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If you're going to do it, then do it like these ladies. Katie Holmes has never looked so fabulous walking into to a CAA meeting nor Penelope Cruz looked so street smart walking out of a hair salon. Working girls, we can do this! Don't miss any opportunity to strut yourself!
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The Modern Girl Must Have is the Spanking New Apple iPhone!
This is the next big tech breakthrough. This one device holds phone numbers, calendars, music, video, pictures, and full capacity internet-you can even download youtube right in the pal of your hand. David Pogue at New York Times has this fun to watch video about how great the new iPhone is. But like the first versions of iPod, you might want to watch for the tech work to work out a few major problems. The battery has to be changed by Apple after about two years and there is no means of enlarging the phone's capacity.
For now if you're not living in New York or San Fran, you'll be waiting. Oh wait, people in New York & San Fran are waiting-that is on the streets!
David Pogue at the New York Times:
Danish designer Malene Helbak adds color to her fresh ceramic wares. Simplicity Rules!
Thanks to Print & Pattern for the discovery!
Airstream might not have once had the image of Glam but some things have changed.
In 2005, Matthew McConaughey swept across the states in his custom Airstream to promote his just released film, Sahara. So what has happened in the world of Airstream two years later? Design within Reach teamed with Airstream. Check out what high end style & a $49,066 will get you:
In addition to all the built in electronics (halogen lighting, Sony Soundsystem & TV), kitchen (cooktop, fridge, faucets) and stylish storage, the DWR Airstream is outfitted with the following Design Within Reach products:
• A Nelson Ball Clock.
• Four place-settings of Heller Dinnerware.
• Tom Dixon's Wire Coatrack
• A pair of Tripolina Chairs.
• Maharam Pillows.
The trailer comes with everything, including bed linens. Available through Airstream dealers.
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Paris Hilton's time in jail cost the Californian taxpayers reportedly $1,899.00 a day. Multiply that by 23 days & court costs and it sounds like the bottom line cost for a typical celeb vacation! MSNBC has this to add:
The hotel heiress will complete her probation in March 2009 as long as she keeps her driver’s license current and doesn’t break any laws. She can reduce that time by 12 months if she does community service that could include a public-service announcement, the city attorney’s office has said.
During her stay at the Lynwood facility, Hilton was mostly confined to a solitary cell in the special needs unit away from the other 2,200 inmates.
After spending only three days there, she was released to home confinement by Sheriff Lee Baca for an unspecified medical condition that he later said was psychological.
The following day, Superior Court Judge Michael T. Sauer, who sentenced the hotel heiress, called her back into court and ordered her returned to jail, saying he had not condoned her release.
Hilton left the courtroom in tears calling for her mother and shouting, “It’s not right!”
She was then taken to the downtown Twin Towers jail, which houses men and the county jail’s medical treatment center, where she underwent medical and psychiatric exams to determine where she should be confined.
Paris walks away from jail a changed girl. Although, the best bit of luck might be that the Learning Annex has offered Paris $1 million dollars to teach a one hour class titled "How to build your brand." It seems that some of her old luck is returning. Why can't we all be so lucky?
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Modern Girl needs to rock into Monday. If you had a lousy weekend like the boy didn't call back, you got into a fight with your boyfriend/husband, or any other man related problems, remember what the Pussycat Dolls would say:
I don't need a man to make it happen!
I don't need a man to make me feel good, I get up & do my own thing!
I don't need a ring around my finger to make me complete!
Rock it Today! Make this Monday happen!
When a Modern Girl can help out, she does. I received this email asking for a bit of help. Hence the start of ASK A MODERN GIRL. If you got questions, send them in! moderngirlstyle@gmail.com
Dear Modern Girl,
My name is Stan. I thought you might have some good insight on this issue. I met a really attractive and intelligent woman at a party a few weeks ago. It was a public event at an art gallery. We had been talking for a good half hour and really seemed to be hitting it off. Then, things suddenly went downhill. I commented that she had a nice, full, hourglass figure. I thought she would take it as a compliment. Instead, she became deeply offended. She snapped, "Oh really....well perhaps I should do some plus size modeling!", and then she slapped my face and departed. Needless to say, it was not my proudest moment ;-)
She had the classic figure of a 50's pinup - large bust, narrow waist, shapely hips/legs. I guess she had interpreted "hourglass" as meaning big/overweight/full figured. I just thought it meant shapely and well proportioned. Also, I'm wondering if she may have been hypersensitive about her figure to begin with. She was part Vietnamese and most women of that ethnic background tend to be petite. She may have always felt awkward about being so voluptuous.
My buddies had watched the scene unfold and were laughing hysterically. When I told them what I had said they shook their heads and said it was never a good idea to comment on a woman's figure, even if I thought it was complimentary. What are your thoughts on this?
What a story! Ask a Modern Girl gets down to business to dish out the truth. My thoughts are as followed:
Dear Stan,
It sounded like you had a rough night! I've got four thoughts that I want to share with you. I hope it serves to improve your love life in the future. Here goes:
- A woman should NEVER slap anyone! Bizarre?! How awful to have received that treatment while attending an art opening. She sounds like an ill-mannered monster. I might caution you to look for ladies not tigers.
- This is one mark against you, Stan. Don’t tell a girl you like her body off the bat unless you’re at a swinger’s club or worse. At an art gallery, it’s not appropriate. The art of seduction is alive & well. Comments that sound straight out to get a woman in bed are the sure signs of a confident man and a player. So, always skip comments on a woman's body altogether. I think you need to redefine your pick-up moves. Your assignment is to get a copy of this book & read it: THE PICK-UP ARTIST HANDBOOK by Neil Strauss
- On the Calling a Woman Womanly. To each his own, right? I have to say I love being called beautiful, well-defined, shapely, womanly.... But, that is by my boyfriend. If I had been that woman in the gallery, I would have laughed, thanked you, and been on my way. You struck a real nerve with this gal & hence the slap! In private spaces, women loved to be celebrated for their curves, hips, dips, boobs, and more. In the public eye, the 50’s pin-up figure hasn’t been in style since, well...since the fifties! Anna Nicole Smith was the only woman that looked sexy large & that was because she understood what men loved. Not many women have dared to tread where A. Smith went. Now most women want that Paris Hilton, Nicole Richie thing. Like I said, to each his own.
- Next Time. Don’t let your buddies set you up! It sounds like you boys were out on the hunt for a good time! Hey, us girl’s get like that too. Lots of fun for us, but maybe not so much fun for the victim. But, hey, that’s the game isn’t it! Live & learn!
Good luck Sam! If anyone, boy or girl, has got questions, Modern Girl has got answers. Drop a line! moderngirlstyle@gmail.com
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Life might be more than what meets the eye but it certainly can’t surpass chocolate meeting the mouth! In sugarcoated goodness, Carole Matthews’s eleventh novel, The Chocolate Lovers’ Club, is a delectable romp through the hectic and unpredictable lives of four very special women that understand the mystical healing powers of chocolate.
Meet NY Times Bestselling Author Carole Matthews
Can’t stand a cheating boyfriend or a romantically dead husband –follow Lucy Lombard, founder of the Chocolate Lovers’ Club, Autumn, Chantal, and Nadia to Chocolate Heaven where the girls swap stories and share chocolate truffles like all best friends enjoy. This is a non-stop read that will work off calories in all the twists and turns of the book. As every Modern Girl will agree, Forget Diamonds-Chocolate is a girl’s best friend!
Like stumbling into the secret location of Chocolate Heaven, Modern Girl Style bumps into Carole Matthews to ask a few questions about chocolate, writing, and women who flash their panties to the press!
1. I swear I was gaining weight by just reading about chocolate truffles, candy bars, cakes and more. How serious was your research into the world of chocolate? Is Chocolate Heaven based on a real place? If so, could you immediately fax directions to Modern Girl Style?
I spent a year researching my favourite foodstuff – how hard was that?? It turned my mild passion for chocolate into a complete addiction! There’s nothing I can’t tell you about chocolate. Chocolate Heaven is, unfortunately, a fictitious place – but I think if I ever give up being a novelist then I’m going to open my own chocolate café and shop.
2. Do you think a woman’s choice in chocolate can tell you about her character? If so, what is your favorite chocolate and what do you think that might tell others about you?
Again, before my research, I’d eat any old thing (still will!) but now I do have an appreciation for fine chocolate. My current favourite is Lindt 55% Cuban chocolate – yum. Good chocolate is now much easier to get hold of. I think it tells people that I am capable of being selective when it comes to chocolate – yeah right!
3. Socialites and celebrities have been defining their place in society in a very different nature than that of their mothers and grandmothers. What do you think about women today that hire male escorts, star in love videos, and flash their panties to the press?
I’m of an age where it shocks me terribly – maybe that’s to do with being British too! I hate how someone can become famous simply by going out half-dressed. I’d like to see a return to women being more feminine. Equality doesn’t have to mean behaving as badly or even worse than men. Just because some of my characters behave badly – and they do - it doesn’t mean that I always approve!
4. You’ve been writing novels for over ten years, Modern Girl Style has to know if writing your last novel was easier than writing your first novel?
I don’t think it gets any easier with time – each book has its different difficulties. I guess the only comfort comes in knowing that I’ve now got a bank of skills behind me now that will help me to get through the sticky bits rather than throw my hands up in defeat…
5. How can one mention diet and chocolate in the same sentence? Can you give us a hint about your next novel, The Chocolate Lovers’ Diet? Why couldn’t you stay away from the characters in The Chocolate Lovers’ Club?
When I got to the end of The Chocolate Lovers’ Club, I just couldn’t walk away from my ‘girl’s’ – they had so many issues still to deal with. Hence the sequel. This is the first time that I’ve written a book that features the relationship between four women and I really enjoyed the dynamics between them. The book was a lot of fun to write and now that I’ve finished The Chocolate Lovers’ Diet, I’m thinking that there might be another one to come…
Bonus Question!!!
Do you have a list of hotels, cities, or countries that you dream to visit? If so, name one place that you might describe as your dream vacation.
My partner, Lovely Kev, and I travel a lot. There are an awful lot of places on my wish list! In recent years we’ve been to Nepal, China, Ecuador, The Galapagos Islands and the Arctic Circle to name a few! This year we’re taking cycling holidays in France and Mexico. I would LOVE to go to Antarctica, but it involves a three day journey by ship over some of the roughest sea in the world – not being a natural sailor, I think I might need to be sedated for that. If I couldn’t do that I’d like to go to Bhutan.
The Chocolate Lover's Club isn't available in the USA until 2008. Don't let that stop you! She has got a shelf of books available. Her novels are the perfect blend of bitter & sweet, tears & joy, and work & play. She has got a book for every mood. Hmmm.....now which one? It's so hard to pick! Here's a list to get you started:
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Chapter One
Hit me again,’ I say.
Eyebrows are raised. ‘Are you sure?’
‘I can handle it.’
‘You can overdose on this,’ he warns. ‘Even you, a hardened user.’
‘Never.’ I smile.
In times of crisis, my drug of choice is single plantation Madagascar. There is nothing – absolutely nothing – that it fails to cure. This is the remedy for anything from a broken heart to a headache and I’ve had plenty of both in my time, I can tell you.
‘Bring it on, boy.’ I nod solemnly and my dealer hands over my drugs, making me sigh with relief. Chocolate. Mmm. Mmm. Mmm. Lovely, lovely, creamy, sweet, delicious chocolate. I just can’t get enough of it.
Biting into the first chocolate I feel its warm, comforting taste starts to edge through my pain. There are times when chocolate really is the answer to all of your prayers.
‘Better?’
‘Getting there,’ I say with a wan smile.
‘The posse will be here soon and then you’ll be okay.’
‘I know. Thanks, Clive. You’re a saviour.’
‘All part of the service, dear.’ He high-fives me in a very camp way – but then he’s gay, so he’s allowed.
Taking my stash, I find a sofa in the corner, sighing again as my weary bones start to relax. Breathing in the strong, heady vanilla scent, I feel my head starting to clear.
I’m not alone in my desires. Oh no. I’m part of a small but perfectly-formed sect that we’ve christened The Chocolate Lovers’ Club. We have just four members in our guilty gang and we meet here at Chocolate Heaven as often as we can. This place is an addict’s paradise – the equivalent of the opium den for the chocoholic. It’s tucked away in a little, cobbled back street in a salubrious area of London, but I’m not going to say where, because then my secret would be out and hordes of wide-eyed, craving women would descend on our special place and spoil it. It’s like when you discover a great holiday destination – miles and miles of deserted, white beaches, intimate little restaurants and nite-spots: then you tell everyone about it and how fabulous it is and next year it’s been swamped by unwashed masses of people on Easyjet flights and you can’t move on the beach for fat, bloated bodies in beaded sarongs from Matalan and ghetto-blasters. All the intimate little restaurants now serve sausage and chips and the nite-spots offer half-price drinks and have foam machines. For now though, Chocolate Heaven is the haunt of the chosen few and long may it remain so. I let my head drop back and score once more, popping another divine chocolate into my mouth with yet another heartfelt sigh.
I’m Lucy Lombard and I suppose I’m the founder member because I’m the lucky soul who found Chocolate Heaven first. Today, an ad-hoc meeting of The Chocolate Lovers’ Club has been hastily convened. If any one of us texts – CHOCOLATE EMERGENCY – we all try to drop whatever we’re doing and run for our sanctuary. It’s the equivalent of telling an on-call doctor that his heart patient has just flat-lined. This time I’m the one who’s called the meeting. Wait until I tell my best girls what’s happened - they won’t believe it. Or maybe they will.
Autumn is the first to arrive. As I finish my last chocolate, she bursts through the door with a frown on her face. ‘Are you okay?’ she asks breathlessly. Autumn Fielding is one of life’s carers.
‘Marcus. Again,’ I offer. Marcus is supposed to be my dearly-beloved boyfriend - but more of that later.
She tuts sympathetically in return.
Many moons ago, I used to come in here alone and skulk in the corner. I don’t really like eating in front of other people and I particularly don’t like to be watched when I’m eating chocolate. I suspect druggies don’t like to be watched as they mainline their heroin – there’s something slightly sleazy about being observed while taking part in your particular perversion. Unless your particular perversion is being watched, I suppose. I don’t actually drool – but I sort of feel that I look as if I do. And, I think you’ll agree, that’s best done in private.
It was during one of my many solo visits that I met Autumn. There wasn’t one spare seat in the place except the one next to me, so she plonked herself down and we hit it off immediately. But then I don’t think anyone would not like Autumn – as long as you don’t mind people who can’t help being constantly nice. A small word of caution though. Parents be warned if you’re going to call your daughter Autumn, she will grow up to have unnaturally curly red hair and will invariably vote for the Green Party – just as this Autumn does.
Autumn is a dark chocolate person. In whatever shape or assortment it comes. I think in the world of chocolate psychology – and I’m sure there is one – it would perhaps indicate that she’s hiding her dark side. Autumn nibbles her chocolate – eeking out each piece with a thousand tiny tasting bites which I think makes her feel less guilty about the poor people. She suffers terrible guilt when she feeds her chocolate habit. The rest of us agonise about the amount of calories we’re consuming and how long they’re going to sit on our hips. Autumn agonises about the starving children who have to survive on a bowl of rice every day and can’t even have chocolate – not ever. I don’t worry about starving children – I try to block them out of my vision completely as, quite frankly, I have more than enough stuff to worry about at home.
‘We need hot chocolate to give us a lift,’ Autumn says as she unwinds her scarf – no doubt hand-knitted by some poor Mexican teenager earning a quid a year in a filth-ridden slum. I eat another chocolate to make myself feel better.
‘Clive,’ I shout over the counter to our friend and supplier. ‘The others will be here soon. What about getting some hot chocolate on the go for us?’
‘Will do,’ he says and bustles into action.
Then Nadia arrives. She comes and gives me a hug and looks deeply into my eyes. ‘He’s not good for you.’
‘I know.’ We all know. She didn’t even need to ask who was the cause of my crisis. It’s always Marcus. ‘I’ve just ordered hot chocolate.’
Nadia Stone was the next person to come along to take our cosy couple to the realms of a gang. She arrived one lunchtime at Chocolate Heaven looking stressed and tearful before ordering a wide selection of goodies from Tristan with more haste than good taste. Both Autumn and I empathised with that as we have been there a million times ourselves. It was only right that we took her under our wing right there and then.
Autumn and I had already slipped into the habit of meeting up at least once a week – twice if our stress levels warranted it. Now we all have a sort of rolling arrangement.
Nadia is the only one among us who is a mother. She has a demanding three-year-old – aren’t they all? Her son’s called Lewis and nights after night without proper sleep were the main reason for her tears, but things are better now. Lewis sleeps through the night on enough occasions to allow Nadia to function in the real world.
Nadia is not discerning in her choice of chocolate. She says she enjoys anything. Sometimes I wonder if Nadia enjoys her chocolate at all – she says it’s her only respite, but she seems to wolf it down without tasting it. A sin in my book. If you have an addiction, you should at least be able to savour it. Nadia eats her chocolate for comfort – along with ninety-nine per cent of the female population I should imagine. Like me, she is on the comely side of size ten. She blames it on never regaining her figure after the birth of Lewis. I’d blame it on the fact that she snaffles all of her son’s chocolate before he can get near it. She even admits to licking the chocolate off his digestive biscuits when he’s not looking.
‘I hate the British weather.’ The final member of our foursome to arrive is Chantal. Flopping into her seat, she shakes the rain from her glossy hair.
Originally from sunny California, like Nadia, Chantal Hamilton is also married. She has a fabulously wealthy husband, Ted, who is some kind of financial genius in the City. Chantal is the oldest among us – pushing forty - but is by far the most gorgeous and glamorous. She’s tall, slender, always immaculately groomed, ridiculously beautiful and talented. If she was a horse, she’d be a thoroughbred. Her hair is cut into a sleek, dark bob by one of the top stylists in London – one of those that’s on the telly all the time. There’s never a hair out of place. Chantal is invited into the V.I.P room and gets complimentary champagne with her hairdo. How the other half live. She wears the kind of shoes that make my feet hurt just looking at them and frequents the type of designer boutiques where you require appointments and have sales advisors that would terrify punters with bank accounts within the normal range. Chantal has everything in life – everything but a husband who wants sex with her.
It’s true – in this day and age when we assume everyone is mad for it, Chantal and Ted make love about once a year. Twice if she can get him drunk at Christmas on the lethal combination of vodka and something she calls ‘egg nog’. Sounds hideous. Either Valentine’s Day or her birthday can be counted on as a cert – but the rest is in the lap of the Gods. Chantal wishes it was more to do with Ted’s lap.
Despite her good breeding and high-class image, Chantal is also an indiscriminate chocolate eater who refuses to admit that she is a chocolate addict. Our American friend insists that she has a sweet tooth. I’d call that deep denial.
‘So
why are we here?’ Chantal wants to know. ‘You should have seen the
butt on the photographer I just had to blow off.’ Chantal has ways
other than chocolate of dealing with her husband’s lack of desire to
exert his conjugal rights. Not to put too fine a point on it, she
prefers to blow her photographers rather than blow them off. ‘It had better be good.’
‘It’s not,’ I say, morosely.
Clive brings over a tray laden down with four glasses of steaming hot chocolate topped with whipped cream and shavings of milk chocolate. He puts it down on the low coffee table in our midst. A curl of steam rises into the air. It looks just the thing to warm our cold toes – and to soothe my broken heart.
‘I’ve made some feuillantines,’ he tells us with a dramatic raising of his eyes heavenwards indicating bliss. ‘Thin slivers of wafer flavoured with ginger, clove, nutmeg and cinnamon.’ We coo our approval. ‘You have to try them.’ Quite frankly, who are we to argue?
‘Here we go, ladies.’ There is a collective, appreciative and audible sigh of relief as I dish out the glasses to my grateful cohorts.
My fellow club members and I snuggle down into the soft, deep sofas. We sip the hot chocolate in unison and sigh collectively.
‘Well?’ Chantal says.
Autumn already has a ring of chocolate round her mouth and is wide-eyed with expectation.
I look round at the circle of my good friends. ‘Are you sitting comfortably, ladies?’ They all nod at me and we simultaneously reach for a thick, chocolately feuillantine. ‘Then let me begin...’
Chapter Two
She who eats chocolate must workout – it’s one of the first rules of the universe.
So, on Tuesday evenings I go to a yoga class. I finish the last bite of my Mars Bar and throw the wrapper in the bin. It’s six o’clock and I’m hauling my gym bag from under my desk with the hope of making a prompt escape.
I’m currently working at Targa – a computer company which specialises in data recovery – whatever that might be. All I know is that I work here more frequently than anywhere else in my role as a temporary secretary, thoroughly wasting the 2:2 in Media Studies that I struggled so hard to get – despite the fact that everyone views it as a ‘nonsense’ degree. Targa has endemic levels of stress, sickness and the deployment of duvet days. I think some of my colleagues would benefit from going to my yoga class more than I do. Whenever anyone falls pregnant they seem to find a reason to sack the poor, unfortunate woman, so I’ve done more than my fair share of maternity cover over the last few years. Employment legislation means nothing here. One of the few reasons that I like working at Targa is that it’s perilously close to Chocolate Heaven and, if I’m brisk, I can nip there in my lunch hour. My current job is to cater for the wide and varying whims of six assorted salesmen, under the eagle eye of sales manager, Mr Aiden Holby.
‘Hi there, Gorgeous,’ Aiden Holby says as he passes my desk. ‘Off to put your legs behind your neck tonight?’
Targa is a very politically incorrect company too. Sexual harassment and general abuse of the staff are regularly encouraged – mainly because it’s the only form of relief from the constant stress. An ability to flirt outrageously and encompass a wide vocabulary of offensive language are both necessary requirements of recruitment.
‘Yes. Yoga beckons.’
‘What I wouldn’t give to see you bending over in one of those tight little Lycra leotards.’
‘Yeah?’
He holds up his hand. ‘Don’t interrupt me. I’m having a male moment.’
‘Dream on,’ I tell him as I head for the door.
‘I’m having a drink later with the guys at the Space bar,’ he says, turning up his hundred kilowatt smile. ‘Join us.’
‘Can’t. But thanks.’
‘I’ll buy you some of that chocolate vodka you’re so fond of.’
It’s tempting. There’s only one thing that can count as better than chocolate and that’s a chocolate/alcohol combo. ‘I’d better give it a miss,’ I say, trying to be virtuous.
‘I was hoping to get you drunk so that you’d seduce me.’
‘You couldn’t afford that much vodka.’
He laughs softly. ‘Goodnight, Gorgeous. See you tomorrow.’
Aiden always addresses me as ‘Gorgeous’, but I’m not sure whether it’s because he does, in fact, think I’m gorgeous, or because they’ve had so many temps through the office that one generic name fits us all. Saves all that pesky remembering. I don’t, however, call him gorgeous – even though he is. Aiden Holby is possessed of a rare charm. All the female members of staff - particularly those of a certain age and of an impressionable disposition - think he’s fab. He’s tall, dark and ridiculously handsome. The fact that he’s got an irrepressibly cheeky smile and naughty twinkling eyes hasn’t exactly escaped my attention either. I do occasionally find myself talking in glowing terms about Mr Aiden Holby at The Chocolate Lovers’ Club and the girls have duly nicknamed him ‘Crush’. Not that I have a crush on my boss - not really. It’s just a slightly exaggerated appreciation of his skills in the workplace, his charm and his rather obvious rugged good looks. Besides, while Mr Aiden ‘Crush’ Holby is a resolutely single man, I am a woman in a committed, long-term relationship. I’m loyal to Marcus to the nth degree – even though my friends at the Chocolate Lovers’ Club quite often point out that my loyalty is entirely misguided.
Copyright © 2007 Carole Matthews
Not ready to give up chocolate? Okay, don't but please think about your health. Beach Cruisers are the perfect means to having your chocolate & eating it too. Look like a leisured lady on any of of these awesome beach bikes.
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A visual index of art & fashion inspired by chocolate. Remember, anything goes. Be prepared to be shocked.
“I wanted to work with the tradition of self-portraiture but also with the classical bust…I had the idea that I would make a replica of myself in chocolate and in soap, and I would feed myself with my self, and wash myself with my self. Both the licking and the bathing are quite gentle and loving acts, but what’s interesting is that I’m slowly erasing myself through the process. So for me it’s about that conflict, that love/hate relationship we have with our physical appearance, and the problem I have with looking in the mirror and thinking, ‘Is that who I am?’”
— Janine Antoni
Detail of Lick & Lather
Chocolate Fashion
Chocolate Pumas
158lb cast of Brad Pitt in Chocolate
Chocolate Kama Sutra
Chocolate Animals
Real Chocolate Controversy!
Chocolate Jesus By George Heslop, England
On Good Friday, George Heslop will be busy at the gallery creating a near life-size sculpture of Jesus on the Cross… made entirely out of chocolate.
For Heslop, who created his first Chocolate Crucifix a couple of years ago, this will be the first time he has tackled one of the World's best-known religious icons, in chocolate, full-scale.
It's a sculpture that is, at the very least, guaranteed to be an 'in your face' representation of Easter. But according to Heslop's statement it's more than just that:
"Just look at all those chocolate eggs, bunnies and hearts all expertly wrapped and packaged with the loving hands of confectionary giants," says Heslop.
-BBC
My Sweet Lord by Cosimo Cavallaro
The sculpture was to debut Monday evening, the day after Palm Sunday and just four days before Roman Catholics mark the crucifixion of Jesus Christ on Good Friday. The final day of the exhibit was planned for Easter Sunday.
The artwork was created from more than 200 pounds of milk chocolate, and features Christ with his arms outstretched as if on an invisible cross. Unlike the typical religious portrayal of Christ, the Cavallaro creation does not include a loincloth.
- Associated Press, March 30, 07
Keeping Chocolate & Art at an easier to digest level, Artist Prudence Emma Staite.
Her life sized edible room. Even the wallpaper is made of chocolate.
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Chocolate Artist, Janine Antoni
Chocolate Fashion #1, #2, #3
Chocolate Puma
Chocolate Brad Pitt
Chocolate Kama Sutra
Chocolate Animals-Frog, Mice, Bunny
Chocolate Jesus # 1 & #2
Chocolate Artist, Prudence Emma Staite
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