Ticket no. 061220181531 Spiritual literacy

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June 12, 2018  The best spiritual literacy is literacy that accounts to God’s Holy Spirit.  It is literacy that admits that by itself, it can do nothing and that nomatter the task at hand, it requires the help of the Holy Spirit to have the right kind of results.   Spiritual literacy requires God’s blessing less it fall into the dangers of heresy.  Try your best to enjoy todays spiritual literacy and writing and say a little prayer to God before you start asking for wisdom and to benefit by todays edification.  JC Angelcraft
To know God one must go beyond their normal beliefs; to challenge themselves to think above and beyond all human tendencies.
God is Spirit.
God is a Holy Spirit
Your souls were created by holiness through holiness and in holiness and what happened afterwards is written in human history and related by oral history.
Your souls were created by holiness through holiness and in holiness to help you and not hurt you.
When we lose our holiness, we rage against God and God’s Holy Spirit whom preserves us at times from all deserved madness and brings us to peace.
When we fail to fight for our holiness and  return to a personal purity with God, Holiness strives with us and hopes with us.  But when Holiness is thoroughly rejected, the common restraints of everyday life are lifted and thus we are led to sin against God and destroy whatever goodness that remains inside us.
This is why we must try to know God beyond the ordinary assumptions.
To know God one must go beyond their normal beliefs.
God is every force that can be measured by science and can not be measured by science.
God is man, God is woman and in Spirit, God is one, unbreachable and unbreakable.
To know God one must go beyond their normal beliefs untill they say to themselves God is impossible to fully understand and deserving of our undivided attention.
To know God as woman, we must look to the Holy Spirit from whom springs forth all life, all knowledge and all wisdom.
Sofia is her name.
She is the love and timeless feeling in the poetry of angels.
To know God as woman we must humble ourselves for God is everything, the Spirit of Man and the Spirit of Woman.
In the flesh or in the Spirit God is with us always helping us to break through the vexations of the workers of iniquity.
The melody of my heart is precious, tender and kind.  She is like a soft ocean breeze running through my home and the grace who many seek.
The melody of my heart has no name or no appearance that men should judge themselves to perdition for their evil intent.
It would well do the men of sin to seek her on their knees in all repentance and judge her not as they do me.
She is the melody of life and of love, the bringer of Spring and the essences of the Seasons who much long ago had no names and we still embraced them.
We have destroyed languages and even the written word, but the seasons and the written word always return to us.
Our ignorance would do well to remind us of the solitude of our existence.
We cannot know the nameless as we know the named, but if we defile the named than we bring to ruin the advocacy that once was so easy ours.
The angels sing towards space and she hears us and sings with us and through us ministering to our minds and hearts.
God is Spirit non gender mother and father, a Holy Spirit from whom all life comes, but She is not an ”it.”
From the mind of men precede all forms of wickedness but the angels still have good thoughts.
The works of men are evil, but the works of angels are good and made manifest to the Spirit who rewards all goodness.
She is the melody of my heart and we can never be separated and we wait for each other while administering to this world through the ages to our wives and husbands as to our sons and our daughters.  That would be you.  The children and angels of heaven.
We serve a greater cause than our own desires as you should always serve a cause greater than yourselves.
She serves us without ceasing and is always an intercessor to a greatness of Holiness few of us dare to imagine.
She is the Queen of Heaven by whatever form she takes on this earth and my first love as God is also your first love.
She is the one who cries with us, for us and through us.
She is the all tolerant, the all compassionate, the all merciful.
She is the all protective and the hope of mankind.    She is the mother of Christ and was once lived as the daughter of the King who raised her tenderly and lovingly to rule the world after he died.
She is the Spirit of women and the delicacy of women and the reason for their strength and even my own.
She is the melody of my heart that Angel we do not see and who hides among us at times unperceived and we are privileged to know her generation after generation.
What a fortunate gift that she would present herself to the world as an actress.  Such were the needs of our times that even now we continue in film to send messages to the world about reform and the dangers of secret societies as well as about the romance of life and the struggles women face in the world.
Through film she reached out to a weary world and we embraced her.  The many messages of every one of her films tell us that nothing is more important than the need for awareness, the need for change and the need for reform.
Nothing escapes the purposes of heaven.
One would be blind not to see the greater purpose of her life as Audrey a young woman of nobility and who through film she became our Queen once again and around the world  and we continued to esteem her as such.
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Ticket 053020181114 Discovering Barbera Palvin

JC Angelcraft 1 Rue de la Bastille May 30 2018 The first settlement in the territory of Budapest was built by nomadic Peoples before 1 AD.  The area of Budapest from where Barbera Palvin comes from was once occupied by the Romans who were conquered.

Budapest is a wonderous and a mysterious place filled with ancient legends and stories of great muslims and christian knights.  With  castle fortresses  the women are of extreme beauty who still the hearts of men .

Before it was Budapest it was called– Aquincum which became the main city of Pannonia the lessor in 106 AD.

“I am going to the baths of Aquincum, get me my sun glasses.” echoe the words of time.

Aquincum was a military settlement and stronghold of Rome as many great cities of Europe tend to start off as. Gradually more civilization was drawn to its refuge and soon feasts, market and commerce became the focal point of city life.

If Aquincum was not spiritual enough it became Budapest a Holy city and dwelling place of God’s Holy Spirit.  Of its women men would say, “there is no rose garden like an Aquincum rose garden where the buds grow strong and wise.”

Budapest has many roses and if Helen of Troy ever had her equal it just might be Barbera of Aquincum.  And so aquiring its romance, we continue and we bless the name of Budapest as well.

Today the area from where Barbera comes from  corresponds to the Óbuda district within Budapest the place where Barbera Palvin was discovered.

Long ago the Romans constructed roads, amphitheaters, baths and houses with heated floors in this fortified military camp so they could protect queens and women of such great beauty and lore in the citadel of Aquincum.

The Roman city of Aquincum is not as it was before but the area that carries the name is one of the best-conserved of the Roman sites in Hungary. The archaeological site was turned into a museum with inside and open-air sections the likes few people ever hear about and with tremendous art venues.

Discovered in Budapest at the age of 13, Palvin shot her first editorial in 2006 for Spur Magazine and Hungry and the world has not been the same since.

She is very famous for such a young girl and Barbera has maintained a steady stream of work in the fashion business thanks be to God’s precious tender Holy Spirit the savior of our souls.

After her first major modeling job Palvin has been on the cover of  Marie Claire, Glamour Hungary and Elle in as many nations and languages. She has also walked inside the pages of Harper’s Bazaar and has appeared in campaigns for Armani Exchange, H&M, Victoria’s Secret.  Barbera is an ambassador for L’Oréal Paris and the fashion Industry and we make sure all our girls carry themselves like that.  I hope the older girls teach the new girls to appreciate the Industry for it is far more safer than it once was.

Sports Illustrated Swimsuit was fortunate to have Barbera swim in her pages and she was also featured in Armani’s signature scent “Acqua di Gioia.”

Palvin blessed Amazon’s  Fashion division with her presence and continues to bless many of us in different magazines around the world.

Her runway debut was as an exclusive for Prada during Milan Fashion Week in February  in a time not so long ago.

Palvin has also worked for other JC Angelcraft subsidiaries that include but are not limited to:

  • Chanel
  • Loreal
  • Louis Vuitton,
  • Nina Ricci,
  • D&G
  • et al.

Victoria’s Secret Fashion like Barcelona Bridal Week and Vogue and fashion industry tirelessly employs her.

Barbera, like all our girls compares to no one and each of our models is uniquely glamorous in her own right.    And what makes each one interesting and special is where they are from and how they are.

Barbera like many of the girls is inside much of the fashion Industry but her iconic looks are not always the same.  You may not always recognize her.

Be as it may I will give Barbera and all my models a little more of my fatherly advice.

Be yourselves but always make yourselves better and be aware of men’s hidden agendas.  Always be nice and pray even inside your mind so no one but God hears you.  And let no man make you look ugly or to look like a man and tell you its for a cause.  You are women.  You have a voice to politely protest and you have the goodness of God on your side so fear nothing.

To the men:  Let no man or woman make you effeminate and tell you its in fashion.  Be cowboys.  Be strong men.  Work out and go out with the women and get educated the both of you.  Marry a good woman and raise children and travel the world. There are lots of educational opportunities.

With love for Barbera Palvan and all the girls and firm handshake for the men,   JC Angelcraft

We are all indigenous to this planet.  We are all nomadic with the bug to travel and know our world as time and money permits.  We are angels living on earth whose only limits are  those constraints that we place on our life through our own mistakes.  So lets live right.

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Ticket 01202019032 Clair d lune the next day by JC Angelcraft for Claire and Miss Claire Cosmetics

Clair de lune, the pale blue moon, the light of night and the color of a white rose.  The moonlight bright its fullness come through many days and rainy nights. Clair de lune.

On a clear moonlit night transparent and pale its blush giving its light my Clair de lune is there.

Unclouded and phased is the sun of the night a hymn to thee my Clair de lune.

Loyal to ships that sail the night a distant friend of man and kind to all who see her is the Clair de lune.

Both shadow and light the color of the books of fright my Clair de lune a pale white ghost.

She is brilliant and radiant and an intelligent host not at just anyones beck and call my Clair d lune.

A gail of light on a windswept sandy beach that raises up the sea each night my Clair de lune above me hovers.

A pale clear orb of lovers whose kisses make it glow, her reflection kindles softly afore the snow my Clair de lune,

Decorated or elaborate it makes no difference for this pearl of wisdom that comes from God my Clair de lune,

Simple and ordinary and like an eclair, soft like a donut a small round–shaped pastry filled with cream and laced with chocolate and a cherry-red-berry on its top is my Clair de lune.

A song and a company my Claire de Lune who shares the letters of the moon that like your souls and this world mean everything to me.

Clair d lune….its colors and styles like its compositions flow into the eternal nature of cosmetics.

Clair d lune the next day by JC Angelcraft for  Claire and Miss Claire Cosmetics



Ticket no 092420171085 Love is not an experiment and is something that should not be denied.

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Love has no specific color.  It is not solely green like the color of money; nor is love the color of silver, gold, bronze or even copper. Love is not black, white nor red nor even the color of sunshine yellow though that may sound somewhat strange.
Rather love is the color of an act of kindness or a series of acts conveyed for the betterment of life and creation.  If expressed as color then love is all the colors of the spectrum – an energy – arranged and fused together by the creative force that works through each one of us.  We express color to this world by our acts towered each other and to make life better for each other.  That is how life is supposed to work that is how color is to be understood.
Love is like a bolt of lightning, a fearsome terrible symphony of light that has the power to destroy or bring light and energy to house when its power is collected through technology.
Love is an explosion of light and vision that results in the power to create .  It is the inspiration to create new ideas in all areas of life.   Love is a muse and a gift and the only way both saint and sinner can together meet on the field of business. Our muse makes sure that we are all equally equipped, but not equally blessed for good behavior must be rewarded and is blessed to stand out before our collective witness that all might know how things work in the universe of our existence.
Our muse is one muse, a creative loving aspect of our Holy Spirit and its energy we harness to what we love often giving little consideration to where the blessing is transmitted from.
Our muse is kind and loving and does not forsake a man or woman to place bread on their table through the selling or making of textiles however simple that work may be.
Our muse settles in where our muse feels most comfortable and right now the muse in many people’s lives needs to heal from an unnatural and inhuman expectation of it to deliver them wealth and riches in the wake of a great holocaust of death.
It is by our own deeds and misdeeds that we win and curry or lose the favor of our personal muse who continually sits in judgment, giiving importance to each of our lives while we hardly consider its importance.  When creativity and blessings cease, we know now why.
And when creativity ceases to be the aim of our endeavors and we get sidetracked with wickedness and we thow our lot in with the damned it is then that we come to learn that we reap what we sow.
These principles of life and good laws of nature and consequence guide successful people and only through deciet and much sorrow do the wicked keep up losing many among their ranks so that the new demons can say, “I did this,”
In the world of amibitious successful creative people who soley dedicate themselves to money, their image and their success, love is but a bystander in their lives and a crutch for which to blame all their sorrows, until they have no choice but to find help for their inner being.
Love is the excellence of being good to all and not just to whom it is conveniant.  So love your neighbor not bearing ill will towards anyone or anything.
Be careful to chose who guides you spiritually for your life and work no spells or iniquity on yourselves or others.  Do no evil or harm to each others work or lost will be your life’s love and ambition and room will be made for people that have earned the right by example, continual repentence and good works.
By ourselves we can create nothing. but with God’s help there is nothing we cannot do.
Creative force and creative energy from our muse is very important to fashion and design, but without God’s blessing what we love so much can become like an unreachable star in the night sky.  So we must think about others more than ourselves. It is important to think as a team and to make a name for ourselves but not at other peoples’ expense rather through good reputations in our relationships with each other.
If you have lost the muse, you can work to bring it back into your life through hard work and good behavior always striving to help others.
Another exercise in color.
What do you think about when you look at color?  Do you think about models or magazines, love or nature?  Think about it and then add the music you love and begin creating works of art, photography and writing that will stand with or without the music you listened to while creating it.
It is also wonderful to create in silence, but if you have lost your muse nothing but repentance can help your return.  No spell that is cast will set off your work, but to your own eyes and maybe the priases of those who are false with you.
You can also ask yourself, what colors come to your mind while playing your favorite music and therein is the beginning of rediscovering your own personal muse of creation.   The muse of music is thee Muse an aspect of our precious tender Holy Spirit that has always been with us.
The muse ignores race and deformity, ugliness and beauty and helps whoever needs help caring nothing for profit or your personal ambitions.
The muse works with music, fashion, design, fabrics, our inner creative spirits and everything under the sun and there is nothing more important to the industry as the right muse and there is only one.
Definitions of Color
There are no exact definitions for colors but we need some sort of reference and so here are a few examples.
Red is the color of passion, love, jealousy, anger as well as the color of a beautiful red rose, a red delicious apple or even a ripe tomatoe. Black is the color of night and also a color of strength and even wisdom a pigment from which all colors come from and like the color white, black can be combined with any other color.  Grey is the color of flannel and of Justice.  grey psychology color neither nor wrong and the color of uncertainty.  Grey is a principle hue of photography and the center balance between black & white. Greys  can refresh us, transmit our moodiness or be the expressions that reflect the grey areas of our lives.  Blue is the color of the ocean and also of deep emotion.  Blue is as endless as the sky.  Blue is the color of peace and the color of a starry night canvass into which it blends enveloping the stars in its grace.  Hues of green and white are tranquil and often used to soothe us when our bodies and minds need healing inside institutions of healing.
And if any color best defines fashion that color is pink and even rose and the sunshine of yellow takes away the dullness of an otherwise dreary day.
In fashion, black & white are the staple colors of most major brands because black and white are the original and traditional colors of film in photography that produced many grey hues as well as many stunning layouts.  Black & white film still delivers an astonishing feel in video and photography or when mixed with splashes of color like the kinds we see in wonderful covers created by our fashion magazines.
We are visual and asthetic consumers.  If like something, we endeavor to buy it or simulate it .
Fashion magazines are blessed to the individual tastes and likes of people so when their writers have failed to capture the emotion and the energy of fashion, its not as bad and people fall back on their love of color and style.
The favor of the muse is a truly a special thing and even in visuals and many  have failed by pushing the boundries and promoting too much darkness  which can look like bright morning star.
Magazines can speak music and can through their words and images create a song of color delightful to the eyes just by looking through their pages and reading their Spielgespräch or Обсуждение игры.
Fashion magazines are valuable if and when they can stop promoting false politicis and men that have been judged by God and removed from public service.  In this case, no amount of fancy words can save them.  No amount of color can distract readers who have been betrayed by a conspiracy whose colors are not appealing.
Color is important to our lives but it is how we wear color and use color that makes or breaks its effect on everything we do and what we create. Colors in fashion are basic. Mixing colors is an art and colors are to garments what notes are to music and you can never have to many colors in music….
In fashion,  one color is like a note of music, a single pigment woven into fabric together with other colors blending together to create a melody of fusion inside the garment or textile by the creator.
This process of creating and designing textiles through the instruments of our hands and machines those fabrics and garments we cherish most requires many notes working together  the colors of sound harmoniously arranged in a clef to work through and by the spindle to create the key of the fabric and its melody to give us fashion the likes of  Adeste Fidlis .
Like the first musical psalms changed the world and so basic in their structure, so can one single musical color change the look and feel of ones life and their environment.
Even by itself one single color can change the color and mood of your life.
From one day to the next what color are we? And how does our ensemble reflect our emotional color?
In terms of basic fashion there are days we feel more black than others and still other days whites, reds, pinks, greys or blues dominate our lives like days of the week where we favor certain colors or styles of dress for our main ensamble.  Like that little sunshine yellow of a little girls dress a color we might use to paint one of our walls.   Yellow can transform a dismal fashion day into a bright sunny day.  Yellow on one wall tastefully done can bring light into a dark area of a house or a apartment giving it new sense of energy.  In automobiles one does not think about yellow much, but  a bannana yellow Ferrari or even an Alfa Romeo C4 is still quite a site to see.
Sunshine yellow is always the color of a good mood and draws the smiles of little daisies and creates visions of giant sunflowers and is the kind of color that always makes things look brighter and more cheerful than usual.
Both lives and colors at times need to be refreshed, redeemed and always taken care of and sometimes exchanged or even revived and what was once a dull white in our lives can again be as vibrant and fresh as a Winterscape in December.
Life, its joy and its happiness is a day to day affair that can consume us to greater accomplishments or in its worst expression devour us to defeat and misery, but the outcomes of life depend on what we let into our lives every day, darkness or light; and the willingless to fight against the destructive forces, those forces that reveal themselves when opposed by good people.  They are forces in direct opposition to the light of creation and the hand of the creator which counts for much in the fashion world a blessed industry that people involved in it should be thankful to be let in, even working in a small store that sells unknown lables in an unknown part of the world where across the street sit crazy people who cannot seem to make their lives work inside care facilities.
When something is seriously wrong in our lives even the most beautiful surroundings and colors can’t take the away the awful feeling we ourselves have created by investing into negative energy or darkness.
And so no matter what color you chose for the day or what color you paint your house or your room and no matter how many books you read about being better person, if you do not isolate the problem in your life that is causing you misery and take responsibility for changing your life, your condition can only be superficially healed for a short time and you may find yourself frustrated with color, sound, literacy and the creative processes.
Finding peace with yourself requires more than just understanding darkness, light, color, structure and the divinity of music, myrrh and textiles which are as old as Samaria.
Finding peace with others is part of your inner peace and a lesson learned can be found the good Samaritan an old Zoroastrian parable.

When you lose inner peace and the creative muse it is time to learn to solve your problems and you have to be honest with yourself and others and follow the steps that you know you must follow to return to yourself that self-esteem that you yourself allowed to be taken from you by others who led you down a path of darkness the color of depression.
When you feel down or depressed sing a little song to yourself like this one.    Music and even simple musical jingles can help to cheer us and also awaken us to the greater feelings the Mahayana feelings that we need to experience and process honestly before delving into the Hinayana issues which make up the detailed constructs of our life.  Prayer and repentance also helps with depression.
These simple yet effective teachings as well add color and meaning to our lives and are music to our ears and are a light unto our path with concern to self-governance. And self-governance is what life is all about.  But details are what make fashions’ greater perspective more desirable and in fashion everything starts with basics in color and music which if done right with our whole soul we curry the blessing and the favor of our generous muse.
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Ticket no 092420171085 Love is not an experiment and is something that should not be denied.


“Do no evil that ye be not separated from the goodness of this world. Think not nor talk poorly of anyone lest you reveal your poverty and allow God to judge this world.” –   JC Angelcraft


……Nuns however seem impervious to the epidemic. If only God smiled down on the people of liverpool, I might pray more and listen more to talk about God. However, our Sisters tell me this epidemic has nothing to do with God. That makes me feel better and seeing them every day gives me the strength I need to continue working.   FROM CHAPTER 9 OF MARY’S LETTERS.


Writing is not as easy as you might think and people may disagree, but self-confidence has a lot to do with being a writer.  Making sure you take time to keep a healthy mind and heart also help.  In pondering this first segment to the free version digital Pocket Mouse version How to be a great writer, I am going to start with a few pointers and for some people this may be all that they need.

In order to be a successful writer:

  • You need to be and write confidently and regardless how much you have written and how much your work has been tampered with, you know and are confident in you’re abilities as a writer.

  • In order to be a successful writer you also need to be secure in your education and your ethics and knowing everything is going to work out.

  • Dedicating your work to something other than your own self and fame money and riches also has something to do with your success as a writer.

  • Writers love writing and being inspired to write.

  • Writers have and build upon great imaginations fostered by the collective experiences of their life or lives in the case of spiritually enlightened.

  • We all have the potential to be spiritually enlightened.

  • Your first step to being a great writer is to ask and pray to God for help and commit yourself to being a writer.

  • The second step is go to your local library and having God’s blessing almost any “How to write NOVEL”  book will give you the basic mechanics to consider using and there are many and no limits to how you use them.

  • Lastly the most successful writers are satisfied with their work whether or not they make any money off their writing. These kind of people are winners the moment they start and finish their project.


Do no evil that ye be not separated from the goodness of this world. Think not nor talk poorly of anyone lest you reveal your poverty and allow God to judge this world.” –   JC Angelcraft

…when I could in fact unveil to them the musteries of life and death – JC Angelcraft 

Marys notes:  My study of the brain took many years to understand and to think of this science during the times of Plato as my father would so likely have it, it feels a bit to me preposterous thinking of the crude instruments used by men just beginning to learn the science.

It pains me that I cannot better impart my discoveries with other doctors who would make me a nurse if not a wife barefoot and pregnant doing nothing more than giving them children when I could in fact unveil to them the mysteries of life and death.  Men can be so stupid.

I look at my Father’s diagrams with awe and wonder and even dread as he writes about the wrrior cannibals from New Zealand who eat the brains of their dearly departed to retain their wisdom after they have died and wonder what use is this to anyone but some gypsy doctor in some part of the arctic world where there are no hospitals or food to eat.

The average doctors can be such presumptions monsters and such egoists and so many lacking a great of detail in their autopsies very unlike my father who spent many an hour pondering over the brains of one John Doe wondering what part the brains played in resurrecting a man back to life.



LITERACY: EXCERPTS FROM FRANKENSTEIN 1818 BY MARY SHELLY  “In my education my father had taken the greatest precautions that my mind should be impressed with no supernatural horrors. “

FROM this day natural philosophy, and particularly chemistry, in the most comprehensive sense of the term, became nearly my sole occupation. I read with ardour those works, so full of genius and discrimination, which modern inquirers have written on these subjects. I attended the lectures, and cultivated the acquaintance, of the men of science of the university; and I found even in M. Krempe a great deal of sound sense and real information, combined, it is true, with a repulsive physiognomy and manners, but not on that account the less valuable. In M. Waldman I found a true friend. His gentleness was never tinged by dogmatism; and his instructions were given with an air of frankness and good nature that banished every idea of pedantry. It was, perhaps, the amiable character of this man that inclined me more to that branch of natural philosophy which he professed, than an intrinsic love for the science itself. But this state of mind had place only in the first steps towards knowledge: the more fully I entered into the science, the more exclusively I pursued it for its own sake. That application, which at first had been a matter of duty and resolution, now became so ardent and eager, that the stars often disappeared in the light of morning whilst I was yet engaged in my laboratory.

As I applied so closely, it may be easily conceived that I improved rapidly. My ardour was indeed the astonishment of the students; and my proficiency, that of the masters. Professor Krempe often asked me, with a sly smile, how Cornelius Agrippa went on? whilst M. Waldman expressed the most heartfelt exultation in my progress. Two years passed in this manner, during which I paid no visit to Geneva, but was engaged, heart and soul, in the pursuit of some discoveries, which I hoped to make. None but those who have experienced them can conceive of the enticements of science. In other studies you go as far as others have gone before you, and there is nothing more to know; but in a scientific pursuit there is continual food for discovery and wonder. A mind of moderate capacity, which closely pursues one study, must infallibly arrive at great proficiency in that study; and I, who continually sought the attainment of one object of pursuit, and was solely wrapped up in this, improved so rapidly, that, at the end of two years, I made some discoveries in the improvement of some chemical instruments, which procured me great esteem and admiration at the university. When I had arrived at this point, and had become as well acquainted with the theory and practice of natural philosophy as depended on the lessons of any of the professors at Ingolstadt, my residence there being no longer conducive to my improvements, I thought of returning to my friends and my native town, when an incident happened that protracted my stay.

One of the phænomena which had peculiarly attracted my attention was the structure of the human frame, and, indeed, any animal endued with life. Whence, I often asked myself, did the principle of life proceed? It was a bold question, and one which has ever been considered as a mystery; yet with how many things are we upon the brink of becoming acquainted, if cowardice or carelessness did not restrain our inquiries. I revolved these circumstances in my mind, and determined thenceforth to apply myself more particularly to those branches of natural philosophy which relate to physiology. Unless I had been animated by an almost supernatural enthusiasm, my application to this study would have been irksome, and almost intolerable. To examine the causes of life, we must first have recourse to death. I became acquainted with the science of anatomy: but this was not sufficient; I must also observe the natural decay and corruption of the human body. In my education my father had taken the greatest precautions that my mind should be impressed with no supernatural horrors. I do not ever remember to have trembled at a tale of superstition, or to have feared the apparition of a spirit.   which, from being the seat of beauty and strength, had become food for the worm. Now I was led to examine the cause and progress of this decay, and forced to spend days and nights in vaults and charnel houses. My attention was fixed upon every object the most insupportable to the delicacy of the human feelings. I saw how the fine form of man was degraded and wasted; I beheld the corruption of death succeed to the blooming cheek of life; I saw how the worm inherited the wonders of the eye and brain. I paused, examining and analysing all the minutiae of causation, as exemplified in the change from life to death, and death to life, until from the midst of this darkness a sudden light broke in upon me—a light so brilliant and wondrous, yet so simple, that while I became dizzy with the immensity of the prospect which it illustrated, I was surprised that among so many men of genius, who had directed their inquiries towards the same science, that I alone should be reserved to discover so astonishing a secret.



Highlights from the Louis Vuitton Cruise 2018 Fashion Show by Nicolas Ghesquière. Watch the full show now on http://vuitton.lv/2qcCp3q

Life is most interesting these days with anomalies in fashion trying to break into the big money some people not knowing how hard these labels’ women and men have worked to stay at the top.  DESPITE some may succeed.

One of our designer brands that has been on top for a good while is  Louis Vuitton.

The Louis Vuitton label was founded by Louis Vuitton on Louis Vuitton day in 1854 on a little known street  then known as Rue Neuve des Capucines in Paris, France.

Louis Vuitton had observed that the HJ Cave Osilite trunk made by H.J. Cave & Sons to see if he could improve on the perfection of luggage for his day.

A London-based leather luxury goods company H.J. Cave & Sons was founded in 1839 while that penny page writer Joseph Smith was still alive and Mark Cross luggage was still waiting to be invented.

Regarded by some as the inventor of the luxury leather handbag, H.J. Cave and Sons no doubt was the Inspiration and perhaps muse for Louis Vuitton and later other designers many who studied the 1839 merchant which was a big part of the lives of many in Europe as in England.

In 1858, Louis Vuitton on another Louis Vuitton day introduced Louis Vuitton flat-bottom trunks with Trianon canvas, making them lightweight, airtight and more practical.

Before Louis Vuittons’ great invention, rounded-top trunks were used, generally to promote water run off, and thus could not be stacked.

It was Vuittons’ grey Trianon canvas flat trunk that allowed the ability to stack these pieces of art with ease for voyages making travel much nicer and more space friendly for the traveler.

Afterwards many non-Louis Vuitton luggagemakers imitated the Louise Vuitton inspired Louis Vuitton style and design.

In 1867 the Louis Vuitton company participated in Universal Exhibition in Paris a world fair destination where his work was spied on by many people in a market starved for fresh ideas and the strong creative energy emanating from Louis Vuitton Chanel and many other designer labels.


Desiring to protect the look & feel of his creation, Louis Vuitton changed the Louis Vuitton Grey Trianon design to a beige and brown stripes design in 1876.

In 1885,  the Louis Vuitton company opened the first Louis Vuitton store in London on Oxford Street and was welcomed by the public in England who frequented and purchased Louis Vuitton luggage and leather products.

Despite the efforts made by Louis Vuitton people continued to imitate Louis Vuitton product causing Louis Vuitton to creat the Damier Canvas pattern, which bore a logo that reads “marque L. Vuitton déposée”, which translates into “L. Vuitton registered trademark”.

In 1892, Louis Vuitton died on another Louis Vuitton day and Louis passed Louis Vuitton the company on to his Louis Vuitton son,  a boy named George Vuitton

Then Georges Vuitton, Louis Vuittons’ son, began a Louis Vuitton marketing campaign to build the Louis Vuitton company into a worldwide Louis Vuitton corporation and in America, Louis Vuitton products exhibited lavishly at the very large Chicago Worlds’ Fair in 1893.

Later In 1896, the Louis Vuitton company launched the Louis Vuitton signature Monogram Canvas and largely paranoid of his father’s past dealings with luggage larceny, the Louis Vuitton company established as many Louise Vuitton patents as life in the luggage business would permit.

Louis Vuitton graphic symbols, including quatrefoil and flowers as well as the Louis Vuitton monogram, were in their inception based on the wider trend of the use of Japanese monogram designs in the late Victorian era by other companies not named Louis Vuitton.

The loving effort to protect Louis Vuitton patents found their locus in trying to stop the large counterfeit market by non-Louis Vuitton people who loved to lisp Louis Vuitton secrets seemingly everywhere.

In this same year, George Vuitton the son of Louis Vuitton traveled to the United States, where he toured cities such as New York, Philadelphia, and Chicago, selling Vuitton products and discovering french inspired Louisiana where today they sell the Louis Vuitton Label in as many products as Louis Vuitton can make and supply.



(edited out) Louis Vuitton was inspired by “A London-based leather luxury goods company H.J. Cave & Sons was founded in 1839 while that penny page writer and co-founder with the Holy Spirit of the church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day saints Joseph Smith was still alive and Mark Cross luggage was still waiting to be invented.”

Ticket no. 062420170729 an excerpt from Mary’s letters

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 Alive only hours ago, his wretched pale face now resembles a ghost, a monster’s face, dark with woe and in death. A light catches upon his countenance. Water stains appeared as if tears ran down his face and left traces of their presence staining white the wrinkles on his skin. Such ceaseless tears their flow unable to quench the despair almost as if to say oh cursed am I in death. continued

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Marriage is hard. Realizing it’s time for a divorce might be even harder — especially when you add children, combined bank accounts, and the fact that we are all human (and thus filled with all the emotions) into the mix. NATALIE WALL

Human emotion is the one variable we can count on to mess up our lives if we do not percieve the outcomes of our behavior and the behavior of others when such behavior leans more toward the fullfillment of our own senses and needs and is  less than constructive in finding solutions and considerations that might help us to lead better lives and foster stronger more positive relationships even in a break-up.  

In any kind of relationship formal or casual how we conduct ourselves in our relationships often transmits over into the business world.  – JCANGELCRAFT M.S.


The Whale by Herman Melville

Call me Ishmael.

Some years ago–never mind how long precisely– having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off–then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball.

With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.

There now is your insular city of the Manhattoes, belted round by wharves as Indian isles by coral reefs–commerce surrounds it with her surf. Right and left, the streets take you waterward. Its extreme downtown is the battery, where that noble mole is washed by waves, and cooled by breezes, which a few hours previous were out of sight of land. Look at the crowds of water-gazers there.  Circumambulate the city of a dreamy Sabbath afternoon. Go from Corlears Hook to Coenties Slip, and from thence, by Whitehall, northward. What do you see?

Posted like silent sentinels all around the town, stand thousands upon thousands of mortal men fixed in ocean reveries. Some leaning against the spiles; some seated upon the pier-heads; some looking over the bulwarks glasses! of ships from China; some high aloft in the rigging, as if striving to get a still better seaward peep. But these are all landsmen; of week days pent up in lath and plaster–tied to counters, nailed to benches, clinched to desks. How then is this? Are the green fields gone? What do they here?

But look! here come more crowds, pacing straight for the water, and seemingly bound for a dive. Strange! Nothing will content them but the extremest limit of the land; loitering under the shady lee of yonder warehouses will not suffice. No. They must get just as nigh the water as they possibly can without falling in. And there they stand–miles of them–leagues. Inlanders all, they come from lanes and alleys, streets and avenues,–north, east, south, and west. Yet here they all unite. Tell me, does the magnetic virtue of the needles of the compasses of all those ships attract them thither?


Once more. Say you are in the country; in some high land of lakes. Take almost any path you please, and ten to one it carries you down in a dale, and leaves you there by a pool in the stream. There is magic in it. Let the most absent-minded of men be plunged in his deepest reveries– stand that man on his legs, set his feet a-going, and he will infallibly lead you to water, if water there be in all that region. Should you ever be athirst in the great American desert, try this experiment, if your caravan happen to be supplied with a metaphysical professor. Yes, as every one knows, meditation and water are wedded for ever.

But here is an artist. He desires to paint you the dreamiest, shadiest, quietest, most enchanting bit of romantic landscape in all the valley of the Saco. What is the chief element he employs? There stand his trees, each with a hollow trunk, as if a hermit and a crucifix were within; and here sleeps his meadow, and there sleep his cattle; and up from yonder cottage goes a sleepy smoke. Deep into distant woodlands winds a mazy way, reaching to overlapping spurs of mountains bathed in their hill-side blue. But though the picture lies thus tranced, and though this pine-tree shakes down its sighs like leaves upon this shepherd’s head, yet all were vain, unless the shepherd’s eye were fixed upon the magic stream before him. Go visit the Prairies in June, when for scores on scores of miles you wade knee-deep among Tiger-lilies–what is the one charm wanting?–Water there is not a drop of water there! Were Niagara but a cataract of sand, would you travel your thousand miles to see it?

Why did the poor poet of Tennessee, upon suddenly receiving two handfuls of silver, deliberate whether to buy him a coat, which he sadly needed, or invest his money in a pedestrian trip to Rockaway Beach? Why is almost every robust healthy boy with a robust healthy soul in him, at some time or other crazy to go to sea? Why upon your first voyage as a passenger, did you yourself feel such a mystical vibration, when first told that you and your ship were now out of sight of land?Why did the old Persians hold the sea holy? Why did the Greeks give it a separate deity, and own brother of Jove? Surely all this is not without meaning. And still deeper the meaning of that story of Narcissus, who because he could not grasp the tormenting, mild image he saw in the fountain, plunged into it and was drowned. But that same image, we ourselves see in all rivers and oceans. It is the image of the ungraspable phantom of life; and this is the key to it all.

The Whale by Herman Melville




Inspired by the femininity of Sicilian women, Dolce & Gabbana introduces Miss Sicily, its first colour and care lipstick, that delivers the colour of a lipstick, the shine of a gloss, and the care of a balm.  …..CONTINUED @ D & G 

Parla con me la mia donna di Roma, parla con un sussurro. Quanto è meraviglioso il giorno di Palermo. Quanto meraviglioso le notti a Venezia. Quanto è memorabile il tuo tocco, la tua grazia della tua mano sul mio. – JCANGELCRAFT 



The free literacy shared on this page was retrieved from the University of Maryland where the the 1818 editon of Mary Shelly’s Frankenstein is offered.  Univerisity’s carry the best of free literacy.  Even better is visit your local library where it costs nothing to read. Library shelves are filled with great books.   JC Angelcraft also check out Bible Gateway in more than 72 languages https://www.biblegateway.com

From Mary Shelly’s Frankenstein: 1818:

Chapter 4

It was on a dreary night of November, that I beheld the accomplishment of my toils. With an anxiety that almost amounted to agony, I collected the instruments of life around me, that I might infuse a spark of being into the lifeless thing that lay at my feet. It was already one in the morning; the rain pattered dismally against the panes, and my candle was nearly burnt out, when, by the glimmer of the half-extinguished light, I saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open; it breathed hard, and a convulsive motion agitated its limbs.

How can I describe my emotions at this catastrophe, or how delineate the wretch whom with such infinite pains and care I had endeavoured to form? His limbs were in proportion, and I had selected his features as beautiful. Beautiful!—Great God! His yellow skin scarcely covered the work of muscles and arteries beneath; his hair was of a lustrous black, and flowing; his teeth of a pearly whiteness; but these luxuriances only formed a more horrid contrast with his watery eyes, that seemed almost of the same colour as the dun white sockets in which they were set, his shrivelled complexion, and straight black lips

The different accidents of life are not so changeable as the feelings of human nature. I had worked hard for nearly two years, for the sole purpose of infusing life into an inanimate body. For this I had deprived myself of rest and health. I had desired it with an ardour that far exceeded moderation; but now that I had finished, the beauty of the dream vanished, and breathless horror and disgust filled my heart. Unable to endure the aspect of the being I had created, I rushed out of the room, and continued a long time traversing my bed-chamber, unable to compose my mind to sleep. At length lassitude succeeded to the tumult I had before endured; and I threw myself on the bed in my clothes, endeavouring to seek a few moments of forgetfulness. But it was in vain: I slept indeed, but I was disturbed by the wildest dreams. I thought I saw Elizabeth, in the bloom of health, walking in the streets of Ingolstadt. Delighted and surprised, I embraced her; but as I imprinted the first kiss on her lips, they became livid with the hue of death; her features appeared to change, and I thought that I held the corpse of my dead mother in my arms; a shroud enveloped her form, and I saw the grave-worms crawling in the folds of the flannel. I started from my sleep with horror; a cold dew covered my forehead, my teeth chattered, and every limb became convulsed; when, by the dim and yellow light of the moon, as it forced its way through the window-shutters, I beheld the wretch—the miserable monster whom I had created. He held up the curtain of the bed; and his eyes, if eyes they may be called, were fixed on me. His jaws opened, and he muttered some inarticulate sounds, while a grin wrinkled his cheeks. He might have spoken, but I did not hear; one hand was stretched out, seemingly to detain me, but I escaped, and rushed down stairs. I took refuge in the court-yard belonging to the house which I inhabited; where I remained during the rest of the night, walking up and down in the greatest agitation, listening attentively, catching and fearing each sound as if it were to announce the approach of the demoniacal corpse to which I had so miserably given life.

Oh! no mortal could support the horror of that countenance. A mummy again endued with animation could not be so hideous as that wretch. I had gazed on him while unfinished; he was ugly then; but when those muscles and joints were rendered capable of motion, it became a thing such as even Dante could not have conceived. 

I passed the night wretchedly. Sometimes my pulse beat so quickly and hardly, that I felt the palpitation of every artery; at others, I nearly sank to the ground through languor and extreme weakness. Mingled with this horror, I felt the bitterness of disappointment: dreams that had been my food and pleasant rest for so long a space, were now become a hell to me; and the change was so rapid, the overthrow so complete!

Morning, dismal and wet, at length dawned, and discovered to my sleepless and aching eyes the church of Ingolstadt, its white steeple and clock, which indicated the sixth hour. The porter opened the gates of the court, which had that night been my asylum, and I issued into the streets, pacing them with quick steps, as if I sought to avoid the wretch whom I feared every turning of the street would present to my view. I did not dare return to the apartment which I inhabited, but felt impelled to hurry on, although wetted by the rain, which poured from a black and comfortless skyI continued walking in this manner for some time, endeavouring, by bodily exercise, to ease the load that weighed upon my mind. I traversed the streets, without any clear conception of where I was, or what I was doing. My heart palpitated in the sickness of fear; and I hurried on with irregular steps, not daring to look about me:

Like one who, on a lonely road,

   Doth walk in fear and dread,

And, having once turn’d round, walks on,

   And turns no more his head;

Because he knows a frightful fiend

   Doth close behind him tread.


*Continuing thus, I came at length opposite to the inn at which the various diligences and carriages usually stopped. Here I paused, I knew not why; but I remained some minutes with my eyes fixed on a coach that was coming towards me from the other end of the street. As it drew nearer, I observed that it was the Swiss diligence: it stopped just where I was standing; and, on the door being opened, I perceived Henry Clerval, who, on seeing me, instantly sprung out. “My dear Frankenstein,” exclaimed he, “how glad I am to see you! how fortunate that you should be here at the very moment of my alighting!”

Nothing could equal my delight on seeing Clerval; his presence brought back to my thoughts my father, Elizabeth, and all those scenes of home so dear to my recollection. I grasped his hand, and in a moment forgot my horror and misfortune; I felt suddenly, and for the first time during many months, calm and serene joy. I welcomed my friend therefore, in the most cordial manner, and we walked towards my college. Clerval continued talking for some time about our mutual friends, and his own good fortune in being permitted to come to Ingolstadt. “You may easily believe,” said he, “how great was the difficulty to persuade my father that it was not absolutely necessary for a merchant not to understand any thing except book-keeping; and, indeed, I believe I left him incredulous to the last, for his constant answer to my unwearied entreaties was the same as that of the Dutch school-master in the Vicar of Wakefield: ‘I have ten thousand florins a year without Greek, I eat heartily without Greek.’ But his affection for me at length overcame his dislike of learning, and he has permitted me to undertake a voyage of discovery to the land of knowledge.”

It gives me the greatest delight to see you; but tell me how you left my father, brothers, and Elizabeth.”

“Very well, and very happy, only a little uneasy that they hear from you so seldom. By the bye, I mean to lecture you a little upon their account myself.—But, my dear Frankenstein,” continued he, stopping short, and gazing full in my face, “I did not before remark how very ill you appear; so thin and pale; you look as if you had been watching for several nights.”

“You have guessed right; I have lately been so deeply engaged in one occupation, that I have not allowed myself sufficient rest, as you see: but I hope, I sincerely hope, that all these employments are now at an end, and that I am at length free.

I trembled excessively; I could not endure to think of, and far less to allude to the occurrences of the preceding night. I walked with a quick pace, and we soon arrived at my college. I then reflected, and the thought made me shiver, that the creature whom I had left in my apartment might still be there, alive, and walking about. I dreaded to behold this monster; but I feared still more that Henry should see him. Entreating him therefore to remain a few minutes at the bottom of the stairs, I darted up towards my own room. My hand was already on the lock of the door before I recollected myself. I then paused; and a cold shivering came over me. I threw the door forcibly open, as children are accustomed to do when they expect a spectre to stand in waiting for them on the other side; but nothing appeared. I stepped fearfully in: the apartment was empty; and my bed-room was also freed from its hideous guest. I could hardly believe that so great a good-fortune could have befallen me; but when I became assured that my enemy had indeed fled, I clapped my hands for joy, and ran down to Clerval.

We ascended into my room, and the servant presently brought breakfast; but I was unable to contain myself. It was not joy only that possessed me; I felt my flesh tingle with excess of sensitiveness, and my pulse beat rapidly. I was unable to remain for a single instant in the same place; I jumped over the chairs, clapped my hands, and laughed aloud. Clerval at first attributed my unusual spirits to joy on his arrival; but when he observed me more attentively, he saw a wildness in my eyes for which he could not account; and my loud, unrestrained, heartless laughter, frightened and astonished him.

My dear Victor,” cried he, “what, for God’s sake, is the matter? Do not laugh in that manner. How ill you are! What is the cause of all this?”

“Do not ask me,” cried I, putting my hands before my eyes, for I thought I saw the dreaded spectre glide into the room; “he can tell. —Oh, save me! save me!” I imagined that the monster seized me; I struggled furiously, and fell down in a fit.

Poor Clerval! what must have been his feelings? A meeting, which he anticipated with such joy, so strangely turned to bitterness. But I was not the witness of his grief; for I was lifeless, and did not recover my senses for a long, long time.

This was the commencement of a nervous fever, which confined me for several months. During all that time Henry was my only nurse. I afterwards learned that, knowing my father’s advanced age, and unfitness for so long a journey, and how wretched my sickness would make Elizabeth, he spared them this grief by concealing the extent of my disorder. He knew that I could not have a more kind and attentive nurse than himself; and, firm in the hope he felt of my recovery, he did not doubt that, instead of doing harm, he performed the kindest action that he could towards them.

But I was in reality very ill; and surely nothing but the unbounded and unremitting attentions of my friend could have restored me to life. The form of the monster on whom I had bestowed existence was for ever before my eyes, and I raved incessantly concerning him. Doubtless my words surprised Henry: he at first believed them to be the wanderings of my disturbed imagination; but the pertinacity with which I continually recurred to the same subject persuaded him that my disorder indeed owed its origin to some uncommon and terrible event.

By very slow degrees, and with frequent relapses that alarmed and grieved my friend, I recovered. I remember the first time I became capable of observing outward objects with any kind of pleasure, I perceived that the fallen leaves had disappeared, and that the young buds were shooting forth from the trees that shaded my window. It was a divine spring; and the season contributed greatly to my convalescence. I felt also sentiments of joy and affection revive in my bosom; my gloom disappeared, and in a short time I became as cheerful as before I was attacked by the fatal passion.

“Dearest Clerval,” exclaimed I, “how kind, how very good you are to me. This whole winter, instead of being spent in study, as you promised yourself, has been consumed in my sick room. How shall I ever repay you? I feel the greatest remorse for the disappointment of which I have been the occasion; but you will forgive me.”

“You will repay me entirely, if you do not discompose yourself, but get well as fast as you can; and since you appear in such good spirits, I may speak to you on one subject, may I not?”

I trembled. One subject! what could it be? Could he allude to an object on whom I dared not even think?

“Compose yourself,” said Clerval, who observed my change of colour, “I will not mention it, if it agitates you; but your father and cousin would be very happy if they received a letter from you in your own handwriting. They hardly know how ill you have been, and are uneasy at your long silence.”

“Is that all? my dear Henry. How could you suppose that my first thought would not fly towards those dear, dear friends whom I love, and who are so deserving of my love.”

“If this is your present temper, my friend, you will perhaps be glad to see a letter that has been lying here some days for you: it is from your cousin, I believe.”




02. Though we long as believers for God to manifest our heresy shuts our eyes and closes our ears.   Look to the mysteries

03. More, we have failed to see him away from his chains and apart from his cross so then how can we know who we truly are?  Look to the mysteries.

04. Our good works are written by his hand and our souls and each of our lives are judged by him.   Look to the mysteries

05. Of the many gods there is only one,  the same God that through the mysteries gives man and women the manifestation they need to bless their troubled souls. Yes the mysteries, the mysteries of the Virgin who was Eve who is love and who is who was and is to come like your own souls.  Look to the mysteries

06. There is only one God.

07.  And the two who were forged by our Holy Spirit are one flesh and one spirit and since the Garden they have never been separated.  Look to the mysteries

08. More, we have failed to see her away from the foot of his burden and apart from his cross so then how can we know who we truly are? Look to the mysteries.

09. Oh my children, In the cultures of each nation Have I forged thy beauty,  in my heart unseen to your eyes, have I forged your smiles.

10. In the chromosomes of life are the conduits, conduits used to develop your spiritual natures.

11. Perfected in each incarnation and in each blood-line are your souls that upon God’s will can be changed on a whim.  Look to the mysteries.

12. Though you come from Adam and Eve and forged by God, you are also the descendents of the divine son your father.

13. You are the sons and daughters of him and her through the Holy Spirit  and through the generations and through Israel and Africa have we been together lo in every nation have we existed for you must be born again.  Look to John 3:3

14. Each color of the human race you must eventually experience.  though as whites you may not like it, changing your color and culture through reincarnation is intended to cure the vexation of my fallen children who having lost their angelic beauty and some always want to be white.   Look to the mysteries

15. And In you my turtle doves -my divine right – is found the beauty of the graceful expression of the women of many colors.  Look to the mysteries

16. In you my children have I loved every pigment of the spectrum that like silk- adorns your flesh in each incarnation with the beauty of your spirit. Look to the mysteries

17. And In every good creed and every good religion have you worshipped me by your side side lighting candles for the sake of Holiness. Look to the Mysteries




















On the subject of Audrey Hepburn, Cecil Beaton once tartly observed “Nobody ever looked like her before World War II. Now thousands of imitations have appeared. The woods are full of emaciated young ladies with rat-nibbled hair and moon pale faces.”

Like mushrooms after rain, suddenly a whole new generation of Audrey clones has sprung up in the forest. Obsessed with the waifish actress, they aspire not only to look like her but to dress the part as well. Divining the trend early, the department store Barneys launched a collection inspired by Hepburn’s dresses, culled from her personal and cinematic wardrobes.

Scores of fashion designers have since hopped aboard the Audrey bandwagon, peddling a head-to-heel neo-Hepburn look featuring fitted shifts and low, ladylike pumps. And this month Paramount Pictures is bringing out its remake of Billy Wilder’s 1954 Sabrina, the Cinderellaesque Hepburn classic which defined her image for the rest of her career.

All of this Audrey revivalism has been noted with extreme curiosity by the late actress’s close friend couturier Hubert de Givenchy, who first dressed the star in Sabrina and ended up creating her wardrobe for seven subsequent film roles, as well as for private life.

Ironically, this renewed—adulation of le style Audrey Hepburn is peaking just as Givenchy is retiring from the house he founded in 1952. This month English wunderkind John Galliano will replace the veteran couturier, who in October showed the final collection of his 43-year career.




Paris June 26, 1837

My Dearest Virgina

I received your letter just the other day and I am delighted you have chosen America as the place to where you will practice medicine.

Despite your inquests,  I myself am still not sure where my career will take me, but I have no doubts that God has called me to be a doctor like my Father.

And if there was ever any doubts in me as to how to ply my trade, it was when I was a little girl as  to what I should do with the left over parts of my frog experiments or what I should wear on Christmas day.? But now that I am and have become I doctor as you so well know and I shall confess to you what you have always known about me and somehow I shall resurrect my father’s spirit through some might interpret my jests as monstrous. ….

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It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.

However little known the feelings or views of such a man may be on his first entering a neighbourhood, this truth is so well fixed in the minds of the surrounding families, that he is considered the rightful property of some one or other of their daughters.

“My dear Mr. Bennet,” said his lady to him one day, “have you heard that Netherfield Park is let at last?”

Mr. Bennet replied that he had not.

“But it is,” returned she; “for Mrs. Long has just been here, and she told me all about it.”

Mr. Bennet made no answer.

“Do you not want to know who has taken it?” cried his wife impatiently.

“You want to tell me, and I have no objection to hearing it.”
This was invitation enough.

“Why, my dear, you must know, Mrs. Long says that Netherfield is taken by a young man of large fortune from the north of England; that he came down on Monday in a chaise and four to see the place, and was so much delighted with it, that he agreed with Mr. Morris immediately; that he is to take possession before Michaelmas, and some of his servants are to be in the house by the end of next week.”

“What is his name?”


“Is he married or single?”

“Oh! Single, my dear, to be sure! A single man of large fortune; four or five thousand a year. What a fine thing for our girls!”

“How so? How can it affect them?”

“My dear Mr. Bennet,” replied his wife, “how can you be so tiresome! You must know that I am thinking of his marrying one of them.”

“Is that his design in settling here?”

“Design! Nonsense, how can you talk so! But it is very likely that he may fall in love with one of them, and therefore you must visit him as soon as he comes.”

“I see no occasion for that. You and the girls may go, or you may send them by
themselves, which perhaps will be still better, for as you are as handsome as any of them, Mr. Bingley may like you the best of the party.”

“My dear, you flatter me. I certainly have had my share of beauty, but I do not pretend to be anything extraordinary now. When a woman has five grown-up daughters, she ought to give over thinking of her own beauty.”

“In such cases, a woman has not often much beauty to think of.”

“But, my dear, you must indeed go and see Mr. Bingley when he comes into the

“It is more than I engage for, I assure you.” “But consider your daughters. Only think what an establishment it would be for one of them.

Sir William and Lady Lucas are determined to go, merely on that account, for in
general, you know, they visit no newcomers. Indeed you must go, for it will be impossible for us to visit him if you do not.”

“You are over-scrupulous, surely. I dare say Mr. Bingley will be very glad to see you; and I will send a few lines by you to assure him of my hearty consent to his marrying whichever he chooses of the girls; though I must throw in a good word for my little Lizzy.”

“I desire you will do no such thing. Lizzy is not a bit better than the others; and I am sure she is not half so handsome as Jane, nor half so good-humoured as Lydia.  But you are always giving her the preference.”

“They have none of them much to recommend them,” replied he; “they are all silly and ignorant like other girls; but Lizzy has something more of quickness than her sisters.”

“Mr. Bennet, how can you abuse your own children in such a way? You take delight in vexing me. You have no compassion for my poor nerves.”

“You mistake me, my dear. I have a high respect for your nerves. They are my old friends. I have heard you mention them with consideration these last twenty years at least.”

“Ah, you do not know what I suffer.” “But I hope you will get over it, and live to see many young men of four thousand a year come into the neighbourhood.”

“It will be no use to us, if twenty such should come, since you will not visit them.”

“Depend upon it, my dear, that when there are twenty, I will visit them all.”

Mr. Bennet was so odd a mixture of quick parts, sarcastic humour, reserve, and caprice, that the experience of three-and-twenty years had been insufficient to make his wife understand his character. Her mind was less difficult to develop. She was a woman of mean understanding, little information, and uncertain temper. When she was discontented, she fancied herself nervous. The business of her life was to get her daughters married; its solace
was visiting and news.  (Authored by JANE AUSTEN)



Early collections

The first collection by DOLCE & GABBANA was shown in October 1985 alongside five other up-and-coming Italian labels as part of Milan Fashion Week.

At that time D&G was barely afloat and could not afford to hire models or provide accessories for them, so they sought help from their friends proving true the saying that having real friends can pay off.

But where to find a real friend when you need money?

Money and its place in one’s life and mutual respect for money is often what separates friends from friends.  And then there is time?  Giving of ones valuable time is for me far more costly and more personal than money.

So the new D&G models (their friends) simply wore their personal items to complement the clothing to cover accessories.

For this event, the new designer brand used a cotton sheet that Dolce that had previously served as a stage curtain.

Thus their first collection was born and called  “Real Women”  in gratitude to the models who helped.

Sales from the first collection was not enough causing Gabbana to cancel the fabric order they’d put in to create their second collection.

However, Dolce’s family offered to help meet their costs.  There is nothing like family.    JCANGELCRAFT



Letter I TO Mrs. Saville, England St. Petersburgh, Dec. 11th, 17- You will rejoice to hear that no disaster has accompanied the commencement of an enterprise which you have regarded with such evil forebodings.

I arrived here yesterday, and my first task is to assure my dear sister of my welfare and increasing confidence in the success of my undertaking. I am already far north of London, and as I walk in the streets of Petersburgh, I feel a cold northern breeze play upon my cheeks, which braces my nerves and fills me with delight.

Do you understand this feeling?

This breeze, which has travelled from the regions towards which I am advancing, gives me a foretaste of those icy climes.

Inspirited by this wind of promise, my daydreams become more fervent and vivid.  I try in vain to be persuaded that the pole is the seat of frost and desolation; it ever presents itself to my imagination as the region of beauty and delight.  There, Margaret, the sun is forever visible, its broad disk just skirting the horizon and diffusing a perpetual splendour.

Therefore with your leave, my sister, I will put some trust in preceding navigators—there snow and frost are banished; and, sailing over a calm sea, we may be wafted to a land surpassing in wonders and in beauty every region hitherto discovered on the habitable globe. Its productions and features may be without example, as the phenomena of the heavenly bodies undoubtedly are in those undiscovered solitudes.

What may not be expected in a country of eternal light? I may there discover the wondrous power which attracts the needle and may regulate a thousand celestial observations that require only this voyage to render their seeming eccentricities consistent forever.

I shall satiate my ardent curiosity with the sight of a part of the world never before visited, and may tread a land never before imprinted by the foot of man.

These are my enticements, and they are sufficient to conquer all fear of danger or death and to induce me to commence this laborious voyage with the joy a child feels when he embarks in a little boat, with his holiday mates, on an expedition of discovery up his native river.

But supposing all these conjectures to be false, you cannot contest the inestimable benefit which I shall confer on all 4 mankind, to the last generation, by discovering a passage near the pole to those countries, to reach which at present so many months are requisite; or by ascertaining the secret of the magnet, which, if at all possible, can only be effected by an undertaking such as mine.

These reflections have dispelled the agitation with which I began my letter, and I feel my heart glow with an enthusiasm which elevates me to heaven, for nothing contributes so much to tranquillize the mind as a steady purpose—a point on which the soul may fix its intellectual eye.

This expedition has been the favourite dream of my early years. I have read with ardour the accounts of the various voyages which have been made in the prospect of arriving at the North Pacific Ocean through the seas which surround the pole.

You may remember that a history of all the voyages made for purposes of discovery composed the whole of our good Uncle Thomas’ library. My education was neglected, yet I was passionately fond of reading.

These volumes were my study day and night, and my familiarity with them increased that regret which I had felt, as a child, on learning that my father’s dying injunction had forbidden my uncle to allow me to embark in a seafaring life.

These visions faded when I perused, for the first time, those poets whose effusions entranced my soul and lifted it to heaven. I also became a poet and for one year lived in a paradise of my own creation; I imagined that I also might obtain a niche in the temple where the names of Homer and Shakespeare are consecrated.

You are well acquainted with my failure and how heavily I bore the disappointment. But just at that time I inherited the fortune of my cousin, and my thoughts were turned into the channel of their earlier bent.

Six years have passed since I resolved on my present undertaking. I can, even now, remember the hour from which I dedicated myself to this great enterprise.

I commenced by inuring my body to hardship. I accompanied the whale-fishers on several expeditions to the North Sea; I voluntarily endured cold, famine, thirst, and want of sleep; I often worked harder than the common sailors during the day and devoted my nights to the study of mathematics, the theory of medicine, and those branches of physical science from which a naval adventurer might derive the greatest practical advantage.

Twice I actually hired myself as an under-mate in a Greenland whaler, and acquitted myself to admiration.  I must own I felt a little proud when my captain offered me the second dignity in the vessel and entreated me to remain with the greatest earnestness, so valuable did he consider my services. And now, dear Margaret, do I not deserve to accomplish some great purpose?

My life might have been passed in ease and luxury, but I preferred glory to every enticement that wealth placed in my path. Oh, that some encouraging voice would answer in the affirmative!

My courage and my resolution is firm; but my hopes fluctuate, and my spirits are often depressed. I am about to proceed on a long and difficult voyage, the emergencies of which will demand all my fortitude: I am required not only to raise the spirits of others, but sometimes to sustain my own, when theirs are failing.

This is the most favourable period for travelling in Russia. They fly quickly over the snow in their sledges; the motion is pleasant, and, in my opinion, far more agreeable than that of an English stagecoach.

The cold is not excessive, if you are wrapped in furs—a dress which I have already adopted, for there is a great difference between walking the deck and remaining seated motionless for hours, when no exercise prevents the blood from actually freezing in your veins. I have no ambition to lose my life on the post-road between St. Petersburgh and Archangel.

I shall depart for the latter town in a fortnight or three weeks; and my intention is to hire a ship there, which can easily be done by paying the insurance for the owner, and to engage as many sailors as I think necessary among those who are accustomed to the whale-fishing.

I do not intend to sail until the month of June; and when shall I return? Ah, dear sister, how can I answer this question? If I succeed, many, many months, perhaps years, will pass before you and I may meet. If I fail, you will see me again soon, or never. Farewell, my dear, excellent Margaret. Heaven shower down blessings on you, and save me, that I may again and again testify my gratitude for all your love and kindness.

Your affectionate brother, R. Walton (Authored by Mary Shelly)




I watch the reindeer
like ghosts they run the night away
I hear the reindeer
A hardy sound they make
Their gaze affixed on mine
And antlers ready, still
I cannot wait tomorrow’s day
Till they draw nigh again

JC Angelcraft

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Conceived by Creator Directors Silvia Venturini Fendi and Karl Lagerfeld, the Fall/Winter 2016-17 collection

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“A good woman is always a good listener and their response always complicated for a womans heart holds many Secrets” – JC Angelcraft

Conceived by Creator Directors Silvia Venturini Fendi and Karl Lagerfeld, the Fall/Winter 2016-17 collection explores new textures, soft silhouettes and bold embroidery with a romantic twist. Star of the collection are the waves and the botanical detailing, spotted on the garments as well as on the accessories. Also, debuting on the runway, is the DotCom bag in its Mini version, embellished with the must-have Strap You.  FENDI visits JCANGELCRAFT PARIS


Milan Fashion Week

Hot off the runway! The collection is modern and romantic, pairing rich deep shades with bright contrasting colors. Soft silhouettes are given an edge with graphic prints.


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Her recipe is then stored in our computers vault and is available only to her and each women should want to keep her scent unique and others using it will not produce the same allure of attraction of the original women’s DNA perfume and Each womans by JC Angelcraft.


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