampbell.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Oh, and while we are on the topic of shoes, what do you think of these clogs? I feel like a right hypocrite because when I first saw the Chanel and Miu Miu ones I scoffed at how people could actually think to wear such hideous things and that most would only sport them because of the label. Well, it seems that I am now one of those people as I am considering buying a pair of clogs myself. These are some affordably priced ones by Jeffrey Campbell. So, thoughts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57635251349293859-7947348876549983288?l=camboncambon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camboncambon.blogspot.com/feeds/7947348876549983288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=57635251349293859&amp;postID=7947348876549983288&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57635251349293859/posts/default/7947348876549983288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57635251349293859/posts/default/7947348876549983288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camboncambon.blogspot.com/2010/02/daddys-shirt.html' title='Daddy&apos;s Shirt'/><author><name>Kelly Cambon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/Sx5Fz_NjR1I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/bH_NRGWlURw/S220/Heartcambon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S3NqHZS8EjI/AAAAAAAAAgo/rd2dXEESFWc/s72-c/shirt1cambon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57635251349293859.post-5611790219387905008</id><published>2010-02-05T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T04:27:29.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nutcracker: A Picnic Adaptation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S2wFr2vFsxI/AAAAAAAAAfY/DwogzXXW8DE/s1600-h/picnicalaplage3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="403" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S2wFr2vFsxI/AAAAAAAAAfY/DwogzXXW8DE/s640/picnicalaplage3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Is it not the most delicious thing ever to have a sinfully sweet picnic on a warm sunkissed Summer's day? Why not make that picnic themed? The Nutcracker, perhaps? Oh, and may I suggest having it at the beach for all those flip flopped people laxing out will certainly stare. And you know you love the attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S2wKimfm8hI/AAAAAAAAAf4/BcR5pY_4U9Y/s1600-h/sugar6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="466" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S2wKimfm8hI/AAAAAAAAAf4/BcR5pY_4U9Y/s640/sugar6.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S2wMMbCK13I/AAAAAAAAAgA/7wzpM2zcqGM/s1600-h/sugar7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S2wMMbCK13I/AAAAAAAAAgA/7wzpM2zcqGM/s640/sugar7.jpg" width="488" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S2wNpg_AxlI/AAAAAAAAAgY/ubqDZeGXcqM/s1600-h/sugarplumfairy3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="422" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S2wNpg_AxlI/AAAAAAAAAgY/ubqDZeGXcqM/s640/sugarplumfairy3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;My dear friend, Nasreen, looks so ethereal in her rendition of the sugar plum fairy. Her makeup is exquisite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S2wJLJt_9AI/AAAAAAAAAfo/k54NGL186i8/s1600-h/sugarplum5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="580" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S2wJLJt_9AI/AAAAAAAAAfo/k54NGL186i8/s640/sugarplum5.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S2wM7gEPsjI/AAAAAAAAAgI/SrIema8MJqw/s1600-h/victoriasugarplum.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S2wM7gEPsjI/AAAAAAAAAgI/SrIema8MJqw/s640/victoriasugarplum.jpg" width="396" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S2wNRp3-x0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/ZE_mL_2URV4/s1600-h/victoria2sugarplum.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="580" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S2wNRp3-x0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/ZE_mL_2URV4/s640/victoria2sugarplum.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Of course, Victoria looks divine as per usual. Her pink angora cardigan is terribly sweet and can you believe she made the beautiful dress in the picture simply for this occasion? Some people are too talented for words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well, dear reader, I would love to hear more about your picnics/summer outings.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57635251349293859-5611790219387905008?l=camboncambon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camboncambon.blogspot.com/feeds/5611790219387905008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=57635251349293859&amp;postID=5611790219387905008&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57635251349293859/posts/default/5611790219387905008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57635251349293859/posts/default/5611790219387905008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camboncambon.blogspot.com/2010/02/nutcracker-picnic-adaptation.html' title='The Nutcracker: A Picnic Adaptation'/><author><name>Kelly Cambon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/Sx5Fz_NjR1I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/bH_NRGWlURw/S220/Heartcambon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S2wFr2vFsxI/AAAAAAAAAfY/DwogzXXW8DE/s72-c/picnicalaplage3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57635251349293859.post-5432216121385697458</id><published>2010-01-14T02:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T02:58:20.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunnies side up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S072azc5anI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/mSFoK-hgYg0/s1600-h/tessa,stacy,hannahcambon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S072azc5anI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/mSFoK-hgYg0/s640/tessa,stacy,hannahcambon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Some people are just naturally cool. They reside in bubbles of coolness and convert oxygen into a carbon dioxide far superior to other mere mortals. But seriously, I was in a rather hopeless state when I caught sight of &lt;b&gt;Tessa, Stacy and Hannah&lt;/b&gt; who were undeniably well dressed. I adore how each of the three girls has a highly unique style but they also look amazing together.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57635251349293859-5432216121385697458?l=camboncambon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camboncambon.blogspot.com/feeds/5432216121385697458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=57635251349293859&amp;postID=5432216121385697458&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57635251349293859/posts/default/5432216121385697458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57635251349293859/posts/default/5432216121385697458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camboncambon.blogspot.com/2010/01/sunnies-side-up.html' title='Sunnies side up'/><author><name>Kelly Cambon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/Sx5Fz_NjR1I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/bH_NRGWlURw/S220/Heartcambon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S072azc5anI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/mSFoK-hgYg0/s72-c/tessa,stacy,hannahcambon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57635251349293859.post-2484887393536842419</id><published>2010-01-07T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T00:23:06.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Third Quarter (current moon phase)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S0WRbzyOiHI/AAAAAAAAAeY/RKfq-dubTgc/s1600-h/cambongingham2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S0WRbzyOiHI/AAAAAAAAAeY/RKfq-dubTgc/s640/cambongingham2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S0WTB81lR3I/AAAAAAAAAeg/ym-d4uJ20nE/s1600-h/camongingham.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S0WTB81lR3I/AAAAAAAAAeg/ym-d4uJ20nE/s640/camongingham.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gingham&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I've always loved me some gingham and Christopher Kane's marvellous SS10 collection which was a veritable cornucopia of glorious gingham prompted me to dust off those crusty old boxes (I'm a hoarder) full of clothes from primary school and see what still fit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S0WTUasoKNI/AAAAAAAAAeo/fsjQK41_T2U/s1600-h/cambonglove.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S0WTUasoKNI/AAAAAAAAAeo/fsjQK41_T2U/s640/cambonglove.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are those...?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Gloves on my head? Yes, they sure are. But seriously, what could be more logical? You wear them around on your head and then when your hands get cold, you can take them off your head and wear them on your hands! Amazing, huh? Just don't get into that old nanna habit of asking where your gloves are. They're on your head, duh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S0WUL5DhLSI/AAAAAAAAAew/GV4KwOoFaKs/s1600-h/cambonlacesocks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S0WUL5DhLSI/AAAAAAAAAew/GV4KwOoFaKs/s640/cambonlacesocks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Frills Attached&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Summer has plunged me into a deep abyss of child-like, uber girly looks. I think the heat is getting to my head and fooling me into thinking I'm eight years old again. But come on! Who can resist frilly socks?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S0WWTp56M_I/AAAAAAAAAe4/HmD-PDWZq_I/s1600-h/cambonsheer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S0WWTp56M_I/AAAAAAAAAe4/HmD-PDWZq_I/s640/cambonsheer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sheer Delight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I know some of you are probably totally over the sheer trend by now but I still cannot get enough! This sheer green top is one of my favourites because it's rather loose and the shape is almost sporty. It reminded me of some of the tops featured in the Alexander Wang SS10 collection.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S0WXTjYwi9I/AAAAAAAAAfA/HxiwL_c7NSk/s1600-h/cambonnecklace2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S0WXTjYwi9I/AAAAAAAAAfA/HxiwL_c7NSk/s640/cambonnecklace2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ice Ice Baby!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;In my opinion, Miu Miu's SS10 collection was one of the best shows this season and I simply adored the way rather conservative looking shirts were embellished with jewelry. Here, I have placed a necklace under a polo shirt which is under a knit jumper.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S0WY15EvXBI/AAAAAAAAAfI/eOf1kzLcSwc/s1600-h/cambonnecklace.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S0WY15EvXBI/AAAAAAAAAfI/eOf1kzLcSwc/s640/cambonnecklace.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh, and creepy Edward Cullen/catwoman wants to know what &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;you're &lt;/span&gt;wearing...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57635251349293859-2484887393536842419?l=camboncambon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camboncambon.blogspot.com/feeds/2484887393536842419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=57635251349293859&amp;postID=2484887393536842419&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57635251349293859/posts/default/2484887393536842419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57635251349293859/posts/default/2484887393536842419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camboncambon.blogspot.com/2010/01/third-quarter-current-moon-phase.html' title='Third Quarter (current moon phase)'/><author><name>Kelly Cambon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/Sx5Fz_NjR1I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/bH_NRGWlURw/S220/Heartcambon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/S0WRbzyOiHI/AAAAAAAAAeY/RKfq-dubTgc/s72-c/cambongingham2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57635251349293859.post-7379945968225377011</id><published>2009-12-18T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T04:54:29.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Want For Xmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;It's no secret that I am supremely materialistic. I simply cannot live without ... stuff. And by stuff, I mean all manners of stuff extending beyond the holy realm of fashion and into home decor, tech gadgets, books and much much more. Subsequently, Xmas and the buildup towards xmas is incomparable to any other time of the year. It combines my three favourite things in the whole wide world - friends, family and consumerism. I must also add that it incorporates my fanatical and ardent love of lists. Here is my xmas ultimatum of sorts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/Syt0gpy3V6I/AAAAAAAAAdA/PRdHwd4dHno/s1600-h/lanvinboots.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/Syt0gpy3V6I/AAAAAAAAAdA/PRdHwd4dHno/s640/lanvinboots.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1) Thigh-high boots&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;My mother wasn't too pleased about this particular item. "First you speak of moving to K Road (for non-Aucklanders, this is kinda the red light district) and now you want &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;prostitute boots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; (my mother's endearing label). I should never have taken you out of catholic school!" But seriously, how friggin' hot are these boots?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/Syt1VI7C1hI/AAAAAAAAAdI/II5TrQNsKk0/s1600-h/Milk%2BBottle%2BChandelier.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/Syt1VI7C1hI/AAAAAAAAAdI/II5TrQNsKk0/s640/Milk%2BBottle%2BChandelier.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2) Droog Milk Bottle Chandeliers:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Milk bottles are totally the must-have bottles of 2010. Not only can they store milk but they make for uber styley chandeliers. If Santa decides to be an arse and not donate these bargain priced USD1,400 chandeliers, I suppose I could make some DIY interpretation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/Syt2ACy4PSI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/ovGRbp9Yil8/s1600-h/Brahmin_vittoria.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/Syt2ACy4PSI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/ovGRbp9Yil8/s640/Brahmin_vittoria.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3)Brahmin Handbag:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I kinda have this thing for old lady handbags. I just adore them. Although I try to look for more age-appropriate styles, my distaste for hobo bags means I am limited to backpacks and weird tacky tassly sparkly creations. Any who, luuuurve this bag. &amp;nbsp;It's called Vittoria Rose. Mmmm, come to mama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/Syt4DeuH8DI/AAAAAAAAAdY/fhnNoeVxED0/s1600-h/iceskates.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/Syt4DeuH8DI/AAAAAAAAAdY/fhnNoeVxED0/s640/iceskates.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/Syt4KdZjSCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/jZUb67f75Fk/s1600-h/tommy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/Syt4KdZjSCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/jZUb67f75Fk/s640/tommy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/Syt4SadIzgI/AAAAAAAAAdo/95ogwezagTc/s1600-h/whiteskates.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/Syt4SadIzgI/AAAAAAAAAdo/95ogwezagTc/s640/whiteskates.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4)Ice Skates:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I'll be honest with you. I am kind of a nerd. I'm one of those people who waste like whole hours perusing through websites that sell skates. In fact, I'm pretty sure this activity is so niche that I can't really say "one of those people."Any who, I came across these customised skates and they are so frigging adorable. Style.com also featured these sassy red Tommy Hilfigers. And you can never go wrong with plain old classic white ones. Dear god, why does it have to be summer in xmas here?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/Syt5QQTVFXI/AAAAAAAAAdw/WiADUhc4WOY/s1600-h/leschiens.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/Syt5QQTVFXI/AAAAAAAAAdw/WiADUhc4WOY/s640/leschiens.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/Syt5TosUujI/AAAAAAAAAd4/k1YuUF6d3pU/s1600-h/leschiens2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/Syt5TosUujI/AAAAAAAAAd4/k1YuUF6d3pU/s640/leschiens2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5)French picture book:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Oh, is the cover and premise soooooo darling? It roughly translates to "The Dogs Do Not Brush Their Teeth" but it sounds so much cooler in French. And the back of the book is possibly even more adorable. I don't know why I but I am super obsessed with French children's books. "Loulou" is one of my absolute faves and is about a wolf which meets a rabbit for the very first time and they decide to be friends but then complications ensue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/Syt6H5q-txI/AAAAAAAAAeA/vBwKhhnwcIw/s1600-h/herend.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/Syt6H5q-txI/AAAAAAAAAeA/vBwKhhnwcIw/s640/herend.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6)Herend anything:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;But in particular, this owl which is from their Kingdom collection. But seriously, if someone got me something from Herend, I wouldn't play choosey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/Syt6ieFddnI/AAAAAAAAAeI/x3VPH1xuJHk/s1600-h/orange.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/Syt6ieFddnI/AAAAAAAAAeI/x3VPH1xuJHk/s640/orange.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/Syt637Fbm2I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/CbGx5hkNoDw/s1600-h/orange2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/Syt637Fbm2I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/CbGx5hkNoDw/s640/orange2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;7)Because I wanna be a douchebag:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;What? You think my dog's going to settle for a stepless dwelling? Do you see how far that kennel is raised off the ground?!? My precious perfect might actually have to use her legs to step down that far. Sheesh, some people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So, what are your xmas ultimatums?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57635251349293859-7379945968225377011?l=camboncambon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camboncambon.blogspot.com/feeds/7379945968225377011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=57635251349293859&amp;postID=7379945968225377011&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57635251349293859/posts/default/7379945968225377011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57635251349293859/posts/default/7379945968225377011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camboncambon.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-i-want-for-xmas.html' title='All I Want For Xmas...'/><author><name>Kelly Cambon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/Sx5Fz_NjR1I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/bH_NRGWlURw/S220/Heartcambon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/Syt0gpy3V6I/AAAAAAAAAdA/PRdHwd4dHno/s72-c/lanvinboots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57635251349293859.post-5059173863457338299</id><published>2009-12-17T02:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T02:01:47.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Good...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Oh dear lord, I need that ring! &lt;i&gt;And&lt;/i&gt; that coat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/splash/set?.embedder=1200453&amp;amp;.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=14347732"&gt;&lt;img alt="Splash" border="0" height="640" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFnJGY1hOZVRxM2hHRXh1d1dWRUVYcVEAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="Splash" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/splash/set?.embedder=1200453&amp;amp;.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=14347732"&gt;Splash&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?.embedder=1200453&amp;amp;.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=1200453"&gt;kellycambon&lt;/a&gt; featuring &lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/fendi_shoes/shop?brand=Fendi&amp;amp;category_id=41"&gt;Fendi shoes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&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/57635251349293859-5059173863457338299?l=camboncambon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camboncambon.blogspot.com/feeds/5059173863457338299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=57635251349293859&amp;postID=5059173863457338299&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57635251349293859/posts/default/5059173863457338299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57635251349293859/posts/default/5059173863457338299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camboncambon.blogspot.com/2009/12/ive-been-good.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Good...'/><author><name>Kelly Cambon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/Sx5Fz_NjR1I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/bH_NRGWlURw/S220/Heartcambon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57635251349293859.post-3656238316010939840</id><published>2009-12-17T01:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T02:02:38.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oooh You Sexy Bunny...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;I'm a &lt;b&gt;Polywhore&lt;/b&gt;, so &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;sue&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/you_sexy_bunny/set?.embedder=1200453&amp;amp;.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=14347830"&gt;&lt;img alt="You Sexy Bunny" border="0" height="640" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFmluc3o3T2JxM2hHT0YxZURObENWMmcAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="You Sexy Bunny" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/you_sexy_bunny/set?.embedder=1200453&amp;amp;.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=14347830"&gt;You Sexy Bunny&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?.embedder=1200453&amp;amp;.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=1200453"&gt;kellycambon&lt;/a&gt; featuring &lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/christian_louboutin_shoes/shop?brand=Christian+Louboutin&amp;amp;category_id=41"&gt;Christian Louboutin shoes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&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/57635251349293859-3656238316010939840?l=camboncambon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camboncambon.blogspot.com/feeds/3656238316010939840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=57635251349293859&amp;postID=3656238316010939840&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57635251349293859/posts/default/3656238316010939840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57635251349293859/posts/default/3656238316010939840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camboncambon.blogspot.com/2009/12/oooh-you-sexy-bunny.html' title='Oooh You Sexy Bunny...'/><author><name>Kelly Cambon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/Sx5Fz_NjR1I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/bH_NRGWlURw/S220/Heartcambon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57635251349293859.post-3010631843070902174</id><published>2009-12-15T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T23:59:45.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Up, Doc?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/SyiSmyJjZBI/AAAAAAAAAco/Sb-WR0QeOFM/s1600-h/alexapeacock.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/SyiSmyJjZBI/AAAAAAAAAco/Sb-WR0QeOFM/s640/alexapeacock.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Remember those fabulous bunny ears featured in the Louis Vuitton Fall 2009 show? Well, my good friend, &lt;b&gt;Alexa Peacock&lt;/b&gt;, had a pair made for a recent christmas shindig. The wind was being an arse and making them sway a bit, but Alexa managed to make them work regardless. Fashion : 1, nature : 0.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/SyiS-P6ks9I/AAAAAAAAAcw/Cl4caBSsS-I/s1600-h/alexapeacock2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/SyiS-P6ks9I/AAAAAAAAAcw/Cl4caBSsS-I/s640/alexapeacock2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/57635251349293859-3010631843070902174?l=camboncambon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camboncambon.blogspot.com/feeds/3010631843070902174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=57635251349293859&amp;postID=3010631843070902174&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57635251349293859/posts/default/3010631843070902174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57635251349293859/posts/default/3010631843070902174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camboncambon.blogspot.com/2009/12/whats-up-doc.html' title='What&apos;s Up, Doc?'/><author><name>Kelly Cambon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/Sx5Fz_NjR1I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/bH_NRGWlURw/S220/Heartcambon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/SyiSmyJjZBI/AAAAAAAAAco/Sb-WR0QeOFM/s72-c/alexapeacock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57635251349293859.post-3744714143345830473</id><published>2009-12-13T03:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T03:42:15.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Read Books. Do you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/SyTSFcq4rlI/AAAAAAAAAcY/ncoWde2Dx7M/s1600-h/alekscambon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/SyTSFcq4rlI/AAAAAAAAAcY/ncoWde2Dx7M/s640/alekscambon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Having downed my sixth latte that day, I was feeling a wee bit jittery when I saw Aleks who looked cool and collected. There is a sort of erudite excellence about her outfit. I particularly like her blazer and her haircut suits her perfectly, don't you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/SyTS5BMFGfI/AAAAAAAAAcg/BengOTnlrjE/s1600-h/aleks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/SyTS5BMFGfI/AAAAAAAAAcg/BengOTnlrjE/s640/aleks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/57635251349293859-3744714143345830473?l=camboncambon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camboncambon.blogspot.com/feeds/3744714143345830473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=57635251349293859&amp;postID=3744714143345830473&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57635251349293859/posts/default/3744714143345830473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57635251349293859/posts/default/3744714143345830473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camboncambon.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-read-books-do-you.html' title='I Read Books. Do you?'/><author><name>Kelly Cambon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/Sx5Fz_NjR1I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/bH_NRGWlURw/S220/Heartcambon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/SyTSFcq4rlI/AAAAAAAAAcY/ncoWde2Dx7M/s72-c/alekscambon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57635251349293859.post-1488412313789177406</id><published>2009-12-13T03:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T03:08:28.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belle du jour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/SyTKoufZgnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/rTO6ut48WTY/s1600-h/lacigale.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/SyTKoufZgnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/rTO6ut48WTY/s640/lacigale.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;My friends and I spent a very dignified Saturday morning at La Cigale Market in Parnell, which always has an abundance of quality food and fabulous coffee. I noticed there seemed to be a rather ridiculous number of stripey shirted people but this young mademoiselle here stood out with her beautiful corsage and delicious brogues. Unfortunately, I scrawled her name on the back of a very scrappy scrap of paper and misplaced it! If this is you, please leave your name in the comments and I sincerely apologise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/SyTK3QmUUfI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/8UQXZq2QQHE/s1600-h/lacigale2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/SyTK3QmUUfI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/8UQXZq2QQHE/s640/lacigale2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/57635251349293859-1488412313789177406?l=camboncambon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camboncambon.blogspot.com/feeds/1488412313789177406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=57635251349293859&amp;postID=1488412313789177406&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57635251349293859/posts/default/1488412313789177406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57635251349293859/posts/default/1488412313789177406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camboncambon.blogspot.com/2009/12/belle-du-jour.html' title='Belle du jour'/><author><name>Kelly Cambon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/Sx5Fz_NjR1I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/bH_NRGWlURw/S220/Heartcambon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/SyTKoufZgnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/rTO6ut48WTY/s72-c/lacigale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57635251349293859.post-3295281533419608986</id><published>2009-12-09T00:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T00:35:05.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here Comes the Sun (sans side boobage, half moons and flip flops!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Everyone simply adores sunny weather. Not me. What I cannot stand about excessively sunny weather is how the rays seem to bring out an abundance of sideboobage, half moons (exposure of lower part of butt cheeks when extremely short shorts are worn) and of course, knowing Auckland, flip flops. Today was one of those immensely sunny days. However, much to my surprise, I found a curiously sparse presence of the aforementioned horrors. Here are some super stylish Aucklanders I managed to snap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/Sx9d3oj_OTI/AAAAAAAAAbI/SQiNpmWeBOU/s1600-h/opheliamarycambon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/Sx9d3oj_OTI/AAAAAAAAAbI/SQiNpmWeBOU/s640/opheliamarycambon.jpg" width="413" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/Sx9eXTNgrbI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Zf1clkLC6nQ/s1600-h/opheliamary2cambon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/Sx9eXTNgrbI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Zf1clkLC6nQ/s640/opheliamary2cambon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ophelia&lt;/b&gt; (left) and &lt;b&gt;Mary&lt;/b&gt; (right) look so coordinated, no? They both also have amaaazing hair. It is difficult to discern from the photo but Ophelia has light purplish streaks in her hair and Mary's red tresses are stunning. Ophelia's crop top and floral high waisted shorts are absolutely droolworthy and Mary's ray bans are spectacular.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/Sx9evSHhW7I/AAAAAAAAAbY/0x_QLgK-UWE/s1600-h/alexacambon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/Sx9evSHhW7I/AAAAAAAAAbY/0x_QLgK-UWE/s640/alexacambon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/Sx9fTEAtJSI/AAAAAAAAAbg/skOvQhBs4Xo/s1600-h/alexa2cambon.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/Sx9fTEAtJSI/AAAAAAAAAbg/skOvQhBs4Xo/s640/alexa2cambon.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Who says Aucklanders shy away from colour? My good friend &lt;b&gt;Alexa Peacock &lt;/b&gt;looks darling in this adorable Karen Walker dress.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/Sx9fy-ueipI/AAAAAAAAAbo/AX8ZCv8c-m8/s1600-h/sophiemichelle3cambon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/Sx9fy-ueipI/AAAAAAAAAbo/AX8ZCv8c-m8/s640/sophiemichelle3cambon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/Sx9gPPp_SbI/AAAAAAAAAbw/DPksOyNOhVE/s1600-h/sophiemichellecambon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/Sx9gPPp_SbI/AAAAAAAAAbw/DPksOyNOhVE/s640/sophiemichellecambon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Like Ophelia and Mary, &lt;b&gt;Sophie&lt;/b&gt; (left) and &lt;b&gt;Michelle&lt;/b&gt; (right) look incredibly coordinated. From the side plaits and the sunglasses to the colours of their outfits, everything looks just so.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;So apparently I am not so averse to sunny weather now :-)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57635251349293859-3295281533419608986?l=camboncambon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camboncambon.blogspot.com/feeds/3295281533419608986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=57635251349293859&amp;postID=3295281533419608986&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57635251349293859/posts/default/3295281533419608986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57635251349293859/posts/default/3295281533419608986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camboncambon.blogspot.com/2009/12/here-comes-sun-sans-side-boobage-half.html' title='Here Comes the Sun (sans side boobage, half moons and flip flops!)'/><author><name>Kelly Cambon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/Sx5Fz_NjR1I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/bH_NRGWlURw/S220/Heartcambon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/Sx9d3oj_OTI/AAAAAAAAAbI/SQiNpmWeBOU/s72-c/opheliamarycambon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57635251349293859.post-2439318648934455519</id><published>2009-12-08T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T23:41:10.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Kill People's Lunch Breaks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/Sx9QdkbyPBI/AAAAAAAAAaw/5Kr8Myi3vo4/s1600-h/oliviacambon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/Sx9QdkbyPBI/AAAAAAAAAaw/5Kr8Myi3vo4/s640/oliviacambon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/Sx9T1Gr-tKI/AAAAAAAAAbA/a0k7OR6Hj-c/s1600-h/olivia4cambon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/Sx9T1Gr-tKI/AAAAAAAAAbA/a0k7OR6Hj-c/s640/olivia4cambon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Today I ran into fellow Auckland street style blogger, &lt;b&gt;Olivia Coote&lt;/b&gt;, who was on her lunch break. Instead of being quick and snappy, I wandered around for several minutes deciding on a location thus depriving her of precious lunch break time. Apologies! Olivia was incredibly nice about it and as you can see she has impeccable style! Check out her blog&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aucklandstreetstyle.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;www.aucklandstreetstyle.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/Sx9Q7DfKZLI/AAAAAAAAAa4/18WTqe-E1es/s1600-h/olivia3cambon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/Sx9Q7DfKZLI/AAAAAAAAAa4/18WTqe-E1es/s640/olivia3cambon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/57635251349293859-2439318648934455519?l=camboncambon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camboncambon.blogspot.com/feeds/2439318648934455519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=57635251349293859&amp;postID=2439318648934455519&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57635251349293859/posts/default/2439318648934455519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57635251349293859/posts/default/2439318648934455519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camboncambon.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-kill-peoples-lunch-breaks.html' title='I Kill People&apos;s Lunch Breaks'/><author><name>Kelly Cambon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/Sx5Fz_NjR1I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/bH_NRGWlURw/S220/Heartcambon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/Sx9QdkbyPBI/AAAAAAAAAaw/5Kr8Myi3vo4/s72-c/oliviacambon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57635251349293859.post-7392531659329974770</id><published>2009-12-07T01:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T03:07:52.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Auckland Meteorological Touch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/SxzM9tczo0I/AAAAAAAAAZw/xLNvDUbE2Xc/s1600-h/jonathancambon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/SxzM9tczo0I/AAAAAAAAAZw/xLNvDUbE2Xc/s640/jonathancambon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;If you're a Jafa, you know that Auckland weather goes through about as many mood swings as a hormonal pregnant woman. One minute you are lounging outside on a bench tanning your legs in the glorious sun and then before you know it you are a skank who decided hotpants were appropriate for rainy weather.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Recently, we have had some crazy rain even by Auckland standards and today is only the second of two consecutive days of sunshine. I think people are always better dressed by the second day of consistent sunshine as they are more settled. I met up with my friend, &lt;b&gt;Jonathan Sampson&lt;/b&gt;, for a catch-up coffee and, as always, he looked super fab. The look is summery but the dark cardigan adds a lovely and very Auckland apprehensive flair.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/SxzOA93v74I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/k8L6f6asvxY/s1600-h/jonosjoescambon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/SxzOA93v74I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/k8L6f6asvxY/s640/jonosjoescambon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Of course, I gots to have my &lt;b&gt;shoe porn&lt;/b&gt;. The colour variations are to-die-for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57635251349293859-7392531659329974770?l=camboncambon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camboncambon.blogspot.com/feeds/7392531659329974770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=57635251349293859&amp;postID=7392531659329974770&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57635251349293859/posts/default/7392531659329974770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57635251349293859/posts/default/7392531659329974770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camboncambon.blogspot.com/2009/12/auckland-meteorological-touch.html' title='The Auckland Meteorological Touch'/><author><name>Kelly Cambon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/Sx5Fz_NjR1I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/bH_NRGWlURw/S220/Heartcambon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/SxzM9tczo0I/AAAAAAAAAZw/xLNvDUbE2Xc/s72-c/jonathancambon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57635251349293859.post-3378380669862495592</id><published>2009-12-05T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T22:48:14.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sound of Footsteps</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/SxtQXNpyOAI/AAAAAAAAAZI/9jWE4ugUAUk/s1600-h/elyse.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/SxtQXNpyOAI/AAAAAAAAAZI/9jWE4ugUAUk/s640/elyse.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Hunting for street style is a rather strange process. I rarely see other street style photographers in action so I am really just speaking for myself here. Basically, I lurk about cafes, shops and corners for several hours (without uni my schedule is a vacuum void of anything substantial) and then stop people who happen to have good style and ask for their photos. Usually, I casually walk over and tell them I would like to take their photo for a blog. Today, however, in order to catch a particularly brisk victim, I had to practically sprint over with my heels clacking against the pavement. It looked and sounded awfully stalkerish but &lt;b&gt;Elyse&lt;/b&gt; handled it well and merely remarked, "Oh, I thought I heard someone running after me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/SxtQ7RRCtfI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/xV02UUplazI/s1600-h/elyse2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/SxtQ7RRCtfI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/xV02UUplazI/s640/elyse2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I adore how she has combined a heavy velvet with a semi-sheer and rather floaty dress. The socks with tights is also darling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/SxtRdsA56oI/AAAAAAAAAZY/OboPU5bmsoI/s1600-h/sarahcambon.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/SxtRdsA56oI/AAAAAAAAAZY/OboPU5bmsoI/s640/sarahcambon.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I also met &lt;b&gt;Sarah&lt;/b&gt; who has absolutely divine hair and I am in love with both her scarf and her crisp white shirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Here is the rest of the flawlessness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/SxtSJBESqzI/AAAAAAAAAZg/Kmdr6hD_PjQ/s1600-h/sarah2cambon.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/SxtSJBESqzI/AAAAAAAAAZg/Kmdr6hD_PjQ/s640/sarah2cambon.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/57635251349293859-3378380669862495592?l=camboncambon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camboncambon.blogspot.com/feeds/3378380669862495592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=57635251349293859&amp;postID=3378380669862495592&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57635251349293859/posts/default/3378380669862495592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57635251349293859/posts/default/3378380669862495592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camboncambon.blogspot.com/2009/12/sound-of-footsteps.html' title='Sound of Footsteps'/><author><name>Kelly Cambon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/Sx5Fz_NjR1I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/bH_NRGWlURw/S220/Heartcambon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/SxtQXNpyOAI/AAAAAAAAAZI/9jWE4ugUAUk/s72-c/elyse.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57635251349293859.post-223353685740995107</id><published>2009-12-05T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T22:00:32.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/SxtDhQqBusI/AAAAAAAAAYo/4g7wZAFeIO0/s1600-h/victoriacambon.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/SxtDhQqBusI/AAAAAAAAAYo/4g7wZAFeIO0/s640/victoriacambon.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Whilst lingering about the streets of downtown Auckland, I often feel as though I am drowning in an endless wave of flip flopped, board short clad, singlet topped people. However, fortunately for me, living amongst the dreary masses are fabulous &amp;nbsp;well-coiffed gems like my friend, Victoria Green. She always manages to look stunning and I just had to get a shot of her at my friend's twenty-first. I mean, LOOK at those shoulders! What is even more amazing is that she created those puppies herself! Some people are excessively talented, no?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/SxtGeEOMDlI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2YI2kcC47T0/s1600-h/victoria2cambon.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/SxtGeEOMDlI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2YI2kcC47T0/s640/victoria2cambon.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/57635251349293859-223353685740995107?l=camboncambon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camboncambon.blogspot.com/feeds/223353685740995107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=57635251349293859&amp;postID=223353685740995107&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57635251349293859/posts/default/223353685740995107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57635251349293859/posts/default/223353685740995107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camboncambon.blogspot.com/2009/12/whilst-lingering-about-streets-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly Cambon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/Sx5Fz_NjR1I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/bH_NRGWlURw/S220/Heartcambon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/SxtDhQqBusI/AAAAAAAAAYo/4g7wZAFeIO0/s72-c/victoriacambon.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57635251349293859.post-1028805745643774384</id><published>2009-12-02T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T22:07:45.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waxing Gibbous (current moon phase)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/SxcGwuS55YI/AAAAAAAAAYI/0wuj30ygvMc/s1600-h/watchescambon.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410800911439750530" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/SxcGwuS55YI/AAAAAAAAAYI/0wuj30ygvMc/s400/watchescambon.jpg" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="356" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/SxcGwSoHS6I/AAAAAAAAAYA/64Hvp6qnbMo/s1600-h/watches2cambon.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410800904012516258" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/SxcGwSoHS6I/AAAAAAAAAYA/64Hvp6qnbMo/s400/watches2cambon.jpg" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Too much time on my wrists&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; My ex-boyfriend, a German, had been gifted one too many watches accompanied by the “oh, but you’re German, you guys love punctuality!” To show everyone he had a sufficient number of watches, he wore them all at once. By the way, it’s a good idea to use broken watches for this one because the ticking can drive you and your surroundings frigging INSANE. Trust me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraph" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410800592738670722" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/SxcGeLCpWII/AAAAAAAAAX4/LlTAbsSqjGo/s400/Heartcambon.jpg" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'American Typewriter', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'American Typewriter', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'American Typewriter', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'American Typewriter', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'American Typewriter', serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraph"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;We&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;aring your heart on your… face?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am loving hearts in all forms at the moment particularly on my face. One evening, I decided to draw a random heart over my beauty spot using pencil eyeliner and it is now basically imprinted on my face at all hours of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410800372135438770" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/SxcGRVOvKbI/AAAAAAAAAXw/UEaV_e45fiI/s400/Studdedcollarcambon.jpg" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraph"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;White collar, blue collar, studded collar&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; I saw an amazing/beautiful/gorgeous/tremendous/inspiring pic on the Sartorialist and now cannot get enough of studded collars. Unfortunately, it is quite difficult to find a large variety of studs. I got mine from Centrepoint and had to pay a whopping $2 per stud. Seriously? Personally, I would go for the conical shaped ones but I could not find them. Darkness and despair...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="300" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410799949023420706" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/SxcF4tA-ISI/AAAAAAAAAXo/H8Y-iw2Wd48/s400/lingeriecambon.jpg" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="400" /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraph"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Lingerie lovelies&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; If you have seen any of the SS10 shows, you know that this season is all about sheer and lingerie. I really adore this trend. At the moment, I am obsessed with garters and silk slips with lace trim. I think they look stunning paired with more conservative looks such as knit jumpers or gingham à la Christopher Kane. A couple weeks ago, I invested in a pair of black satin French knickers and wear them around everywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="300" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410799688284364450" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/SxcFphr73qI/AAAAAAAAAXg/pxkhZR56JA8/s400/nailscambon.jpg" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="400" /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraph"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Two-tone nails&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; For indecisive people, I highly recommend this option. When I go to get my nails done, I always find myself in some sort of dilemma- shall I choose lilac or maroon? Well, why not both!? I think it’s quite refreshing but some people say it is just plain weird. Being the embodiment of wit and class, I usually snap back with a “I know you are but what am I?” Yup, I am that good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So, what is your &lt;i&gt;waxing gibbous?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraph"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57635251349293859-1028805745643774384?l=camboncambon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camboncambon.blogspot.com/feeds/1028805745643774384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=57635251349293859&amp;postID=1028805745643774384&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57635251349293859/posts/default/1028805745643774384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57635251349293859/posts/default/1028805745643774384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camboncambon.blogspot.com/2009/12/waxing-gibbous-current-moon-phase.html' title='Waxing Gibbous (current moon phase)'/><author><name>Kelly Cambon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/Sx5Fz_NjR1I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/bH_NRGWlURw/S220/Heartcambon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOoJ3WYU5bc/SxcGwuS55YI/AAAAAAAAAYI/0wuj30ygvMc/s72-c/watchescambon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
