tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58748132604348090912024-02-20T17:50:04.659-08:00Isabella ReneauxIsabella Reneauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08233988026188223845noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5874813260434809091.post-37548590946844412122009-02-13T06:16:00.000-08:002009-02-13T06:24:19.192-08:00aviators and a v-neck.<a href="http://s217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/?action=view&current=allforweb.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/allforweb.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0"></a><br /><br />Photographer: Andy Kuechenmeister, makeup by Maxine Suter and hair by Ziggy<br /><br /><a href="http://www.e-bastian.de/">More.</a>Isabella Reneauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18397236685705982821noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5874813260434809091.post-68325825077848812782009-02-10T07:20:00.000-08:002009-02-10T07:29:51.470-08:0010969 from now on.<a href="http://s217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/?action=view&current=SH106884m.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/SH106884m.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://s217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/?action=view¤t=blogweb.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/blogweb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a>Isabella Reneauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18397236685705982821noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5874813260434809091.post-9284343713422003972009-02-10T06:27:00.000-08:002009-02-13T06:37:18.287-08:00blush-berlin<a href="http://s217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/?action=view&current=thorstenweb5.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/thorstenweb5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><a href="http://s217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/?action=view&current=thorstenweb2.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/thorstenweb2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><a href="http://s217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/?action=view&current=thorstenweb3.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/thorstenweb3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><a href="http://s217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/?action=view&current=thorstenweb.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/thorstenweb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://blush-berlin.de/start.html">Blush</a>.Isabella Reneauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18397236685705982821noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5874813260434809091.post-8946435013780633302009-01-29T09:24:00.000-08:002009-02-13T06:26:21.339-08:00Send "The First" Ringtone to Cell Phone<a href="http://www.izaio.de/index.php?id=1211">Me.</a>Isabella Reneauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18397236685705982821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5874813260434809091.post-84914827294900953792009-01-22T07:10:00.000-08:002009-02-10T06:35:33.429-08:00Bedford Hotel, NYCPhotographer: Chip Willis<br />Makeup by Charlotte B, Hair by Crews. Styling by Rhonda McKnight.<br />2007<br /><a href="http://s217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/?action=view&current=isabellasheer.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/isabellasheer.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://s217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/?action=view&current=ChipChairLingerie-2.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/ChipChairLingerie-2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://s217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/?action=view¤t=chipwillisweb2.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/chipwillisweb2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a>Isabella Reneauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18397236685705982821noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5874813260434809091.post-373183119183680292009-01-22T07:05:00.000-08:002009-01-22T07:41:48.784-08:00Why making your life a Dead Kennedy's song isn't such a great idea after high school:The "köpi" is a squat located in Berlin's city center. It's illegally the home to 80+ anarchist. The building is now up for sale. Instead of making an attempt at purchasing the building the inhabitants have chosen to declare "war" on the local police. Good luck there. German police are far less forgiving than those in the US. <br /><br />The köpi is in close proximity to daycares, banks, shopping centers, grocery stores and my apartment. <br /><br />In this case poor thinking has gone way too far. Acts of violence by these leftist have left people in Mitte feeling threatened and in danger. <br /><br />Below is my response to one of these leftist. Their writings are in Italic while mine are in bold lettering. <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><br /> listen. if you want an honest answer. my face was cringing as i was reading the things you were writing. the person who "owns" that property has absolutely NO right to it. what did that person do to own that property? they paid an amount of money and signed their name on a peice of paper. only to do absolutely NOTHING with it untill it was profitable enough to sell it.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">If you want an honest answer, my face cringes to think that your outlook on life hasn't matured or become even slightly more realistic in the years since we've known each other. You can put "owns" in "brackets" all you like, but it doesn't change a simple fact. The people who decided to live in that building do not have any right to it. You operate under the mindset of someone who's had everything given to them their whole life, yet resents it. You just assume things will be there for you to take no matter what. The person who OWNS that building is the reason it's there in the first place. No amount of hanging out, drinking, putting on shows or anything else the squatters did will ever create a building. That's where your entire viewpoint falls flat. You can't dumpster dive for food without a grocery store there selling food to other people, and you can't squat in a building without someone paying to have it built in the first place. If you change the rules so that people are allowed to take control of whatever building they happen to feel like taking, you get no more buildings ever. It's called incentive. Without a financial incentive to build a building (ie: ownership and the right to use that building as you see fit) nobody will ever build the buildings for you to squat in. It's totally foreign to you to think that paying an amount of money is an important act because you romanticize poverty. It's pretty infantile to think that somehow the world would just go on without all the things that human beings have worked so hard for over the centuries. Being able to trade money for goods is the singular reason why so many people are able to survive, and not the reason why anybody starves. It's only grown up babies who had mommy and daddy pay their way who don't understand this basic fact. If you didn't have money and trade, you don't have food to feed the world, you don't have clothing, and you don't have any buildings for ANYBODY to live in.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"> the people who have been in the kopi for the past 20 years basically BUILT that building and made it livable. it houses dozens of people and functions as a show space, bar, community space, and a general free space where you can go and hang out when there's nothing else to do. in my eyes, this is a million times more legit "ownership" than some fuckhead throwing around his capital.... "investing" in vacant buildings.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Again, it's much easier to suggest that ownership is unimportant than to face anything resembling reality. Your understanding of the word "basically" is seriously flawed. The person who BUILT the building is the person who built the building. Spray painting walls, and bringing in furniture off the street is not the same thing as building, if you can't see the difference you should try building something for real. You seem to think getting huge structures is some really easy task compared with turning it into a space to "hang out when there's nothing else to do". If there was "nothing else to do" why not say... get a job? why not go and make the world a bit better place for those who are actually in need (as opposed to punks who prefer the romance of poverty to actual work). The fact is that you're all talk. You're an overgrown 12 year old who thinks that it's cool to have a fort to hang out with your buddies. This doesn't help any real poor people, it just lets you and your friends feel cool.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"> going back to my first paragraph... it is a disgusting fucking atrocity, even in a rich ass country like germany, to buy a building and leave it vacant when there are PEOPLE ON THE STREET. to me this is the clearest and best justification for squatting. cant you understand that???????? i thought you did. maybe you do. i dont know.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Knowing you've lived in Berlin I can't excuse your idiotic false attempt at an explanation here. Berlin is not a rich city, the fact that people in Potsdam have money doesn't drive up the rents in Berlin, and there's no reason to assume that the person who owns that building has some vast endless supply of money to afford to just let it go. Also, if you actually cared about people on the streets, you would do something that actually helps those that need it, rather than trying to build social clubs for people like yourself. The overwhelming majority of people who live on the streets are either mentally ill or the victims of abuse in the home. Neither of these groups benefit from squatting. The girl who was abused by her father should not be living in a squat, it's not a safe place for her. I understand more about this than you ever will Gary. Squats do nothing to help the real problem, they just let you feel better about yourself. I don't think that making a bunch of obnoxious white kids feel cool is a good justification to steal money out of someone's pocket who will be paying out taxes which will go to fund actual shelters and places where people can be safe. Fuck your sense of entitlement gary, you're so obviously a child.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"> as far as the violence goes... that is basic european protest for you. i think there is a basic understanding that to have democracy, you have to keep the police in check.. and that means fighting back every now and again. not with sit-ins and peaceful marches, but with rocks and bottles and fire. they are not our masters, isabella. and when they commit crimes against us, like evicting us from OUR buildings, we have to fight back.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Again, you clearly don't understand what the word "basic" means. You need to expand your viewpoint. Democracy means that the populace has a say in how their political system functions. The people overwhelmingly support the police. The fact that you happen to see them as enemies doesn't make you a defender of democracy. There is little in this world less friendly towards democracy than a bunch of random kids thinking that they have been elected the vigilante justice. Did you know that bottles and rocks and fire can hurt other people besides the police? There are children (besides you) and elderly people who live in these areas. Do you really think that it's okay on any level to endanger a child or aged person in order to fight your little pathetic (let me repeat it again Gary, it's pathetic, the most pathetic excuse for a life I can imagine, so sad and small and purely selfish that it makes me tremble to think that people can really be so stupid, pathetic.) little battle with the police? You are not keeping them in check. Every time you throw a bottle you are doing one thing and one thing only, you are wasting public money that will be taken out of social services. I know you used to collect welfare, you pathetic child. You have no problem stealing food out of the mouths of the hungry children who have less now because selfish babies like yourself think that everything in the world should just come to them. Every fire or smashed bottle or graffiti or broken window means the money to clean it up is taken out of the budget for the soup kitchen, homeless shelter, welfare program, or some other place that will only harm those people whose side you pretend to be on. You not only don't mind taking food from hungry children so that you don't have to *GASP* work for a living, but you are willing to steal money from a baby so that you can play pirates and smash bottles BECAUSE IT'S FUN FOR YOU. That is subhuman Gary, it's fucking awful. The fact that you think putting innocent people in danger so that you can steal money from the needy to justify your idiotic romance with being a rebel is not a moral high ground, it makes you the lowest form of human life on the planet.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"> as much as i know, the kopi was ok for now. but if you're right, and it will be shut down, i will be there on the street. even if i dont like any of those people. this is about having free space in a world dominated by consumer culture.<br /> this is about right vs wrong. the person who owns that building does not deserve it.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Of course it will be shut down, as it should. There are families who work hard for a living who could be living in those buildings.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Here's your problem. You think you're an enemy of consumer culture but you're not. If it wasn't for consumer culture you would be long dead and gone. You don't have even the most basic understanding of the world, thanks to your consistent sheltering throughout your life. You can't see that everything you do is a product of what you call "consumer culture". The trains you ride had to be built, along with the tracks, and would never have existed without there being a serious incentive to build them. You are not subverting the train culture by riding for free, you are simply choosing to be a parasite. The same goes for dumpster diving. Eat garbage all you want, you can thanks to the fact that we have an incredibly advanced food supply system that has been worked out and improved year after year with investments into science and infrastructure and which has now allowed food to be plentiful in the USA. So much so that parasites like yourself can choose to feed off the fat generated by the system. Take away the system and you don't eat. Even given a plot of land to farm, you wouldn't be able to feed yourself. Human beings were subsistence farmers for centuries, and were also dying from starvation left and right. You think things were better before trade? You are either the most ignorant person I have ever known, or simply the stupidest. Consumer culture has it's downfalls for sure. People buy way more than they need and it has an alienating effect on some. This is not the same thing as thinking that trade and ownership are concepts that have slowed down human progress. There's nothing else that has come even close to these two concepts when it comes to benefiting all of humankind. It takes an olympic ignorance to think that we were better off before trade existed, or that places where ownership is not protected are somehow better off.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">You're full of shit Gary. If you were really a fucking anarchist you wouldn't be coming to Berlin to throw bottles (after you drink from them I imagine) at cops, you would go live in the anarchist utopias in the Ukraine, Somalia, or any of the huge number of places where consumer culture, private property, police, and everything else you hate have no control over what goes on. You would never though, because you can't exist without the things you claim to hate so much. You're completely full of shit. You think you help out those in need, but everything you do actually hurts them. You claim to hate cops and government, but you actually just love being one of those people who talks like that. You owe your whole existence and identity to the consumer culture, so shut the fuck up and stop pretending you're representing what's "right". If you weren't so in love with yourself you wouldn't be blinded to the harm and stupidity of your actions.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><br /> i just woke up. i hope this made some sense to you.<br /> gary</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Nope, "woke up" is exactly what you haven't done, maybe it's time.</span>Isabella Reneauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18397236685705982821noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5874813260434809091.post-42681932207698134992009-01-22T06:27:00.000-08:002009-01-24T08:42:11.233-08:00Christopher Mclallen and I.christophermclallen.com<br /><br />www.identitynyc.com<br /><br />www.driveinstudios.com<br /><a href="http://s217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/?action=view¤t=maclallencopy.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/maclallencopy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br /><a href="http://s217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/?action=view&current=cm-sm107sm.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/cm-sm107sm.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/?action=view&current=cm-sm9935sm.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/cm-sm9935sm.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/?action=view&current=cm-sm175sm.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/cm-sm175sm.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a>Isabella Reneauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18397236685705982821noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5874813260434809091.post-8315192157763253132008-12-16T01:55:00.000-08:002008-12-16T02:32:29.335-08:00Auguste GarufiWe drove 45 minutes deep into Brooklyn to seek out his favorite mom and pop bakery. I can't recall if we ate the bread.<br /><br /><a href="http://s217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/?action=view¤t=PC019.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/PC019.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br /><br />I would freeze on the back of his vespa. We always made jokes about me driving but we both knew I was incapable.<br /><br /><br />One day the vespa and Auguste got into an accident. I felt heartbroken.<br /><br /><a href="http://s217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/?action=view¤t=PC108-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/PC108-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br /><br />He remains the same, we chat once in awhile but distance lessens everything.<br /><br /><a href="http://s217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/?action=view¤t=PC085-d1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/PC085-d1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br /><br />I would come over and make jokes, the jokes lasted for hours, I would take the wrong measurements or use the wrong paint. His patience was never ending.<br /><br /><a href="http://s217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/?action=view¤t=PC019.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/PC019.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/?action=view¤t=INST234-d1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/INST234-d1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/?action=view¤t=garufi-studio-07.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/garufi-studio-07.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a>Isabella Reneauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18397236685705982821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5874813260434809091.post-35480035308783771132008-11-30T20:37:00.001-08:002008-11-30T20:38:32.852-08:00Sometimes the world is pleasant.An email I received several weeks ago from a former stranger:<br /><br />i know it must be strange just hearing it randomly. but i really do mean it. if i were to build a perfect woman, it would be you head to toe including personality (from what i gathered from your info). haha, i told my fiance, and he got jealous.<br /><br />i'm originally from poland (i was born in poznan which isn't too far from the german border), and i go back occasionally to visit family. i would love to shoot with you sometime in the future. if i make any plans to head to europe in the next coming months, i'd really like to plan something with you. until then, i wish you the best of everything in all you do.<br /><br />cheers,<br />Hanna <br /><br />Tonight I wrote her back:<br /><br />Dear Hanna;<br /><br />It's taking me a bit to respond. A message like your's deserves thought which requires time. I wanted to write you when I had a moment to myself.<br /><br />I am sitting in an empty kitchen in Wayne PA. I am all alone and sipping lukewarm tea. I'm happy I have moments like this to reflect.<br /><br />Your email was so generous and I want you to know how much I appreciate you looking further than the obvious. People see what they want and it's never the truth. It's hard to communicate through images, I am trying and I am so happy when I meet others who are making the same attempt.<br /><br />With love and thought,<br />Isabella <br /><br />The world isn't always about to blow up.Isabella Reneauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18397236685705982821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5874813260434809091.post-81609235196433229802008-11-30T19:12:00.000-08:002008-11-30T19:31:03.348-08:00R5.It's 10:15 on a Sunday night in Wayne Pennsylvania. A close friend of mine recently turned 50. We bought fruit, wood, wine and soup. We had an satisfying meal on the water in Philadelphia. We watched "The Diving Bell and the Butterfly." He was surprised I didn't cry. We ate popcorn and drank cinnamon spiced tea. He made a fire and I pet the pure breed golden dog. He's playing guitar, he misses notes but stays in time. There's 4 empty bedrooms here on a daily basis.<br /><br />:::::::::<br /><br /><br />Now I lay me down to sleep,<br />I pray the Lord my soul to keep;<br />When in the morning light I wake,<br />Teach me the path of love to take.<br /><br /><br />(The moments) I watch you from morning to the early hours of the next, they're the ones I'm imagining.<br /><br /> Sun rises; sometimes we get to see it come and go.<br /><br />The memories before I met you have turned into burnt ash. I can't find them.<br /><br />I imagine you laughing, I see you walking from behind, I prefer when you walk in front of me.<br /><br />I want to be in Berlin. I want to be in Zurich, I am looking forward to coming home.<br /><br />I follow your sleeping patterns from across the ocean, you still medicate my ill sleep patterns from afar.<br /><br />I can't place the individuals in my life. There are none, groups of people, many. They come and go. A new house a new hostel a new hotel room every night. I enjoy our mornings, our collections, conversations, thoughts. You're no longer an idea or a placement in my life. I require nothing but you.Isabella Reneauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18397236685705982821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5874813260434809091.post-37601997957120890612008-11-12T11:21:00.001-08:002008-11-12T11:21:53.903-08:00I'm 20 years old.And I finally made a myspace.<br /><br />Look we can be "friendly": <br /><br /> <br /> <br /><br /> Myspace.com/IsabellaReneauxIsabella Reneauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18397236685705982821noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5874813260434809091.post-5212541164620805492008-11-12T11:00:00.000-08:002008-11-12T11:20:18.695-08:00I guess I'm your inspiration to vomit.Yesterday I was sent an email from a close friend from LA. She sent me a link to a youtube video about "thinsporation" which means "inspiration to be thin" which means "reasons to begin, continue or increase being anorexic". The video was a bunch of black and white pictures of thin models with pouty faces and bones sticking out everywhere with a sappy boy/girl harmony playing in the background.<br /><br /> Among the pictures of thin models was......... me!<br /><br />What an honor!<br /><br /> This has been a topic of discussion in my life for quite some time, specially since I began being photographed. I brought up the topic in another blog of mine:<br /><br /> "Sadly when joining today I received numerous comments about my weight and one very shaky email asking me not to promote anorexia on this site. I wanted to share my thoughts with you about this:<br /><br /> What if I were? Would angry emails help cure the disease? Or are your intentions somewhere else, to deepen the problem. Please put thought into your words, don't allow the internet to be a vessel for your anger. Be cautious, please.<br /><br /> Luckily I'm not. I have always been very thin, as a former vegan I was 10 lbs lighter than I am currently. I am pescatarian, I have never driven a car and I walk miles each day. I drink numerous cups of green tea throughout the day and eat a diet of wholefoods. I am healthy. I have prominent bone structure. I am thin and I enjoy communicating with the flesh I have. Please don't mistake the above with a disease."<br /><br /> I'm still surprised people associate my body type with that disease, or any disease actually. I just want to repeat that no, I am not sick and have never been anorexic. I have breasts and curves and hair and healthy skin and all of the signs of good health!<br /><br /> However if you are suffering from the disorder please help yourself by going here: http://www.anorexiahelp.net/<br /><br />Also please note the amount of manipulation that goes into the images appearing in fashion magazines. Many models aren't healthy due to the stress of maintaining a frail frame. As a result of being malnourished some suffer from depression, hair loss and worst of all a short life spam.<br /><br />On that note, eat well.<br /><br />Isabella<br /><br /><a href="http://s217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/?action=view¤t=_N8R7038.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/_N8R7038.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br /><br />PS. I have large ribs which is most likely why I was used for "thinspiration".Isabella Reneauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18397236685705982821noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5874813260434809091.post-65631187313974888852008-11-05T12:35:00.000-08:002008-11-10T12:45:05.014-08:00"Only the most deluded of us could doubt the necessity of this war. "- John McCain"<span class="body">I don't oppose all wars. What I am opposed to is a dumb war. What I am opposed to is a rash war.</span>"- Barack Obama<br /><br />Today was one of the brightest days in our history. So many of us worked so hard in the campaign, donating time and money. Some of my friends prayed while other hoped, I just doubted the entire time. I spoke to several young republicans working on the Obama campaign while in NYC, we all seemed sure he would lose.<br /><br />We've been proven wrong. Today is one of the most joyous days of my life. I watched bbc this morning as President Obama gave his acceptance speech with my eyes full of tears.<br /><br /><a href="http://s217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/?action=view&current=allallall.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/allallall.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a>Isabella Reneauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18397236685705982821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5874813260434809091.post-64671781667520510582008-11-03T15:51:00.000-08:002008-11-10T12:50:26.831-08:00My Love for America and Catholicism.I am soon heading to the United States (13 days from today).<br /><br />To New York City, my former home containing many of my favorite buildings and a sense of history that separates itself so distantly from the rest of the country. I fear I may never live there again, tomorrow's election makes that decision for me.<br /><br />I believe in tradition and American values, and I'm seeing my birthplace crumble. It's devastating and easy to detect. I am a conservative, a party that no longer exists in the United States. I'm no where, existing between the religious right and the liberal left.<br /><br />I lack belief but support the church. On my trip back to NYC I will be spending as much time as possible at St. John's Divine, the mother church of the Episcopal Diocese of New York. St John's contains one of the largest pipe organs in Northern America. I truly believe any atheist is capable of entering that building and weeping. The Catholic church holds some of the most beautiful traditions I've ever experienced. Ceremonies unlike any other branch of the Christian religion. I believe in the church but not the god.<br /><br />If Obama looses it means I have lost all faith in the American people. Once hard working people who created the soil they walked on. I'm shaking my head in hopes I'm proved wrong.<br /><br />http://elections.nytimes.com/2008/president/whos-ahead/key-states/map.html<br /><br />Please vote, especially you Missouri, Indiana, Ohio, North Carolina and Florida.<br /><br />Don't fuck up America, the world is watching.<br /><br /><a href="http://s217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/?action=view&current=berlinbrings.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/berlinbrings.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a>Isabella Reneauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18397236685705982821noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5874813260434809091.post-70183774276730094872008-11-02T07:35:00.000-08:002008-11-10T12:51:36.084-08:00The United States (tavel dates, now booking)<a href="http://s217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/?action=view&current=-6copy.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/-6copy.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><strong style="font-weight: normal;">Atlanta: November 17th-22nd</strong><br /><br /><a href="http://s217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/?action=view&current=-7copy.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/-7copy.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><strong style="font-weight: normal;">New York City: 23rd-27th</strong><br /><br /><strong style="font-weight: normal;">San Francisco, November 28th and 29th</strong><br /><br /><a href="http://s217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/?action=view&current=-11copy.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/-11copy.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a>Isabella Reneauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18397236685705982821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5874813260434809091.post-42300043286828776682008-10-31T06:43:00.000-07:002008-11-10T13:01:27.233-08:00I was there and I saw you.Every day:<br /><br />Everyday we wake up wearing our matching red pajamas. We drink 2 glasses of green tea with 2 teaspoons of honey. We drink a glass of water each with a multi vitamin immersed inside. We eat clementines and yogurt together. We take a one block walk to our local restaurant which we treat as an internet cafe. They never mind because we're Americans that tip well above average. We speak flimsy German and order two more green teas. Today my time in front of my computer has been extended, because I have a full day off from shooting. Time to retouch, edit videos, print comp cards, share a meal with our new and close friend Matt and finally respond to close friends and north American agents.<br /><br />I use to take for granted the time I was allowed to freely browse articles and download torrents. Looking at my inbox can sometimes feel overwhelming but days like this lessen that feeling.<br /><br />The above introduction is an indication of what Berlin has done for us. Allowing new words to enter into my life like: routine and domestic. Words I never really wanted around before. Our daily lives have formed greater meaning, smaller moments can now be documented where as before my days were filled with castings, hopelessness and an influx of socializing and networking that began to feel more like work than play.<br /><br />My days here are longer and require more from me. Less people are involved which makes communicating simpler. Last week Andy Kuchenmeister, myself, Maxine Suter and a hairstylist I believe was named Twiggy (but could be wrong) shot two days on a catalog job together. The days were long at 13 hours each, but they seemed more relaxed. The location was Rent One Studios and the client stayed for what seemed a majority of the time. Typically having the client there makes me uncomfortable but our needs were met and everyone was quite happy. There was nothing hectic or demanding about the job.<br /><br />This seems to be the way people treat one another here.<br /><br />Berlin has allowed Jamie and I to act on ideas we've had stored for the past 2 and a half years. We're finally able to create together. We're brewing up something really beautiful and soon I'll share.<br /><br />We have a new friend here in the exchange program from Berkeley. Matt is going to be a part of one of our projects that I will introduce to you soon. A few nights ago we went to a gallery/showing turned party where Matt's artwork was shown, below are the shaky no-camera-flash results.<br /><br /><a href="http://s217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/?action=view&current=IMG_8792.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/IMG_8792.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/?action=view&current=Smallpenscopy.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/Smallpenscopy.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />There were many people there and it was the kind of place you find in Philadelphia (which really means it just had a fantastic used basement). There was a performance by Wooden Veil and Matt's video was available for watching and listening to through headphones. It was surprising to me how few people watched, read or cared. People did in fact drink, flirt, speak English and smoke. Is sharing that you did something better than actually doing it?<br /><br />I enjoy thinking about images and the above feels similar to recent conversations I've had about pictures . I see people consumed with "what the result will be",Paying no attention to how they've gotten there, who's involved, or what they really want. "I want a picture that looks like X" seems to be the only thought that goes into making anything. "I want to sound like XYorZ" (I couldn't say X there, though many people probably do want to sound like them). "<br /><br />Clearly this doesn't apply to everything or everyone, but it's an attitude that's far too common and spreading like an uncontrollable disease.<br /><br />Former homes, though lovely, don't compare to the present:<br /><br /><a href="http://s217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/?action=view&current=sadelaying.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/sadelaying.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/?action=view&current=sadeshand.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/sadeshand.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a>Isabella Reneauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18397236685705982821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5874813260434809091.post-289397253075344182008-10-09T07:28:00.000-07:002008-11-10T13:02:02.047-08:00The Mobile Theatre.<br /><br />In a large abandoned parking lot in the middle of somewhere Berlin, you'll find a tent filled with wires, laptops, projectors and handmade things that spin sound in a way that makes your ears hungry.<br /><br /><a href="http://s217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/?action=view&current=polariod1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/polariod1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We filled out pockets with <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="unicode audiolink">gummibär</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">s and took what a very delightful german boy called "little pictures". Here are some little pictures:<br /><br /><a href="http://s217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/?action=view&current=polariod2.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/polariod2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />It feels good to be in Berlin.<br /><br /><a href="http://s217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/?action=view&current=polariod.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/polariod.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />http://www.myspace.com/noizemachines</span>Isabella Reneauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18397236685705982821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5874813260434809091.post-16966899835860105662008-09-24T19:54:00.000-07:002008-09-26T05:07:04.489-07:00I don't know what I want to be when I grow up.Good evening,<br /><br />I am writing you from Berlin Germany, where is it 4:05am and I have been up only 8 hours. Our sleeping schedule is a bit of a mess as it my health. None the less we have accomplished our goals for the week which included setting up meetings, retrieving mobile numbers and finding a flat. In 4 days I leave for Belgium and the day after I return I meet with Ingo from Iconic management. I suspect we will be calling Germany home for the near and possibly far future. The only downfall is the temperature which has exhausted my health already. I have very few layers to my body and a weak immune system, every winter this shows itself.<br /><br />I left NYC a month ago only to return for fashion week. Jamie placed himself back in his home town of Guelph for this time period to handle his passport/visa problems. In the meantime I was in Pittsburgh, San Francisco, LA, Miami and back to NYC to walk in some shows.<br /><br />I have a new fascination with Pittsburgh. This was my first time visiting the city as I never heard of it being particularly anything other than a suburb of Philly (which it's not, it's hours from). It seems whenever there's two cities in one state one receives the gold metal and the other silver. This seems to be the case with Pittsburgh. To my surprise there is a thriving noise scene, excellent dining and a rare type of photographer I collaborated with named Ethan.<br /><br />Ethan buys ancient looking homes in the ghetto of Pittsburgh PA. He leaves them pretty much as is and then clutters them with old film cameras and claw foot tubs. We were a good match.<br /><br />My next stop was the west coast.<br /><br />There is a photographer in San Francisco named Gregory who in the internet world goes by "lot 8". I have been a viewer of his work for quite some time. We teamed up and drove the the most west point in the country called Point Reyes. Point Reyes is a gem for campers, bird watchers and perverts with a fascination for small towns people and old fashioned bars.<br /><br />We snuck around the town for hours, hung out with bikers, went to an oyster farm, drank and documented the entire day. Imagine looking at a scrapbook from your teenage years, you and your then girlfriend ran away to a near by town for a time of playful trouble and lustful explorations, that's what we created.<br /><a href="http://s217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/?action=view¤t=oysters.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/oysters.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br /><a href="http://s217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/?action=view¤t=10-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/10-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br /><a href="http://s217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/?action=view¤t=oysters2.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/oysters2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br /><a href="http://s217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/?action=view¤t=1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br /><br />I ended up staying with Sarah Ellis who I was formally introduced to earlier in the summer while on a short stay in San Francisco. We talked about girly things, took photos, attempted to go shopping and complained about the lack of decent stores in San Francisco. Every time I attempt to go shopping in a normal downtown situation I wind up just drinking too much coffee and texting complaints on my iphone to whomever will listen. Either I've never enjoyed shopping formally or fashion is dead. Every store just tries to sell culture, or replicates of something I saw a long long time ago that looked awful then and even worse now. It's a hard to imagine how I stayed clothed sometimes.<br /><br />I spent a day in the lower part of the state shooting on the beaches of Malibu with Brigham Field. He has a fantastic wife named Colette who made everyone comfortable with her conversation and mimosas. Below you can see Danny making me look presentable.<br /><a href="http://s217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/?action=view¤t=malibu.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/malibu.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br />and Brigham<br /><a href="http://s217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/?action=view¤t=mali.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/mali.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br /><a href="http://s217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/?action=view¤t=malibu2.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/malibu2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br /><br />As I lifted off from California heading to the other ocean I felt less than pretty and less than mentally concrete. Rarely is there a time when Jamie and I are forced to be away from one another. I dedicate a lot of time to pictures and sometimes I can't justify why. I spent the next few lonely nights in a fancy suit doing things I shouldn't have done and was without the one I love. Then Hurricane Gustav came and I felt sound again.<br /><a href="http://s217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/?action=view¤t=southbeachdiet1web-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/southbeachdiet1web-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br />The above picture was the last photo I took with my camera. Moments after I took this the hurricane struck. Everyone fled. I cuddled with my camera on the wet ground.<br /><br />I left Miami unsure of where I stood with myself, sometimes you get the feeling that being alone is somehow freeing. You justify being addicted to work or drugs or whatever it is that keeps you guarded from the people you love. Lines get blurred and you're unsure of what feels good and what looks good.<br /><br />September 6th I arrived in NYC for fashion week. It was cold and Davis Factor is texting me. I justify not making time to meet up, knowing I'm going to regret not seeing Davis. I drank too much, slept too little and crashed on floors. I walked some shows and looked ridiculous for one night. Below is proof.<br /><a href="http://s217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/?action=view¤t=9102008-ny-couture-10-1small-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/9102008-ny-couture-10-1small-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br />Above provided by the Village Voice<br /><a href="http://s217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/?action=view¤t=cobrasnakesmall.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/cobrasnakesmall.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br />Photo by thecobrasnakeIsabella Reneauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08233988026188223845noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5874813260434809091.post-4710173617099398702008-08-06T21:52:00.000-07:002008-08-06T22:00:18.720-07:00Cause you pluck a guitar. That ain't fucking bizarreWith several sexual harassment lawsuits slapped on them, hiring illegal immigrants and paying them crumbs in the name of "Immigrant rights!" and selling tasteless (organic!) panties through blatant child pornographic advertisements 40 year old Dov Charney owner of American Apparel is living umm well. Kids, you're overpaying for hipness and handing your "hard" earned cash to a crook.<br /><br />The outcome isn't very rewardable....<br /><br /><a href="http://s217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/?action=view&current=american.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/american.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a>Isabella Reneauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08233988026188223845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5874813260434809091.post-38117067977286743192008-08-06T20:07:00.000-07:002008-08-06T20:59:00.429-07:00Conservative at the age of 20 doesn't lead to a world of rage. Sorry Punkrock, I'm old or something.Richard Billard and I were to photograph at Tompkins square park this past Sunday. Leftover Crack, Witch Hunt and some other bands I may have known 5 years ago were performing. As the shoot approached questions about my safety arose. I am naturally awkward, unable to censor myself and am thoroughly repulsed by self abuse and loud noises. I was unable to make both meetings with the stylist prior to the shoot. Things seemed shaky but my interest in being a subject of Richard's was still alive.<br /><br /> After ditching out on the stylist twice (and being forgiven on both occasions) I ended up getting booked for a catalogue job. No matter how dedicated to producing images you are money is priority.<br /><br />The possibility of this shoot made me realize there was potential for a story based on reflection of youth and all that goes with it.<br /><br />Those born in Jersey own a certain amount of pride towards the state, as if they have to justify why their family stays there. Some get tattoos or wear t-shirts, no matter the amount of pride none I know visit (excluding myself, my best friend is an infectious disease doctor in southern/central jersey). It takes a death in the family, but not a birth. Even when in Dublin I ran into someone born in the state. A natural collision happens to people from here. I still go to the shooting range every few weeks.<br /><br />Both Richard and I were born and raised in Jersey. He went to school with bands I followed in my teens, including members of Leftover Crack. He skipped school with my once favorite front man. He partied, married, unmarried and avoids caffeinated beverages. It's rare to find a photographer so well composed and even more true to the X than myself (I drink green tea). Some of his old friends are still in bands, renamed themselves "Terrycloth" and are still doing what they did 25 years ago. There's something attractive about leaving adolescence where it belongs without being aware of what you've done.Isabella Reneauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08233988026188223845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5874813260434809091.post-30347514150746653932008-08-03T22:12:00.000-07:002008-08-03T22:47:48.486-07:00Hotel Chealsea and old lace.Recovering from a 13 hour day of shooting lookbooks, t-shirt designs and a runway show. Tonight my beautiful friend Satin (you can book her through IQ, subliminal messaging!) and I walked for the lovely Tia Lyn. It's too late to post photos but be sure they're coming soon;) Thank you to all of the girls and to those who weren't let in due to "not having the proper attire" please please don't place the blame on Tia or the Chelsea Hotel. It was strictly the lounges doing and I sincerely apologize.<br /><br />Goodnight.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/?action=view&current=Tia_Lyn_Logo.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/Tia_Lyn_Logo.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a>Isabella Reneauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08233988026188223845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5874813260434809091.post-11859893039785786632008-07-27T20:45:00.000-07:002008-07-30T13:04:33.577-07:00Glory DaysDuring the past week I received several emails from close friends from different parts of the world asking "where are you"?<br /><br />Hope St.<br /><br />I have been between LA and NYC for the past 6 months.<br /><br />5 Months ago we " settled" in a cozy space off of the bedford stop on the L train (in Williamsburg Brooklyn). The Roebling tea room is our living room and both the L and JMZ are in eyesight. Besides the ill fashioned drunks across at Hope Lounge forcing foam into our ears at night, our lives here have been beyond pleasant. We will remain in NYC until September 1st.<br /><br />:With love, from Hope; my photography and more:<br /><br />Jamie. Photographed by me.<br /><a href="http://s217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/?action=view&current=MrReneauxweb.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/MrReneauxweb.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Room 26: Ken Chino Hope st. resident, Makeup by the talented Lanbeauty. Photographed by me.<br /><a href="http://s217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/?action=view&current=3room26ws.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/3room26ws.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Sade The Ballerina; Hope st. resident. Photographed by me.<br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><a href="http://s217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/?action=view&current=websadebw.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/websadebw.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/?action=view&current=IMG_7076web.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/IMG_7076web.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></span><br />Our house. From google.<br /><br /><a href="http://s217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/?action=view&current=hope_street_brooklyn.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/hope_street_brooklyn.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Roebling tea room. from roeblingtearoom.com<br /><br /><a href="http://s217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/?action=view&current=rtr02.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/rtr02.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/?action=view&current=rtr12.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/rtr12.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />bld's visits me at Hope st.:<br /><a href="http://s217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/?action=view&current=webdamon.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/webdamon.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/?action=view&current=SFH_NYC340_prv-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/SFH_NYC340_prv-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://s217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/?action=view&current=SFH_NYC115_prv-2.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/SFH_NYC115_prv-2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://s217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/?action=view&current=SFH_NYC378_prv.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/SFH_NYC378_prv.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><a href="http://s217.photobucket.com/albums/cc298/isabella_Reneaux/?action=view&current=SFH_NYC340_prv.jpg" target="_blank"><br /></a>Isabella Reneauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08233988026188223845noreply@blogger.com1