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2017 FW Prada Men's and Women's Show - Continuous Interior
2017 FW Prada Men’s and Women’s Show – Continuous Interior

Prada | Fall Winter 2017/2018 Full Fashion Show | Exclusive-YouTube

Prada | Fall Winter 2017/2018 Full Fashion Show | Exclusive-YouTube

Prada Spring/Summer 2018 Women’s Fashion Show-YouTube

Prada Spring/Summer 2018 Women’s Fashion Show-YouTube

Prada & The Great Gatsby-YouTube

Prada & The Great Gatsby-YouTube

Parada ceo film-YouTube

Parada ceo film-YouTube

2017 FW Prada Men’s and Women’s Show Premonition 1

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2017 FW Prada Men’s and Women’s Show Premonition 1

2017 FW Prada Men’s and Women’s Show Premonition 2

2017 FW Prada Men’s and Women’s Show Premonition 2 from OMA on Vimeo.

2017 FW Prada Men’s and Women’s Show Premonition 2

2017 FW Prada Men’s and Women’s Show Premonition 3

2017 FW Prada Men’s and Women’s Show Premonition 3 from OMA on Vimeo.

2017 FW Prada Men’s and Women’s Show Premonition 3

ARCHIVES FILM STRIP

Special weblink to brand label short film regarding issues of the fashion house label and it brings knowledge for the genuine advancement: PRADA 2017.

Past Forward is a multi-platform short film collaboration between Miuccia Prada and American writer/director David O. Russell. Acclaimed for his films such as American Hustle, The Fighter, and Silver Linings Playbook, Russell imagined Past Forward as a “cinema poem,” a surreal, futuristic silent dreamscape with multiple actors replaying scenes in shifting combinations. The result is an unreliable story, a parallax view wherein the scenarios, characters, costumes, genres, and endings, repeat and morph, refusing the logic of conventional narrative. Russell creates characters as elements of a complex collage, the viewer is left to decode what is experience, what is memory, what is dream, and discern the overlap and differences between them.

A great song to practice “vogue-ing” in PRADA F/W 2017 Collection

Nas Lyrics


Play the Nas Quiz: quote from Wikipedia accessed on 11/3/2017 6:40 p.m.

Nas Is Like

Page issues: Released
March 3, 1999

“Nas Is Like” is the first single from Nas’ third album I Am…. The song is the sixth collaboration between Nas and producer DJ Premier. It was well received by critics as it was a change from the more commercial and pop-oriented singles from I Am… and Nas, Foxy Brown, AZ, and Nature Present The Firm: The Album. The song contains a combination of braggadocios and introspective lyrics over a choppy string sample. The song is featured in the soundtrack for the video game “NBA 2K18”.


“Nas Is Like”

AZLyrics
/ N
/ Nas Lyrics

”I Am” (1999)

“Nas is . . .” – [Nas (7x)]

[Nas]
Freedom or jail, clips inserted, a baby’s bein born
Same time my man is murdered, the beginning and end
As far as rap go, it’s only natural, I explain
My plateau, and also, what defines my name
First it was Nasty, but times have changed
Ask me now, I’m the artist, but hardcore, my science for pain
I spent time in the game, kept my mind on fame
Saw fiends shoot up, and do lines of cocaine
Saw my close friends shot, flatline am I sane?
That depends, carry Mac-10’s to practice my aim
On rooftops, tape cd covers to trees
Line the barrel up with your weak picture then squeeze
Street scriptures for lost souls, in the crossroads
To the corner thugs hustlin for cars that cost dough
To the big dogs livin large, takin it light
Pushin big toys, gettin nice, enjoyin your life
is what you make it, suicide, few try to take it
Belt tied around they neck in jail cells naked
Heaven and hell, rap legend, presence is felt
And of course N – A – S are the letters that spell . . .
NAS, NAS

[Chorus: scratching by DJ Premier (2X)]

“Nas is like life or death.. I’m a rebel.. ”
“My poetry’s deep, I never fell..”
“Nas is like.. half man half amazing..”
“No doubt..”

[Nas]
“Nas is like..” Earth Wind & Fire, rims and tires
Bulletproof glass, inside is the realest driver
Planets in orbit, line em up with the stars
Tarot cards, you can see the pharaoh Nas
“Nas is like..” Iron Mike, messiah type
Before the Christ, after the death
The last one left, let my cash invest in stock
Came a along way from blastin, techs on blocks
Went from Seiko to Rolex, ownin acres
From the projects with no chips, to large cake dough
Dimes, givin fellatio, siete zeros
Bet my nine spit for the pesos
But what’s it all worth, can’t take it when you under this Earth
Rich men died and tried, but none of it worked
They just rob your grave, I’d rather be alive and paid
Before my number’s called, history’s made
Some’ll fall, but I rise, thug or die
Makin choices, that determine my future under the sky
To rob steal or kill, I’m wondering why
It’s a dirty game, is any man worthy of fame?
Much to success to ya, even if you wish me the opposite
Sooner or later we’ll all see who the prophet is

[Chorus]

[Nas]
“Nas is like..” Sex to a nympho, but nothin sweet
I’m like beef, bustin heat through your windows
I’m like a street sweeper, greenleaf reaper
Like Greeks in Egypt, learnin somethin deep from they teachers
I’m like crime, like your nine, your man you would die for
Always got you, I’m like Pop Duke you would cry for
I’m like a whole lot of loot, I’m like crisp money
Corporate accounts from a rich company
I’m like ecstasy for ladies, I’m like all races
combined in one man; like the ’99 summer jam
Bulletproof Hummer man
I’m like being locked down around new faces, and none of em fam’
I’m the feelin of a millionaire spendin a hundred grand
I’m a poor man’s dream, a thug poet
Live it, and I write down and I watch it blow up
Y’all know what I’m like, y’all play it your system every night
Now..

[Chorus]

… A group of young men try to interpret their friends art, so they can save face and show support …

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Stan (song)

 “Stan” is a song by American rapper Eminem featuring British singer Dido. It was released on November 21, 2000 as the third single from Eminem’s third album The Marshall Mathers LP (2000). It was number one in eleven countries, including the United Kingdom, Germany, Ireland and Australia.

“Stan”
(feat. Dido)

[Dido:]
My tea’s gone cold I’m wondering why I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window and I can’t see at all
And even if I could it’ll all be gray, but your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it’s not so bad, it’s not so bad
[2x][Eminem as Stan:]
Dear Slim, I wrote you but you still ain’t calling
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got ’em
There probably was a problem at the post office or something
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot ’em
But anyways; fuck it, what’s been up? Man, how’s your daughter?
My girlfriend’s pregnant, too, I’m bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I’mma call her?
I’mma name her Bonnie
I read about your Uncle Ronnie, too, I’m sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn’t want him
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I’m your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did with Skam
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man
I like the shit you did with Rawkus, too, that shit was phat
Anyways, I hope you get this, man, hit me back,
Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan
This is Stan[Dido:]
My tea’s gone cold I’m wondering why I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window and I can’t see at all
And even if I could it’ll all be gray, but your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it’s not so bad, it’s not so bad[Eminem as Stan:]
Dear Slim, you still ain’t called or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I ain’t mad – I just think it’s FUCKED UP you don’t answer fans
If you didn’t wanna talk to me outside your concert
You didn’t have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew
That’s my little brother man, he’s only six years old
We waited in the blistering cold for you,
For four hours and you just said, “No.”
That’s pretty shitty man – you’re like his fucking idol
He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do
I ain’t that mad though, I just don’t like being lied to
Remember when we met in Denver – you said if I’d write you
You would write back – see I’m just like you in a way
I never knew my father neither;
He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her
I can relate to what you’re saying in your songs
So when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put ’em on
‘Cause I don’t really got shit else so that shit helps when I’m depressed
I even got a tattoo with your name across the chest
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds
It’s like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me
See everything you say is real, and I respect you ’cause you tell it
My girlfriend’s jealous ’cause I talk about you 24/7
But she don’t know you like I know you Slim, no one does
She don’t know what it was like for people like us growing up
You gotta call me man, I’ll be the biggest fan you’ll ever lose
Sincerely yours, Stan
P.S.
We should be together, too[Dido:]
My tea’s gone cold I’m wondering why I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window and I can’t see at all
And even if I could it’ll all be gray, but your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it’s not so bad, it’s not so bad

[Eminem as Stan:]
Dear Mister I’m-Too-Good-To-Call-Or-Write-My-Fans,
This’ll be the last package I ever send your ass
It’s been six months and still no word. I don’t deserve it?
I know you got my last two letters;
I wrote the addresses on ’em perfect
So this is my cassette I’m sending you, I hope you hear it
I’m in the car right now, I’m doing 90 on the freeway
Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive?
You know the song by Phil Collins “In the Air Tonight”
About that guy who coulda saved that other guy from drowning
But didn’t, then Phil saw it all, then at a show he found him?
That’s kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from drowning
Now it’s too late. I’m on a 1000 downers now, I’m drowsy
And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call
I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall
I love you, Slim, we coulda been together, think about it
You ruined it now, I hope you can’t sleep and you dream about it
And when you dream I hope you can’t sleep and you scream about it
I hope your conscience eats at you and you can’t breathe without me
See, Slim,—shut up bitch! I’m trying to talk!
Hey, Slim, that’s my girlfriend screaming in the trunk,
But I didn’t slit her throat, I just tied her up. See, I ain’t like you
‘Cause if she suffocates she’ll suffer more, and then she’ll die, too
Well, gotta go, I’m almost at the bridge now
Oh shit, I forgot, how’m I supposed to send this shit out?
[*car tires squeal, crash, loud splash*]

[Dido:]
My tea’s gone cold I’m wondering why I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window and I can’t see at all
And even if I could it’ll all be gray, but your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it’s not so bad, it’s not so bad

[Eminem:]
Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I’ve just been busy
You said your girlfriend’s pregnant now, how far along is she?
Look, I’m really flattered you would call your daughter that
And here’s an autograph for your brother,
I wrote it on the Starter cap
I’m sorry I didn’t see you at the show, I musta missed you
Don’t think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you
But what’s this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists, too?
I say that shit just clowning dogg,
C’mon! How fucked up is you?
You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counseling
To help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down some
And what’s this shit about us meant to be together?
That type of shit’ll make me not want us to meet each other
I really think you and your girlfriend need each other
Or maybe you just need to treat her better
I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time
Before you hurt yourself, I think that you’ll be doing just fine
If you relax a little, I’m glad I inspire you but, Stan
Why are you so mad? Try to understand, that I do want you as a fan
I just don’t want you to do some crazy shit
I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick
Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge
And had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid
And in the car they found a tape, but they didn’t say who it was to
Come to think about it, his name was… it was you
Damn!

Pure evil. From NY Post: A sex slave captured by ISIS was forced to eat her 1-year-old son with a side of rice, according to a gut-wrenching report. The unnamed Yazidi woman — who was starved for three days in an Iraq basement — unwittingly ate the boy after barbaric guards cooked and served him […]

via Yazidi sex slave forced to eat her son after ISIS butchered him — Fellowship of the Minds

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