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"   Striped Tank: H&amp;amp;amp;M Vest: Vintage Gaultier (on permanent loan from my Mother&amp;#039;s closet) Jeans: Vintage  Belt: YSL Scarf: Le Souk in Amman, Jordan The last two weeks I have been through the fashion trenches. Beaten with Miu Miu crystal wedged mules, strangled by Wolford geometric stockings and suffocated by Fendi fox fur coats. Although I would not dare compare 1633 to Abu Ghraib, it has been one of those weeks that I wish I worked for a European Magazine where the month of August does not exist. Despite the excitement of new fall arrivals in the stores and the prospect of new treasures to add to my burgeoning collection of pret-a-porter, funds are scarce and I cannot remember the last time I paid for anything full price. Even with the direct reference to Balenciaga&amp;#039;s fall show, today I am channeling my mother mid-70\u2032s Beirut. The mixing of eras and ethnic references is something that I learned early on idolizing auburn tinted photographs of my mother in high-waisted jeans, embroidered Bedouin vests, feather boas and platforms what would do circles around any drag queen. Armed with my authentic Keffiyeh, unlike tired and too late wannabe hipster who purchased their&amp;#039;s at Urban Outfitters, I am prepared to take on another week of fashion combat. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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