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Adieu?

Tough times mean not an OT, but a TO for Olivier Theyskens?

elisabeta

From hers truly, aka Ally Harvard. She will appear on the upcoming cycle of ANTM.

tantum: Good taste

Last summer, I got the opportunity to receive complimentary issues of LA Ciudad before it was no longer in circulation. Good thing I spotted a small column on young Javier Cabral, who's been tasting his way through the heart of L.A. Here's what he has to say about his lifestyle. Oh, and he blogs about his exquisite adventures saucily. Scroll down to watch him on Bizarre Food with Andrew "Simmer."

What do people think when you approach them about your passion?

Aw, good ol' people: Can't live with them, can't live without them. Other than that, their almost automatic response, "Oh my god, I love food, too!", most are skeptically surprised, "but you're so skinny!" They especially trip out when they realize that food really is ALL my mind ever thinks about, and how I've been like this since I was 15 years old.

In your blog, you said, “So many ‘good’ things happening out of nowhere!” C’mon now, do you really mean it? What were your ingredients to get this far?

Yeah, I haven't been the best when it comes to seeing all the good things I have in life (diagnosed with "depression" a long time ago). So when so many things start happening so apparently in such a short time frame, it was kind of odd, at least for me. It's nice to see that all those countless calories and endless contemplating are finally paying off though..

Have you been introduced to a type of dish that you wouldn’t mind ever tasting again?

Most of the time, I don't mind ever tasting anything again, like I say to all those people when they ask me the imminent, "What is your favorite food?" question. I love all food equally in its opportune moments.

What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever had a sample of?

Man, I'm still kind of disappointed for taking part in this show filmed by the BBC. The show was called "Seven Deadly Sins," you can only imagine (For those of you that can't: a hard-boiled, developed, unborn duck fetus for starters; South East Asian delicacy known as "Balut.")

Have you ever stomached not-so-fresh food that wasn't intentionally prepared that way?

All the time, and mostly, prepared by yours truly. Real food, veggies and fruits, are alive too. They don't last as long as we do, at least they are not supposed to (G.M.O?). And as all of you have painstakingly noticed, food is expensive, especially nowadays! So by eating things that are a little fuzzy sometimes, I like to think that, I will learn my lesson that way. And besides, I like the challenge of hiding those "nutty" flavors (most visible fuzz/mold that grows on food is actually edible i.e. blue cheese).

How's your relationship with food developed?

If you think about it, food really is something amazing. I mean, it sustains us and tastes good most of the time. I think that is taken highly for granted sometimes. I thought I knew food, but Zen taught me to be even more mindful of every thing that went into my mouth--the source of every ingredient, the labor of getting it, the laborious preparation, the visual, flavor, texture, smell appeal to it, etc. Being conscious of all this, food becomes an ethereal experience. Besides that, all the Zen centers I've studied at have some amazing fresh, baked bread for their student meals.

All chefs are fat?

Just another mindless typo that the first publisher of that myth committed and now has engraved itself in society. Phat, not fat? Anyways, chef's and food writers are two completely different breeds but, like I mentioned earlier, EVERYONE eats, some just go about it differently (or just have diabolically fast metabolism that will last them forever).

tantrum: Tweeze, please!

By Rolly Robinson

Hers are thick. His are thin. With tweezers in hand, where do I begin? 

Eyebrows. Need I say more? 

Though I'm obsessed with mine, I hate having to wake up everyday at the crack of dawn to pencil them in: those caterpillars of class walking across my face. Oh, how I love the look of a freshly groomed upper eye ridge. This bridge 

of beauty is broken into two parts: the left and the right parts, which have been divided by a gap. If you have no bridge, then I'm sorry, but that's called a unibrow. Get it groomed!

It's unbelievable that something so stupid can end up being something we obsess and fret about. Even I find myself falling victim of this craze. When I see an ad, three things pop into my head: the clothes, the layout, and the person's eyebrows. 

All right, I’m only exaggerating. Eyebrows may seem unnoticeable as strips of hair that have no meaning. Yet, why would I dare say something so crude as to say ‘no meaning’? They should have meaning. They help to distinguish both your emotions and your effort to have them groomed. 

Whatever. For me, they are equally hard to

 draw on. Sometimes the left is better than the right and vice-versa. Who cares, but do I? I guess so. Whenever I see someone, I tend to be a bit critical of their brows. No offense to you if I don't approve of what's on your face. It's just the way I am. I know I'm not the only one who is shallow about personal appearance to an extent, but I feel that life is too short to have a train wreck on one's face, especially in a location that's so obvious! C'mon people, tweeze, pluck, shave, wax it on or off. 

What if everyone's eyebrows started walking off our faces? Scenario: Sally is sleeping and all of a sudden her strawberry blonde bundles of joy decide to just go take a stroll off her face as if they were pieces of possessed Velcro. Not only did they jump off her face, but they did a tiny dance next to her as she slept. I know th

at if my fuzzy friends obtained a mind of their own, I'd be completely fucked. Wouldn't we all look weird? E.T. weird. No! Whoopi Goldberg weird. Yeah... definitely that kind. Though something so small and pointless, it's annoyingly on my mind 24/7. I can't even put my hands over my face anymore without worrying if the

y're still there. That probably explains as to why water is my enemy, unless I'm taking a shower. You can't touch my face or hug my face without stopping before the sign I've posted between me and the rest of the world that reads: Yield for eyebrows.

So, the next time you think that eyebrows aren't worth taking care of, you're probably right. But you'll end up looking like a freak if you don't maintain them. So, in conclusion I advise you to wax on!

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Rolly Robinson

draw: Double exposed

Not to be mistaken as the candidate for the 2008 Democratic presidential nomination, Jon Edwards of Canada gives his notorious alias double the exposure. Though both are involved in their little affairs, Jon has displayed nothing but the finest when presenting his self-portrait.

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Bettie, page me.

Rest in peace Bettie Page (1923-2008)

draw: Meat Tibo

My summer trip to Europe exposed me to cultural differences, like the ways of French misfits to the images of Italian man-tits. Twistedly, this subject, who we're introducing, was in the Americas (L.A) at the time I was in Paris. 

Judging from the headline, you can infer that we're mocking a hipster clothing slogan or something like it. However, if you look closely, at your own discretion, you can see that the presented photo is a bit more explicit than any AA ad will ever display. Out of his entire self-portrait selection, Tibo exclusively chose this quadtych for TW's use. He approved of it 110%, saying, “It's your stuff, do what you want.” No Tibo, it's your stuff really. 

He could care less if you show your tutti frutti or baguette because in France, they don't wear pants. In fact, he has two blogs to prove his documentation of voluntary nudism and involuntary party life as a normal student via lomography, polaroids, lyrics, and narrative visuals. "If I could live like Adam and Eve, I would do it," said Tibo. 

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