<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37657927</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:59:42.803+01:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><subtitle type='html'>Quem sabe não começa aqui a realização de um grande sonho!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dressing--room.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37657927/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dressing--room.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319024793992574588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pursy.com.sapo.pt/cores2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37657927.post-116536258023507622</id><published>2006-12-05T23:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-06T20:50:15.380Z</updated><title type='text'>O meu Sotão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Esta é uma colecção que se destina a Primavera/Verão de 07&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/63/3947/1600/997613/sotao1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/63/3947/320/306417/sotao1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"No meu sotão mental, lá num canto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;aonde vou com todos os cuidados,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;guardo num memorial de desencanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;quadros de vida que não estão catalogados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Cobre-os um pó fino, como tule,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;que vela, mas não tapa nem impede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;que os veja de longe e sem que anule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;a vontade de adiar, quando esta cede.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Deixarei que o pó lhes amacie os traços,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;diminua o relevo, confunda as cores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ou que o tempo me torne os olhos baços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;e, onde, hoje, há estilhaços, eu veja flores"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;(Autor Desconhecido)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/63/3947/1600/37171/sotao2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/63/3947/320/352775/sotao2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A memória é uma caixinha de surpresas e por vezes bastam pequenas coisas para nos transportar para tempos passados. Estas são memórias que incluem, entre outras, as brincadeiras, os heróis de desenhos animados e acontecimentos que de alguma forma nos marcam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destina-se a uma mulher entre os 25-30 anos, sonhadora, feminina, sedutora, mas acima de tudo uma mulher que nunca deixou de ser criança e gosta disso.&lt;br /&gt;É uma mulher que fisicamente não parece ter a idade que tem. É alegre e adora divertir-se!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/63/3947/1600/655605/sotao3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/63/3947/320/794867/sotao3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/63/3947/1600/892595/sotao4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/63/3947/320/755259/sotao4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/63/3947/1600/749246/sotao5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/63/3947/320/333370/sotao5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Croquis e desenhos tecnicos das peças ( com a sua descrição)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37657927-116536258023507622?l=dressing--room.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dressing--room.blogspot.com/feeds/116536258023507622/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37657927&amp;postID=116536258023507622&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37657927/posts/default/116536258023507622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37657927/posts/default/116536258023507622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dressing--room.blogspot.com/2006/12/o-meu-soto.html' title='O meu Sotão'/><author><name>Sy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319024793992574588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pursy.com.sapo.pt/cores2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37657927.post-116535956680722967</id><published>2006-12-05T22:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-05T23:32:05.543Z</updated><title type='text'>Egocêntrismo</title><content type='html'>Esta é uma colecção para o Outono/Inverno de 06/07 cujo tema de inspiração foi o Egocentrismo e foi apresentada no desfile inserido no Forum ESART, organizado pela referida escola.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/63/3947/1600/698757/ego.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/63/3947/320/15266/ego.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ego.: m. o eu de qualquer individuo; sentimento da propria importancia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/63/3947/1600/453456/ego2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/63/3947/320/918591/ego2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; É uma colecção para senhora cuja faixa etária se situa entre os 18-25 anos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A principal razão para a escolha deste tema prendeu-se com o facto de que na minha opinião todos somos um pouco Egocentricos e que em alguns momentos das nossas vidas nos sentimos superiores aos outros ( muitas vezes de forma exagerada), embora com o passar dos anos se vá aprendendo a disfarçar esse "defeito".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Porque o egocêntrismo está na nossa cabeça é exactamente nas peças que estão junto a cabeça ( cachecois, capuz, etc) que se encontram as peças "exageradas".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/63/3947/320/527491/ego3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/63/3947/1600/745888/ego4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/63/3947/320/629702/ego4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Croquis e fotografias de desfile &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/63/3947/320/442305/ego5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Desenhos Tecnicos ( com descrição das peças) e fotografias de desfile&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37657927-116535956680722967?l=dressing--room.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dressing--room.blogspot.com/feeds/116535956680722967/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37657927&amp;postID=116535956680722967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37657927/posts/default/116535956680722967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37657927/posts/default/116535956680722967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dressing--room.blogspot.com/2006/12/egocntrismo.html' title='Egocêntrismo'/><author><name>Sy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319024793992574588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pursy.com.sapo.pt/cores2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
