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The GMAT girl and why I scored (only) 760

Fri, 23 Dec 2011 06:07:00 +0000

Disclaimer: By using the word "only" in the title of this post, I do not intend to convey that on the Graduate Management Admission Test (GMAT), 760 is a low score. It's a phenomenal score, as anyone in the GMAT/MBA sphere will testify. The only reason why I've called 760 as "only" is that I had strongly hoped for a 780 (based on my performance in the over 40 practice tests, etc., I took).*********I first heard her voice when I called up at Jetking, Chandigarh a couple of weeks back (to get some information on GMAT). When I kept down the phone, I remember feeling both good and surprised. How can someone talk so nicely? How can someone give you information so politely and sweetly? Wow, I thought.Then I forgot.I heard her the second time when I called up at Jetking a few days back (GMAT, again). I remember feeling good and surprised once again. How in the world can someone be so soft-spoken? Someone whose voice shows so much real concern. I was impressed.Then came the judgment day - 30-Sep-10. I went to Jetking, Chandigarh, and as soon as I saw her, I was like 99% sure that it's her (even before I had heard her voice). She was wearing blue jeans and a green top, and when she asked me to sit on the chair in front of her, I knew it was her. She's one of the sweetest and politest and loveliest females I've ever seen in my life. I won't call her a woman, but she's not a girl either. Perhaps she's what Britney says - Not a Girl, Not Yet a Woman. I was mesmerized, and her concern helped to lower the slight nervousness that had dawned upon me before the test. She looked at names of the five schools I had written on a piece of paper, and gave a childlike surprised gesture. Then, for the next ~4 hours, she helped me in every way a responsible test-administrator should. She would notice on her monitor that my scratchpad is about to finish, and would proactively supply me with a new one (but she never broke a single rule). She helped me through the navigation screens. She probably noticed the weird gestures I emanate whenever I give a test (I tend to do weird-looking actions whenever I'm doing a test), and perhaps thought of me as a madman, but when she printed my Unofficial Score Report, like a child with a curious twinkle in her eyes, like a deer with big, baby-like eyes, she curiously gazed at the Report, and with a gleam in her eyes, she exclaimed "760? Wow!". However, to her dismay - and now I feel sorry for dismaying such a helpful, innocent and nice girl - I gave a repulsive reply that I had expected 780 (to which she apparently didn't know what to say).Then, I reminded myself something and hurriedly left the scene, singing, once again:"But it's time to face the truth, I will never be with you"I'm no painter, and I can't draw her. I can only say that she looked something like each of these five photos.All photos shamelessly copied without permission...Oh, I forgot to write why I (probably) didn't score 780. During the Quantitative section, the test-room was very cold. And I faced quite a lot of difficulty because of this cold and it probably took a toll on my performance. She had probably noticed me shivering because she turned off the air-conditioning system during the break between Quantitative and Verbal, and my Verbal went great![...]

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Fri, 23 Dec 2011 06:06:00 +0000

Though she is Punjabi, Simran Kaur Mundi was born and brought up in Mumbai. She attended Scindia Boarding School. For an Indian girl, Simran is quite tall; 5 feet 10 inches. She used to play basket ball in her college years and used to be a national-level basket ball player. Before joining Pantaloon’s Femina Miss India, Simran Kaur Mundi was working as a guest relation manager with ADlabs.

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Wed, 21 Dec 2011 04:27:00 +0000

40. StanfordStanford girls get an unfair reputation for being bookish and not all that attractive, but if you want to date a future political power player or high profile attorney this is the place to go. And power (not to mention money) is pretty hot.More Stanford University co-eds39. IowaUniversity of Iowa girls are stereotypically innocent and pure of heart, possibly because of all the stereotypical corn they are eating. But then again there’s the old stereotype about the farmer’s daughter … which to believe?More University of Iowa co-eds38. PurduePurdue and Indiana probably should have been tied for this list, but we’ll give the edge to Purdue based on the slightly higher perceived intelligence.More University of Purdue co-eds37. Penn StateThe girls here live in a place called Happy Valley. The name holds up. Plus they can apparently hold things with their feet, which is weirdly awesome.More Penn State co-eds36. OklahomaOklahoma girls clearly know how to dress for a football game. Major points for that.More University of Oklahoma co-eds35. NebraskaWhen even the mascot mentions corn I think you know what you’re getting into here. More with the wholesome and sweet.More University of Nebraska co-eds34. ColoradoHot girls aren’t just attracted to beaches and sunshine, they also love the snow. The University of Colorado has had a ski club since 1933, and it’s the largest collegiate ski club in the country.More University of Colorado co-eds33. North Carolina StateNorth Carolina State suffers in comparison to its rival in Chapel Hill, but it shouldn’t because the girls here are top notch. North Carolina must be a great place to go to school pretty much no matter what college you choose to attend.More North Carolina State co-eds32. MichiganMichigan is one of the finer public schools in the country, so not only will you find some hot girls, she’ll probably be able to hold a conversation with you.More University of Michigan co-eds31. VanderbiltVanderbilt spends much of its time getting pushed around the SEC, what with it being the token “smart” school in the conference, but its women manage to hold their own. You get a particularly wealthy and cultured type of southern girl at Vanderbilt. Also, most of the girls are in sororities, which means they are probably easy and drunk most of the time. Or maybe I’ve watched too many college movies, one or the other.But then again there’s this as proof. (NSFW!! for reals)[...]

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There are only two international universities in Bangladesh. These universities are neither managed and funded by the government, like public universities, nor established under the Private University Act and managed by a private governing body, like private universities. One is established by Organisation of the Islamic Conference and located in Gazipur, Dhaka division while another is located in Chittagong division and funded by Asian University for Women Support Foundation (AUWSF), a United States based non-profit corporation. Bangladeshi university beautiful girls | cute university girls from bangladeshi university.Add caption Indian University Girls Are Very Cute | Beautiful Indian Versity Reader Girls Fatima Jinnah University Girls Photo TogetherIndian University Girls Are Very Cute | Beautiful Indian Versity Reader Girls. India is large country here study opportunity is better than other country. Indiana University is a leading research and teaching institution and one of the best values in public education according to Kiplinger's. Indiana University Bloomington is one of the leading public research universities in the United States and the flagship campus of Indiana University.She is a university girl. She is from Panjab University[...]

Blondes Have More Fun - Or Do They?

Fri, 16 Dec 2011 06:50:00 +0000

I have been platinum blonde/white-haired/albino for the past two years now, with a regular once a month peroxide session (thanks, Jerome Russel). It's been a blast - the allure of a super blonde 'do will never fade, thanks to the likes of Marilyn Monroe and a certain Ms D Harry. However, I picked up this zine from BLEACH hair salon about a month ago, and I haven't been able to tear my eyes away from the colourful pages. (Apologies for the serial killer-esque heavy breathing, I was actually attempting to hold my breath so not to ruin the inspirational content. Alas, that didn't work out.)Obviously, as a sister business to the incredible WAH nail salon, you kinda know that BLEACH was always going to be super cool. The branding is simple and slick - the name, even the typeface used for the logo is a direct Nirvana reference, and subsequently a reminder that in case you hadn't noticed, anyone who was originally 10 years old, 15 years ago, is now dressing as if it were 1992.The salon in East London has been open since last year and the Topshop offshoot has been open for the past few months - dip dye hair has become synonymous with Toppers because every one of their campaign models had been 'Bleached'. At London Fashion Week every other lady had green or pink 'ends', and now every fashionable kid from Dulwich to Dalston is saving their pennies to go and have their standard colour hair transformed into a magical, multi-shade creation.   Clothes by Topshop 'New Age Constellation' collection, Hair by BleachNow, as much as I would love for the hair artiste that is Alex Brownsell to transform my pale locks into something more spectacular, at the moment, pennies do not permit. To be honest, I am always a little bit reserved when it comes to hairdressing; my home peroxide kits have been serving me well at £1.50 a pop.  Step up Stargazer. Yes, the make up brand of emo kids and grungers everywhere has been going for decades, constantly supplying weirdos with every random hair colour a heart could desire. You can even mix them together, if you are brave enough. (And at £5 a bottle, it's a little easier on the pocket, until you can afford a trip to see the professionals!)Basically, I have been threatening to sort out my mono-colour hair for a while now, and this weekend, my platinum days came to an end.In the space of one quick shampoo, I went from angelic albino...  (Yes, that is a signed picture of Fielding and Barratt on my dressing table, what of it?) something slightly more vibrant. I'm calling it 'highlighter chic'.So thanks for the inspiration, BLEACH - hopefully by the time I get bored with the pink I'll be able to leave my hair in your capable hands. Until then, I've got Stargazer and Kurt Cobain for compan[...]

Fri, 16 Dec 2011 06:47:00 +0000

What An Absolute Beginner My newly extended commute has provided me with an extra three hours a day in which to read to my little heart's content. Therefore I have been a loyal patron of Brighton library, which, thankfully, is not the usual Catherine Cookson-stuffed affair that is the norm for Sussex libraries. No, Brighton has a huge selection of great titles which I am on a mission to read (and even self-checkout machines, which thankfully don't screech at you like supermarket ones.) I really enjoy our fortnightly trips to the temple of books, laden down with hardbacks, only to leave weighed down with more.   One of my recent literary adventures has been with Colin MacInnes' 'Absolute Beginners'; a novel that celebrates the teenage empire that was 1959, London in all it's versatile glory and the dangerous race riots on the city streets. I was lured in my the blurb's promise of neon Soho, jazz halls, teenage romance and the culture of one of my favourite eras. On those fronts, Absolute Beginners perfectly captures the zeitgeist; the language, the desires, the dreams of the first ever 'teenagers'. They were a whole new tribe who revelled in both the new-found celebration of their identity, and also the fear that it inspired in 'grown ups'. MacInnes literally takes hold of your coat sleeve and drags you through all of London, in its' Fifties glamour, glitter, dirt and destruction. I loved every second.However, I forgot that this was not my first encounter with the nameless protagonist, his ex-love, Crepe Suzette (Suze) and best gay friend, the Fabulous Hoplite. In fact, whilst sheltering from the rain on the first day of Vintage at Goodwood festival last August, I had stumbled in to the cinema tent, a few minutes in to a showing of Absolute Beginners, the movie. It was a fairly surreal moment; having not a Scooby about the storyline or premise, I couldn't work out whether the film was set in the 80s or the 50s or a weird hybrid of both, what Patsy Kensit was doing singing in the role of Suzette, and why David Bowie was doing a tap dance on a giant typewriter?!Having now read the novel (which is always advisory before watching a cinematic interpretation, in my humble opinion) I think it's time to revisit that crazy movie, and here's a little taster, to inspire you to do the same. You might also like: Watch Out! David Cameron Is After Your Wardrobe! Vintage at Goodwood - Day One Vintage at Goodwood - Day Two! LinkWithin Posted by Georgina Langford (@George_Langford) at 12:20 Labels: absolute beginner, colin macinnes, david bowie 0 comments: Post a Comment Links to this post Create a Link Newer Post Older Post Home Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom) About Glitterbird Georgina Langford (@George_Langford) @George_Langford This is a blog about LIFE.View my complete profile Glitterbird - In Your Inbox Followers Internetual Friends Le BlowHickvilleGem FataleKilling MoonThat's Not My AgeI Am Vintage Lover Blog Archive ▼  2011 (51) ►  December (1) ►  November (1) ►  October (2) ►  September (2) ►  August (4) ►  July (3) ►  June (5) ►  May (5) ▼  April (4) Something Old, Something New...Dave Grohl: We're Not Worthy!What An Absolute BeginnerBlondes Have More Fun - Or Do They? ►  March (7) ►  February (9) ►  [...]

Dave Grohl: We're Not Worthy!

Fri, 16 Dec 2011 06:44:00 +0000

A 90s grunge revival is currently underway in my household, and it is the result of two occurrences:#1. I recently enjoyed a viewing of Wasting Light, the Foo Fighters' documentary movie, which cemented their already-pretty-secure place in my heart.#2. My boyfriend introduced me to the wonders that are Wayne's World and Wayne's World 2. Alright, I know, I'm a nearly 25 year old who hadn't seen Wayne's World yet. Feel free to mock, and then we'll move on. So the combination of the musical and visual enjoyment in these three movies now means my head is filled with a Generation Game style conveyor belt of classic Foos riffs, plaid shirts, 80s hair rock and grunger boys saying 'schwing!' (If like me, you had spent the last 10 years confused by this, ask your brother.)Although I was a little late to the grunge party, one of my first 'proper' gigs was at Earls Court, watching Dave & co. I'd paid through the nose for tout tickets, and had to smash my way back into my flat after the gig, having locked myself out, so it was a pretty memorable night, all in all.One vivid recollection is of naively enjoying the front and centre standing position I had managed to secure, before the first strains of 'Hero' fired up, at which point it felt like the entire crowd was attempting to push past me and join the band on stage. Ladies and gentlemen, I had just experienced my first pit, and it was something of a shock to the system. How times have changed... Anyway, the memory that burns most brightly, is Dave Grohl's astoundingly immense, loveable, funny, loud, perfect stage presence. This man had the crowd suspended by his very guitar strings! A true rock god! And noticeably lacking in cliche rockstar arrogance, with it. What an unbelievable chap he really must be.From then on, the Foo Fighters provided a soundtrack to the most awkward events of my late teens (cheated on your boyfriend? No worries, Dave has written a song called Best of You, all about the relevant subject, that will be played incessantly on radio throughout many a cringey conversation.) Watching Wasting Light, however, reinforced why Dave always knows exactly what to write - he has been there, done that, been in one legendary rock band, felt the pain of a friend's premature death, the come back, with several other legendary rock bands, plus a family he adores. Dave Grohl: The funniest face in rawk. I strongly advise you watch the documentary even if you are not a massive fan (although, in which case, could you please explain yourself?!) Because it's a laugh-a-minute. Even when they are talking about the sad stuff. Because it's the most honest depiction of what being in a rock band is like. Because the guys in the band genuinely love every second of what they do, and are not afraid to show their gratitude to their fans. And, as Wayne and Garth would say, Dave Grohl really is  GL[...]

Something Old, Something New...

Fri, 16 Dec 2011 06:42:00 +0000

It's official. After months of being fairly resilient, I suddenly feel my temperature raised, my heart quicken in pace, and my palms grow clammy with anticipatory excitement. Sad but true - it's a serious case of royal wedding fever. I could wax lyrical about  all number of aspects pertaining to the events of April 29th, but before I start waffling on about tea towels and bunting, this post is dedicated to all things sparkly. That's right, this not-so-fashion-blogger is going to write about jewellery.Now, massive sapphire engagement rings aside (got your M&S rip off version yet?) what I'm most fixated on is the tiara. What diamond delight is Princess Middleton gonna have perched upon her royal bonce when leaving the Abbey? According to one website, there are about 300 for her to pick from in the Royal Family's collection. That's a lot of rocks. Having done some serious research into the matter (cos, y'know, this is a serious matter indeed) I'm particularly favouring the Strathmore Rose tiara, as modelled here by a very sprightly Queen Mother back in the day. How lovely does she look? Scrubs up well for an old flapper. That's the one I would wear, anyway, if it were me. Not that you would catch me marrying William Wales, (delightful a man as I'm sure he is) with those teeth. In true wedding tradition, the tiara would be my 'something borrowed'. My something 'old' would be pretty much anything from Susan Caplan's incomparable vintage selection (although classic 80s Chanel costume might be a little too ghetto, I think a bejewelled bird brooch could work.)  A glitter...bird from Susan Caplan, along with a wonderful vintage Butler and Wilson necklace.   If I was feeling a little bit Madonna circa 'like a virgin' phase, I could get a crucifix ring or three from Regal Rose for my 'something new'. Regal Rose Rings. Try saying that with your mouth full.    And for sheer beautiful wonderment, my 'something blue' would be this:   A preserved butterfly wing from Bjorg, officially my second favourite jewellery brand after long standing love Dominic Jones. Others have pulled a repulsed face at the thought of wearing a dead insect round your neck, but my inner witchy weirdo can't see a problem with it. Especially for a wedding day. Not that I'm getting married, just to clarify once again. Don't get any funny ideas.[...]

My Big Fat Wedding Comedown

Fri, 16 Dec 2011 06:40:00 +0000

Is it possible to go cold turkey from Royal Wedding fever? Along with (most) of the rest of the country, I was severely afflicted by this epidemic on Friday, suspended in a state somewhere between hyper and hysterical up until the Queen decided 'bugger this' and shuffled her family off Buck House balcony. As soon as those French doors closed, their fetching net curtains billowing in the breeze created by a million people screaming, I felt my mental state deteriorate faster than you can drive an Austin Martin from Buckingham Palace to Clarence House (all of 900 metres) And to think, back in November, I hadn't been all that fussed when William Wales announced his engagement to Kate 'The Hair' Middleton. I'd stopped fancying him around the time that Britney Spears stopped being cool. Nice Wheels!But by Friday, I found myself in full, unbridled Royalist mode. I barely slept on Thursday and was up at 6am on the wedding morning, more excited than a kid at Christmas (and frequent readers will know just how much of a big deal that is. They don't call me George 'Three Trees' Langford for nothin'.) I woke my mother up at 8am by calling her just to express my fervent DISGUST at the couple's new titles: The Duke and Duchess of Cambridge?! Why didn't Her Maj just make William 'Earl of Boring' while she was at it? Having rocked up to my in-laws at 9am (we don't own a telly, and I wasn't going to miss an opportunity to watch Tara PT's nose wobble in 32 inch High Definition at their place) we quickly got in the festive spirit. Even my adopted cat got involved. He would have made a good bridesmaid. We then moved venues while the Beeb were doing their first of the 'unnecessary and totally random interviews with a close friend of the couple' bits, which would pepper the day's coverage. Did we really need to know what the ingredients of William's fave post-gym smoothie are, BBC? As I tweeted at the time, it really was all killer, no filler from Broadcasting Corp on Friday, saved only by the legend that is Huw Edwards, whose cheeky Welsh wit competed only for attention between his fluro-tan and his neon pink tie. Go Huw!At 10am, I nearly flattened my friend Dan in my Roadrunner style approach to their sofa. Thankfully, we were all present and correct at the moment when Harry and Wills pulled out of Clarence House, fully regailia'ed up, looking like something out of Top Gun, except their uniforms where red and black instead of white. Hello boys! Again, I don't even fancy poshos, but those boys did wonders for the reputation for British men as their buttons gleamed and their hats neatly hid their bald patches (yes Harry, you too have succombed to the Windsor curse.)Fast forward past various thousand digitaries and slebs arriving at the Abbey - bless David Beckham, looking so suave, only to be swiftly told he had his OBE on the wrong lapel. Doh! - to the moment we had all been waiting for. The Queen, in all her buttercup glory, was seated in a face off to Carole Middleton's pale blue coat and matching Cheshire cat grin combo, and the artist formerly known as Kate Middleton was ON THE MOVE. I was kinda bummed that even with all that poncing about with plastic sheeting, we all still saw the dress as she jumped into the car with the world's proudest dad. However, it was flipping gosh darn perfect when she stepped out of the abbey, teeth n' hair shining, looking like a 2011 Grace Kelly (with brown hair, obviously.) When Pippa 'Hot Bot' Middleton jumped out to hold the train, every male I was with dropped their Battenburg to ogle the screen, but I wasn't going to allow a little chauvinism ruin my enjoyment of this fantasy day. HRH Princess Perfect. The ceremony was incredible. I'm n[...]

But Sometimes They Are Friends For Life

Fri, 16 Dec 2011 06:38:00 +0000

Last weekend, I went through the twenty-something rite of passage of attending my first school friend's hen do. It was quite the heart warming female bonding session as we celebrated the new life of one of my oldest friends - even if it was surreal to think of her becoming a WIFE. Hold on, was this the same girl that I  have spent the last 12 years with, copying each other's homework, crying down the phone about boys and enduring each other's questionable haircuts?  A W.I.F.E. Serious grown up territory.Aged 14... And aged 24, preparing for Amanda's hen do! Over the course of the weekend, I got to thinking (as you do after an Absinthe cocktail or two) about the extreme depth of female friendship. I defy the stereotyped idea of women gossiping inane nonsense; yes, we can chat, but we also trust our closest friends with our hopes, problems, ideas.  Sometimes, however, female friendships are a very weird, very specific experience. I'm not talking about the deep rooted friendships that feel more like family ties, but the strange bonds girls make when they are young and impressionable (or rather, more young and impressionable than we still are in our twenties...!) These all-consuming, intense bonds are formed when teenage girls are at their most awkward age (anyone fancy going back there? yeah, me neither.) Friendships instantly created, that are composed of an unbreakable bond of trust, to the point where they feel more like a relationship than a friendship. Sometimes, these unions transcend to the levels of long term pal-hood, but frequently they implode when one person does something to break the bond. There's a fine line...and all that. They are the supernovas of the friendship world; blindingly brilliant but gone in a flash. A little bit like the career of a certain Ms Lohan, who starred in possibly the greatest movie about teenage girls OF ALL TIME. Mean Girls: "I know, right?"I had a couple of these experiences when I was younger; you make a new BFF and want to hang out with them All The Time. Then we would fall out (sometimes over a boy, more often because one of us grew out of the friendships just as quickly as we had fallen into them.) It's a very strange thing.Speaking of weirdly intense friendships, was anyone else traumatised by Peter Jackson's 1994 film Heavenly Creatures? I sneakily watched it on my own when I was about 13, and it spooked the life out of me.These were the days when Peter Jackson made films about actual people rather than hobbits chasing after rings, and he wrote the screenplay with his wife Fran Walsh, basing it on the true story of a murder committed by a pair of teenage girls in 1950s New Zealand. It also stars a then unknown little actress named Kate Winslet, making her movie debut. The unsettling story of the two girls, who form a freakishly intense friendship, has stayed with me for a long time. Their lives become completely intertwined, to the point where their imaginations take them to made-up worlds and they become characters in their own fantasy. The dangerous fanaticism that exists between them drives them together and pushes reality out, with one horrifying consequence.(On a side note, Kate's acting is pure drama school class and the 1950s costumes probably set me on a vintage tangent for the rest of my life.)Another equally weird movie that documents the unique female bond is Thirteen, directed by Catherine Hardwicke (aka the original and best of the Twilight directors), starring Nikki Reed before she got all sparkly as Rosalie Cullen, and Evan Rachel Wood, before she became a homewrecking Dita von Teese wannabe. Thirteen gets me right there because it represents how much y[...]

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Fri, 16 Dec 2011 06:06:00 +0000

There can be no question that of all symbolic motifs in the representation of the sacred mysteries of origins, in the religious-mystical traditions of human culture, the vagina symbol is the most feared, being the most mysterious, hidden, unknown as representation of dual passage to life(in birth) and to afterlife(in death)The vagina as the birth-death passage symbol stands at the hardcore of our awestruck fear of the unknown. The vagina is the ascent to life as well as the "dark descent" in death. The womb into which the vagina opens is the symbol of pre-life as well as afterlife: the mystery of mysteriesThe death-life antagonistic duality, in the symbol of the sacred vagina of God The Mother, stands at the center of man's ambivalent attitude towards the womanAdd captionIn the beginning, the first man of whom we have documentary evidence as having practiced shamanic sorcery is shown (in the "Salle-du-Fond holies" of the Chauvet-Pont-d'Arc Paleolithic cave site mural) as crouched in apparent ambivalent reverence over the pubic triangle of the vagina in the anticipation of the magical "dark descent" into the sacred womb of all beginningsRankian psychoanalysis associates our worst unconscious psychoneurotic fears with the "dark passage"(the vagina) in the repressed Birth Trauma(the Primal Trauma)Yet our fleeting visionary recollections of the intrauterine pre-life is of paradisaical pleasure. But the painful vaginal passage of the Birth Trauma stands guard like an angel with flaming sword at the entrance into womb-paradiseHow shall we overcome our fear of the vaginal passage? That is the question central to our pre-occupation in religious lifeBlessed, indeed, are those for whom the gods have provided ointment-grease to lubricate the vaginal passage. For such have been provided the vicarious sacrificial painful death of Jesus at GolgothaAnd we have our first intimation of the possibility of an ecstatically pleasurable passage in the delectable pleasures of sexual union with a woman: our "love choice" as mother-substitute.[...]

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In our society celebrities are enormously glorified as fashion divas and style icons by fashion magazines and tabloids. Fashion journalists and photographers go overboard in covering fashion trends that celebs are either following or setting, and not just on the red carpet but even when they're grocery shoppingIn a way they project to people what trends they should be following while dressing up for an occasion and also in a subtle manner dictate to them how they can get a chic look when going out in the townYoungsters and teenagers in particular come under the strong influence of the media projection of their favourite celebrity and start emulating them. This is how trends become fashionsWhile accessories have always been there to add more zing to you semblance, these play a more significant role in the current fashion trends. Earlier accessories were merely used to dress up an outfit but nowadays it seems people choose their accessories first and then find a dress to match themAll credit for the change in perception can be awarded to the media that spends reams of paper in discussing the shoes, bags and jewelery worn by the celebs. Fashionable celebrities in their bid to become the talk of the press do not mind choosing the most jarring shoes as they are well aware their shoes will be noticedIn a way, celebrities make use of outrageous high heel shoes to help them to be noticed and remain in the buzzExcessive media hype over bold, outrageous and seductive shoes has created a cult of celebrities known for their fetishes for high heels and extraordinary shoes. Some of the most shoe-worthy celebs reputed for their extreme craze for high heel shoes are --Victoria Beckham - Posh Spice, as she is better known, feels she is addicted to high heel shoes. "I just can't concentrate in flats" the Spice Girl said in an interview recently Victoria is always in the news for her bold and innovative skyscraper heels designed by high profile shoe designers of the likes of Christian Louboutin, Manolo Blahnik, and Jimmy Choo-Beyoncé - "I love those super-high shoes that are out at the moment. I'm addicted," the sensational singer and actress once exclaimed. Her high heel stiletto shoes and platform high heel shoes have created quite a stir in the shoe fashion world [...]

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