x o x ./  L o l a   L U S T S   y o u .   *Breaking the margins of what's a c c e p t a b l e . ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- On the outside, it's swamped by the tabloids, marketers and press trying to catch a glimpse of the showdown and possibly attempting to snap a few polaroids of the vivid art that moves on what would be the figure of an elongated swan. However on the inside, it's quiet and dark. There are a few whispers heard all over in the gallery where they're overlooking the runway. A slight shimmer dances off the stage where several artists show of their work on the human body and within a fraction of a second, they go up in full blast. Loud music starts blaring from all over the place as stomps can be heard as the women parade down the catwalk. They are volatile. They're risky, yet glamourous and still work so cohesively with the following pieces. The slim figures twirl in the dresses that give them the flare of a ballroom dancer, while the one's in leather chaps pose portraying their spunk and attitude. Amongst the many faces in the crowd, we spot a few familiar ones. Of course, this being

xox/Cherie [c] 2006: by stealing this layout, you're only further proving my point that you want to be ME.