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I have two top choices for her, besides me that is! The first is Cristiano Rinaldo, the soccer player, and the second is Michael Copon of One Tree Hill. Something about her and a tall, dark and handsome guy seems right.

now looking at the pictures, DEFINITELY Michael Copon!

Dit zijn de foto's geworden.

Hier ben ik heel trots op!

Nu een hele mooie van Natalie, een van mijn beste.

LOS ANGELES - Lauren Conrad has designs on an Emmy — or at least designing a dress for next month's awards ceremony. The star of MTV's reality hit "The Hills" will be creating a "couture red carpet gown" for the 60th Primetime Emmy Awards, the TV academy said Wednesday.

The dress or maybe dresses, if Conrad designs more than one — will be worn by the "trophy girls" who tote Emmy statuettes on-stage for presenters to hand to winners, the academy said. The trophy bearers also walk the pre-show red carpet. Reality TV already has a big presence at the ceremony, with emcee duties given over to five reality series hosts, including Ryan Seacrest of "American Idol" and Tom Bergeron of "Dancing With the Stars."

Conrad, who pronounced herself "excited" by the academy's request, also managed to put in a plug for her clothing line.

"I will be doing a red carpet look that still reflects the simple classic design of the Lauren Conrad Collection but with a black tie twist," she said in a statement.

How real Conrad's design credentials are remains a question for some in the industry. When she made her debut in March at Mercedes-Benz L.A. Fashion Week, mainstays such as Sue Wong told The Associated Press, "I don't believe in reality TV stars turning into designers."

Conrad said then she understands such skepticism.

"I will probably never have the respect I want in the fashion industry, but I can work hard every day to try and prove myself," Conrad, who has trained at the Fashion Institute of Design and Merchandising in Los Angeles, told the AP. The Emmy ceremony airs Sept. 21 on ABC.

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The female columnist doesn't think it's fair that women get sympathy when they feel bad after comparing themselves to 12 LB models. And she wonders why men don't get the same support when they feel "less than."  Well, duh! 

And you know what I say about all this? Too damn bad!  It's men who started all this tripe about how  looks are so important.  Look at what this has done to the peroxide and tanning salon business.  Too late to have it both ways boys! 

They expect us to be hot and prance around.  Talk about stupid! I used to believe all this. When I was in my 20s I'd follow my husband around to all his destruction derbies.  And I wouldn't dream of leaving my high heels at home. Imagine how dumb I looked trudging through the "pits." This is where the cars raced in mud canals and ditches 18 inches deep/wide.   Most of the time it was really dark out there. 

Hubby looked so cool in his 64 Chrysler Imperials and won a ton of trophies. I should've been awarded a trophy for the fact that I never broke my leg! 

By the end of my race, my feet were as destructed as the cars. 

I know of a man who told his wives (all three of them), "I will buy you everything  you desire if you stay a size 7." Oh sure, those women looked fabuous in their clothes but they drove themselves insane. They were hungry all the time and made their families miserable. 

I'll save my sympathy for the man who plucks, squeezes, teases, exfoliates, pickles, curls, pierces, tatoos, waxes, shaves, prunes, sprays, crimps, lathers and  bleaches his body!

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Over the weekend we shot a wedding here in Denver. Add that on top of the backlog of tagging, color-correcting and exporting the Crested Butte-Aspen images for delivery next week and I've been swamped. I've also got a portrait shoot set up with my friend Michaelanne Dehner this Friday. We'll be shooting her riding her horse Cheerio. Fortunately, I'll have most of that day off to get caught up and finish the Italy posts.

Above is the band from the wedding Saturday night...Bob Marchetti is the singer, and he croons old Sinatra, Dean Martin and Italian classics. Great band...

So look for lots of fresh posts in the future, and by all means, if you know anyone looking for portraits/wedding photographer or you want to model for some stock imagery, give me a hollah.

I never had an ambition or a dream to be a model. Growing up, I was too much of a tomboy to care much about fashion and the likes. When puberty finally hits, I was so into grunge and rap that baggy clothes became a necessity to me. I think it was in the US that I finally got in touch with my feminine side, and that was when I started dressing up more appropriately.

I remember in 2002, Gap US was holding a model search. Anyone could submit a photograph and a little description of themselves to the company. I submitted my profile, at the urging of Sis B. I don't care much about fame, in fact I prefer being low profile, hidden in the background, and modeling is definitely not the kind of thing I would like to do for any price. However, the idea of getting free clothes, now that's a reason I would do modeling. So the only reason I submitted my photo was that in the slim chance I would be selected to model for Gap, I would likely be getting free Gap clothes for as long as the contract allowed.

Then, sometime last year when I was in limbo in Singapore looking for a job, I was approached twice in public by so-called modeling agencies. I was flattered that I was even approached, but the flattery did not last long. I was told (this is verbatim) that my face was not high fashion enough, but I would do well commercially, especially for magazines like Maxim and FHM. WTF? Flattery immediately transformed into insult! I appreciate my body and I love my body, and I feel powerful that I can attract men using my body (if you got it, flaunt it), but to put me up on the pages of a men's magazine to be drooled on and to be objectified, all that goes against my feminist principles and pride. Also, what kind of free clothes could I possibly get from posing for Maxim or FHM other than underwears and bikinis? No, thanks.

I recalled two incidents in my life, and I have come to recall them as my almost-model moment. First was in junior high, when we needed to create a family album for one of our classes' project. When my teacher returned me my album, she commented that I was such a beauty as a child, and I still was. I brushed aside the comment, because being the school swimmer and overall sports girl in my class, a 'beauty' comment did not actually go with my reputation at the time. However, I must have taken it a little too seriously, because as I was alighting a bus with a friend to go home, I slipped and fell, in front of a group of school boys. It was not very glamorous, and one of the boys actually clapped as I was trying to get myself up. You may be asking, what did my friend do? Well she walked away quietly as I was trying to deal with my fall. We're still good friends to this day, however.

Another incident occured when I was at Purdue. Remember, I had just discovered the joy of fashion, and bought my first pair of boots. I was so happy and so proud wearing them, and I was meeting a friend for lunch at the university's cafetaria. My friend, the idiot that he is but a lovable idiot at that (his only redeeming quality), very rarely saw me in anything other than jeans and t-shirt. But that day, I felt extraordinarily feminine and decided to pair my boots with skirt and a more flattering top. He saw me from afar as I was entering the cafetaria, and started shouting at everyone: "Make way, make way, model coming through!" I turned around and walked away.

It would be interesting to see what I would have to do for my company's D&D. I only have to remember no pointy shoes with wide leg pants.

Above: Ran out of ideas on fixing the first one and so started on a smaller piece. It still needs work.

Below : Looks like I didnt manage to make the head bigger even though I thought I had. Thinking too about ways to improve on the background.

Model-vanessa knoller