<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4263986098336899555</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:22:06.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE MIRRORED UNDERGROUND</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themirroredunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4263986098336899555/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themirroredunderground.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Drop Dead Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09731880869089036897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4D2BH-9GvU/SwIrv5KmN5I/AAAAAAAAABI/k2omaqrA2gM/S220/many.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4263986098336899555.post-7363768542635342068</id><published>2010-01-23T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T08:09:50.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I perch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Feathers ruffle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I want what you have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;These talons are sharp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;after the years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I have spent grinding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Digging my toes into bark,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I song you a song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'm just another sound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I ruffle my feathers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4263986098336899555-7363768542635342068?l=themirroredunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themirroredunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/7363768542635342068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themirroredunderground.blogspot.com/2010/01/talons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4263986098336899555/posts/default/7363768542635342068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4263986098336899555/posts/default/7363768542635342068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themirroredunderground.blogspot.com/2010/01/talons.html' title='Talons'/><author><name>Drop Dead Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09731880869089036897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4D2BH-9GvU/SwIrv5KmN5I/AAAAAAAAABI/k2omaqrA2gM/S220/many.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4263986098336899555.post-12670520557207946</id><published>2009-11-18T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T19:33:21.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Omission</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Your shape is too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;like my own, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;my discomfort,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;and I know how it wants,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;how it tries to be touched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I want to run my mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;as abandoned as you never did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;to depict the delusions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I had planned on living out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You'll realize, one of these nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;when you're without destination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;or a surefire "I need you",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;that the reality of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;having what you think you need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;verses what you had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;is spined and wretched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You'll have a hard time leaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;something so sharp &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;to be stepped on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;but I'll do it, I always do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I can never omit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;that "I wont hold a grudge"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;because it's true &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;though what's close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;will always prove &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;the easiest route.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b174/incubuspizza/Decorated%20images/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Une_pose_by_SweetyViolence-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b174/incubuspizza/Decorated%20images/Une_pose_by_SweetyViolence-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/broken%20glass" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4263986098336899555-12670520557207946?l=themirroredunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themirroredunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/12670520557207946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themirroredunderground.blogspot.com/2009/11/your-shape-is-too-much-like-my-own-my.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4263986098336899555/posts/default/12670520557207946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4263986098336899555/posts/default/12670520557207946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themirroredunderground.blogspot.com/2009/11/your-shape-is-too-much-like-my-own-my.html' title='Omission'/><author><name>Drop Dead Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09731880869089036897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4D2BH-9GvU/SwIrv5KmN5I/AAAAAAAAABI/k2omaqrA2gM/S220/many.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b174/incubuspizza/Decorated%20images/th_Une_pose_by_SweetyViolence-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4263986098336899555.post-1306501998062425430</id><published>2009-11-17T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T09:16:17.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ellie Goulding</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;This morning resounds with a recent musical addiction, an artist by the name of Ellie Goulding. I only first heard her about 3 months ago and, while she’s not what I typically lunge for at the record store, I find her quite refreshing. Her voice reminds me of a delicate jumble between the lightness of Joanna Newsom, the intensity Flyleaf, and the artistic approach always seen by Imogen Heap. I know, I know, sounds completely bonkers but it works. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Some of her musical inspirations include Regina Spektor, Lauryn Hill, Ani Di Franco, Ella Fitzgerald, and Bjork. Though currently residing in London, Ellie was born in Hereford and grew up in Powys, Wales. She started her career as an alternative singer/songwriter but found success in a number of electro producers, such as Starsmith and Frankmusik, that gobbled her up in an excitement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Her mass outpour on the European charts surely mirror that she made the right move as I’m sure anyone who has heard Goulding’s recent tracks would agree. Ellie ultimately signed a major-label deal with Polydor Records and hastily made plans to release her full-length album debut as well as release the premier video for her  song, “Under The Sheets”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Along with being a musical gem, she’s written for other European artists such as Diana Vickers and Gabriella Climi.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Navl4fYI-Zk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Navl4fYI-Zk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4263986098336899555-1306501998062425430?l=themirroredunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themirroredunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/1306501998062425430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themirroredunderground.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-morning-resounds-with-recent.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4263986098336899555/posts/default/1306501998062425430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4263986098336899555/posts/default/1306501998062425430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themirroredunderground.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-morning-resounds-with-recent.html' title='Ellie Goulding'/><author><name>Drop Dead Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09731880869089036897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4D2BH-9GvU/SwIrv5KmN5I/AAAAAAAAABI/k2omaqrA2gM/S220/many.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4263986098336899555.post-7341829580703198280</id><published>2009-11-16T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T08:56:02.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CardiGONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The air outside is growing dense with shivers and shakes but I know when the leaves fall and the sky turns white, it’s the season for knits and I am overjoyed. This winter is sure to be buttoned up perfectly as a surge of cardigans make their way into our arms. As it’s been for about 4 years now, the cardigan has simplified immensely down to monotone, basic cable knit, remnants of what they once were while vintage boutiques are thriving with artful pieces of history at a heavenly price. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today alone, I purchased four beauties on consignment, all with a story. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The first, an 80’s style turquoise diamond knitted piece by Fenn. What I love about 80’s cardigans is the distinct shape consisting of a thick collar and a thick cinched bottom which gives the “bohemian chic” look that’s been so explosive for the past couple years. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The second is a simpler design by Manson which climaxed primarily in the 1950’s so as you can imagine, I was more than thrilled to find this. This piece is a dark cranberry color with abalone buttons and two small pockets narrowing the front. It’s one of those pieces in a collection that takes you back to an era you’ve never known. I love that about fashion. It’s all a fad; it will always signify a generation. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The third purchase of the day was another lovely 80’s knit cardigan by Method. I bought it greatly oversized which is surprisingly not hard to do when you’re buying vintage, especially knits, as they tend to grow and loosen out over the years. This jewel is right out of Teen Witch and is reads extremely well with any outfit due to its rich black color. It has little glints of coral, cornflower blue, and mustard throughout but what would the 80’s be without some off colors? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The last of these finds makes my heart sing even to think about it. It’s made by a designer, Lake Harmony, which I haven’t heard much about so I’m not quite sure when it was made, though, it looks extremely late 70’s which I love. It’s in a deep pine color which I’ve never been crazy about, I’ll admit, but something about this piece is so special looking. The knit is heavy and oversized in all the right ways. Whether it was intentional or not, I haven’t the slightest idea, but it’s longer than I’ve seen most 70’s knits. It’s nearly knee length and is adorned with pristine, sienna leather, woven buttons. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I encourage all of you to search and rescue these beauties from your local thrift, consignment, and vintage shops. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Do some good. Wear some good.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4D2BH-9GvU/SwI-Y6sSl6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/Bsyo7zfiFE8/s1600/parker+1297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404951100590823330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4D2BH-9GvU/SwI-Y6sSl6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/Bsyo7zfiFE8/s320/parker+1297.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4263986098336899555-7341829580703198280?l=themirroredunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themirroredunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/7341829580703198280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themirroredunderground.blogspot.com/2009/11/cardigone.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4263986098336899555/posts/default/7341829580703198280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4263986098336899555/posts/default/7341829580703198280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themirroredunderground.blogspot.com/2009/11/cardigone.html' title='CardiGONE'/><author><name>Drop Dead Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09731880869089036897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4D2BH-9GvU/SwIrv5KmN5I/AAAAAAAAABI/k2omaqrA2gM/S220/many.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4D2BH-9GvU/SwI-Y6sSl6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/Bsyo7zfiFE8/s72-c/parker+1297.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
