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under her belt, but because the music industry is generally in the shitter, the weirdo singer-songwriter is set to release a deluxe edition of her debut album—the full title being Born to Die: Paradise Edition—on November 12. We don't have to discount Louis Vuitton bagwait that long to hear the new tracks, however, as the chanteause has uploaded a YouTube montage of clips from the album. important drawing because it first stands witness on the cubist work carried out by my grandfather,” says Olivier Picasso, son of Maya.d leisure for folks who have no aptitude for leisure," according to Tom Robbins, but a weekend is still a weekend. The pleasure of a Friday night, the knowing the burdens of work week have a brief respite carry themselves into the following two days of leisure, and what better way to indulge in that leisure than heading to the cinema.
And this weekend, there are more than enough wonderful films showing around New York for you to disappear Gucci cluthesinto. Whether it's your favorite John Waters, the best of NYFF, or some of the most stunning It was Olivier Picasso and Péri Cochin, a French journalist of Iraqi and Lebanese descent, who came up with the idea of raising money by raffling a famous artwork online. Cochin, whose mother founded AIST in 1980, says that in the past the charity had always raised its funds at gala dinners – events at which, in her words, “you go there, you get bored, you don’t know what to talk about to your neighbour and at 11pm you want to go home as quickly as possible”. So she suggested an alternative means of fundraising, and one with a far more international reach. “By using the internet we can get in touch with people who do not already know us, people in China, Japan, Brazil – because at gala dinners it’s almost always the same people,” she says.
“This is a different way to raise money.” The special edition / reissue will include the original fifteen tracks from "Born to Die" as well as a second disc of nine songs. One is, naturally, her cover of "Blue Velvet," which I can only assume she thought was written by David Lynch. More importantly, there's a song titled, aptly, "Pussy," which includes the classic line, "My pussy tastes like Pepsi cola." Being a Coke man (and someone who is more into penises than vaginas), I can only say that I am a little concerned. Will too much of Lana Del Rey's vagina give you Gucci duffle bagcavities? I, for one, can't imagine it's particularly good for you, but I have yet to ask my dentist. (That does, however, remind me that I should make an