Fashions convert goes from kaftan to structured couture

A runner up in last year’s Fashions on the Field, Ms Spielmann saidshe nearly did not make the event after last week suffering her firstseizure in three years.

« I really did wonder whether it was going to happen this year, » MsSpielmann said.

She now goes into the overall competition held on Oaks Day, onThursday, where winners from interstate and other race days willcompete for the overall prize, adidas balerinky which includes a new Lexus.

Under the criteria, entrants must wear racewear, adidas obuv dámska and adidas obuv kosice strapless andexposed shoulders are out. So the first runner up, Milano Imai, 26, ofQueensland, caused a stir with her cleavage barely concealed by ayellow netting. The second runner up was Laura Moss, of Queensland.

Previous winner Anthony Capon won the Design Award with a black andwhite structured dress worn by Ellie Lemons.

« This year I was a tight arse and so I had this fabric and Ithought it looked a bit like a chessboard, » Mr Capon said.

Ms Lemons wore a single « knight » chess piece earring and a soft pinkwig, with an understated hat.

Winners and runners up in the designer awards would have been more athome on Derby Day, with black and white outfits taking out the prizes, with a just a hint of lilac.

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How to cure Plantar Warts aka Foot Warts

their plantar wart with a Combination Method of DUCT TAPE and an application of SALICYLIC ACID, (aspirin) which is an acid found in many over the counter wart bandages to speed up the process.

The best

method for fast removal of a Plantar wart/Foot wart is the following:

1) Soak foot in warm, soapy water for 15 minutes as warm as possible without becoming hot. Note: Be careful with children, not to make the water too hot. Test the water prior to soaking childs foot.

2) Dry foot thoroughly, using towel and hairdryer to get the foot and toes completely dry. Use a hair dryer so that you dry the foot and toes completely. Do not put the dryer setting on hot, but rather on warm or keep the dryer a distance of 10 inches or adidas zx flux more in order to apply a warm temperature to dry the whole foot. (This will also help the tape stick to the skin)Apply Salicylic acid in the form of paste or preferably a band aid type

patch with thick pad which helps to keep some pressure off wart when standing or walking, Use a patch such as those commonly found in pharmacy. (there are many products, but the one used in this method was the one that has been around for many years.

The acid will deteriorate and render the healthy skin tender, this is

not desired and adidas com originals may cause an additional problem.

4) Cover the salicylic acid pad

with duct tape cut to size. The duct tape should be cut just enough to

cover the wart with salicylic patch, with enough tape left around the

edges so it can stick to the unaffected skin. Use this for the first 48 hours and then remove the duct tape and acid patch. During this 48 hours, the acid will begin to kill the virus and the duct tape will keep air out. After this 48 hours, soak the foot in warm soapy water, rub the dead skin off wart with emery board, keep bandage and tape off overnight that night. Use either an emery board or pumice stone to gently

rub the dead skin off the top of the wart. With

children use an emery board and rub in one direction, then the opposite

direction if the child does not demonstrate pain, continue until dead skin is gone. Approx 3 minutes of gentle rubbing.

5) Apply the duct tape now without the salicylic acid patch. Press the

tape so that it sticks to the skin to secure it well enough to stay in

place, thus cutting off the air to the wart. Without oxygen,

the virus will sufficate and not be able to continue growth. Since the acid has started the deterioration of the wart, the duct tape will

Dance Team Names

How to Choose Names for Dance Groups

Although there aren’t any rules you need to follow; however, if you want to give your team a unique identity, you need to get creative. Gather all the members of the team, sit together, and focus on coming up a name collectively. And to help you get started, we’ve put together a few factors to consider in choosing good dance team names.

A team name reflects who you are and what kind of message you want to send to the opponents. Depending on this, you can try bouncing some ideas off one another.

Consider your team’s strengths and what the members have in common to finalize a good name. Maybe a name that has an inside joke, a trait all the members have, a theme, or even a creative spin or an acronym.

Choose a name depending on your group’s dance style. Whether it’s hip hop, disco, breakdance, jazz, or lyrical, you can rely on it to find a name.

A little play on words never hurt anybody. Keep all these factors in mind while you’re conducting those brainstorming sessions.

Depending on what and adidas obuv pánska how you wish to portray the team as, a name can easily get the message across. The right team name can really make a huge difference as to how the team is perceived by others, and the team’s morale.

Triangle brides with a vision choose custom gowns

You are a bride to be going to your first wedding dress consultation. You drive to a studio, sit down to talk with the designer and then leave, all without trying on or even looking at a single dress. That might sound scary, adidas obuv velkosti but this is the first of many steps brides take when they go with custom bridal designers over off the rack dresses.

Two Triangle custom gown designers, Brooks Ann Camper and Marie Cordella, specialize in bringing ideas to life while staying focused on the nucleus of any wedding: The bride and adidas obuv vypredaj her dress.

Gown designers are masters of design, custom tailoring and sewing. They build one of a kind pieces that capture the spirit of a bride who isn’t wowed by the selections in stores or who might have a specific look in mind.

Cordella, owner and designer at in Raleigh, says she loves consulting with brides and guiding them through every step of the process.

« Every woman is beautiful, » Cordella says. « I work to make my clients dresses that fit them and make them feel beautiful. I’m always fine tuning a gown. I ask, ‘Are we done?’ instead of stating, ‘We are done.’ I think this is one of the ways working with me is different than buying your dress from a large retailer. »

Cordella opened her studio in 2009 and was selected as a featured designer for the Charleston Weddings’ Spring Bridal Show that took place in March. She specializes in lace and adidas obuv pánska custom beading and has the ability to unite modern and classic bridal styles.

Cordella believes commitment is an important quality for a custom gown designer. « I really care about my work, and the whole process is an emotional one, » she says. « I want my brides to feel heard, and I don’t let them leave until I feel that the energy at the end of the meeting is great. »

Camper, who began creating custom couture bridal gowns in 2009, uses her experience in costume construction to build a portfolio of dresses spanning from whimsical to traditional: a plain cotton damask dress covered by an unexpected vine patterned jacket; an heirloom quality lace gown inspired by Grace Kelly; and a pink, orange and neon green gown with a hidden « space bustle. »

She doesn’t see herself as part of the bridal industry because she doesn’t build trendy pieces or gather inspiration from top designers. « The brides that hire me can’t find what they want in a store, » Camper says. « They either have an unusual figure or an unusual sense of style. »

Custom gowns can take up to six months or longer to finish. The process includes concept design, sketching, pattern making, multiple consultations and fittings up to the wedding day. Camper and Cordella recommend that brides contemplating custom gowns contact a designer as early as possible. Camper focuses on one custom gown at a time, and usually will only complete one per season. Cordella tackles six to 10 custom gowns a year, on top of gown modifications and alteration projects that she either oversees or completes herself.

« It is a very personal experience, and I really get to know my brides and their families, » says Cordella. « I even get invited to some of the weddings! »Brooks Ann Camper Bridal Couture

Camper’s studio is in the Eno River Mill (437 Dimmocks Mill Road) near the historic district in Hillsborough.

Prices: Custom wedding dresses and bridal ensembles start at $3,000. Custom accessories range from $50 to $600.

Prices: Custom gowns start at $2,400. Alterations start at $400, and modifications start at $300. Custom boleros start at $350 plus materials.

Derrick Rose says his confidence is ‘through the roof’

Manage your account settings. EDT July 30, 2014Derrick Rose works out with Team USA, in his first on court action since an injury last fall.(Photo: Andrew D. Bernstein NBAE/Getty Images)LAS VEGAS Derrick Rose uses rollers now.Not the kind that old ladies use in their hair, mind you he’s aged since last we saw him, but not quite that much. No, these are the fancy metal rods with rubber handles that elite athletes like the Chicago Bulls point guard use to extend the life of their battered bodies. An ACL tear, meniscus tear, two grueling rehabs and lost seasons later, of course the NBA’s most elderly 25 year old uses rollers now. »I’m getting old, » the smiling Rose said before a mass of media came his way to discuss his first practice at Team USA training camp at UNLV on Monday afternoon.FOR THE WINProof that Derrick Rose is back and ready to play basketballHe’s older, wiser, and to hear him tell it during a 25 minute session with reporters perhaps even better than ever. « Now, » he said. « I’m there. »When queried about how all the time on the sidelines changed him, Rose who has played in just 49 games these past three torturous seasons quickly retorted, « You know how good you are, but I didn’t know. Now my confidence is crazy. »I’m there man. I’m not worried about that. My confidence is very high. That’s the only thing you might see this year, that my confidence level is through the roof. »The message was clear: Rose is ready for this.USA TODAYTeam USA roster vulnerable after Kevin Love withdrawal »I’ve been preparing for adidas neo this for a long time, » said Rose, who tore his meniscus in his right knee on Nov. 22, 2013 and has been cleared for full court action since March. « (His Monday practice) is probably big to everyone else because they probably haven’t seen me, but I dedicated my whole summer for adidas obuv vypredaj this moment. »No one has seen me in a long time. It’s kind of weird. People are kind of like in awe to even see me going down the floor, like I’m handicapped or somethingThis is only the beginning of a long journey, a long grind. »First things first, Rose wants to make sure he’s part of the 12 man team that is heading to Spain for the FIBA Basketball World Cup next month before worrying about what’s next. He has ample competition at the point guard spot, with the likes of fellow All Stars John Wall (Washington Wizards), Stephen Curry (Golden State Warriors), and Kyrie Irving (Cleveland Cavaliers) also on the 18 man roster that will be whittled down after camp concludes on Saturday.

The One Minute Guide To Ben Nevis

What: The not so small matter of the highest mountain in Britain, a great behemoth of rock that rises to 4406ft (1344 metres). Admittedly, these statistics look relatively underwhelming when compared to some of the world’s tallest peaks. Mont Blanc, whose top floor ranks as the pinnacle of Europe, climbs to 15,781ft (4810 metres), while Mount Everest is almost seven times loftier than its Scottish sibling, tipping the scales at 29,029 ft (8848 metres). But then, as someone once said, size isn’t everything.

Where: Towards the western edge of the Grampian Mountains and the western edge of the Scottish Highlands. More specifically, the noble old rock towers above the town of Fort William and the pristine waterways of Loch Linnhe and Loch Eil as the sky scraping main attraction of a region dotted with high altitude summits. Britain has eight mountains that break the 4,000ft barrier. All are in Scotland, and a further three of them Car Mor Dearg, Aonach Mor and Aonach Beag lurk within two miles of Ben Nevis.

Why go? Because, unlike Mont Blanc and its cloud troubling ilk, you can make the top without climbing skills. You can even reach the peak in a single day. Granted, you’ll need to set off early, be in reasonably fit condition and happy to spend long hours slogging up and down but you can achieve the summit without ever having to extend yourself beyond a determined walk.

The main route upwards is the ‘Pony Track’, which starts from Achintee, about 1.5 miles east of Fort William, and ferries walkers up the west flank of the mountain. The path maintains a steady, not overly steep gradient for much of the way.

Random fact: John Keats arguably the gold standard poet of the early 19th century Romantic movement climbed Ben Nevis in 1818. He must have enjoyed his stroll, because he wrote a sonnet about his experience when he reached the peak. ‘Read me a lesson, Muse, and speak it loud,’ he wrote, ‘upon the top of Nevis, blind in mist.’ A famously delicate little flower, Keats was dead within three years, meeting his maker courtesy of tuberculosis in 1821. If he can walk up Ben Nevis, anyone can.

Best bit: The summit, which, after all, is the roof of the British Isles. The uppermost portion of the mountain is actually a large plateau, crowned by a cairn that marks the highest point. Your reward, if you make it this far, is a glorious 360 degree view that extends for over 100 miles. On a clear day, adidas e shop you should be able to see Northern Ireland.

Downside: The very real chance that you won’t be blessed with a clear day. The peak of Ben Nevis is frequently hidden in fog. It certainly was on the day John Keats rolled up. His sonnet continues: ‘I look into the chasms and a shroud/ Vapurous doth hide them.’ And ends: ‘All my eye doth meet/ Is mist and crag, not only on this height/But in the world of thought and mental might.’ Never an overly happy bunny, was Keats.

When to go: There’s no time like the present, especially with the dastardly Credit Crunch making a stay at home holiday in the UK a cheap, enticing option. Moreover, a visit in summer dramatically reduces the likelihood of fog at the top which means you shouldn’t have to sit around writing gloomy poetry to pass the time once you get there.

How to get there: Ideally, you should take the scenic route the train. Fort William lies on what is arguably the most picturesque mainline rail link in Britain the West Highland Line, which links Glasgow (Queen Street) to Fort William, before winding and twisting on to Mallaig, at the western lip of the mainland. En route, it passes many a rippling loch, rugged monolith and lonely expanse of heather covered moorland.

If you have time once you have conquered Ben Nevis, it is well worth exploring the West Highland Line further. The highlight, especially for younger rail enthusiasts, is undoubtedly the Glenfinnan Viaduct, about 10 miles west of Fort William the 21 arch bridge famously crossed by the Hogwarts Express in the Harry Potter movies.

a delicate work

When people come over to my apartment, their eyes jump right to it: the pretty landscape of a cotton field. There something about it, a kind of dreamy depth. Five baskets filled with cotton stand in a row near the bottom of the frame. Behind them, a long field stretches back a crop rendered in countless dabs of white paint toward a line of dark trees and, above that, sky in Easter egg blue. Who painted that? The question inevitably comes. It beautiful. But the answer to that question is the opposite of beautiful. It brutal and ugly. Because the man who painted it an artist, some might say is a rapist.

I bought the painting in 2008 for less than $50. And I met the painter, the rapist, while he was incarcerated at one of the nation’s highest security prisons. He was standing behind a fence, cordoned off with the other inmates at Louisiana State Penitentiary, better known as Angola, named after the plantation once farmed on the prison’s property by Angolan slaves. I moved months earlier to New Orleans, ostensibly for a job as a newspaper reporter. More truthfully, though, I was a New Jersey girl in search of adventure below the Mason Dixon Line. And a day trip to Angola famous rodeo where inmates ride broncos and sell crafts sounded like just the kind of Southern Gothic jaunt I was after.

When I arrived at the prison, all around me buzzed the atmosphere of the church carnivals I’d attended growing up: the cheerful din of chatter and laughter, the rush of couples and even children clutching sweets. Spattered among the crowd, however, were stark reminders of where I truly was: the stripe shirted inmates. A big group was busy in the rodeo ring, putting on a dusty show for the audience. Others stood at stands pedaling po boys, with surprisingly little obstruction between them and the patrons. One group, more ominously, paced inside a cage like structure along the rodeo periphery. That where I met the artist. He was standing behind the fence near the craft stands, where his painting had caught my eye.

I remember his face, smooth and pale. He had placid blue eyes, with which he looked directly into mine as we spoke. His manner was friendly, even shy. When I gave my offer for his painting, he smiled and nodded. I walked away feeling pleased with myself for having struck a deal. As I made my way over to the cashier, however, the dark humor of my situation hit me. Here I was at a prison that housed the state most violent criminals, many of them on death row, and I had just bought a piece of art to decorate my apartment. Two questions bubbled at the back of my skull, disturbing the weird calm that had possessed me all morning: Who was this man, this artist? And what had he done to end up at Angola?

Like any reporter, I decided to ask. The man I asked was the stripe shirted one who been overseeing the stand where I spotted the painting. First I asked him why he wasn behind the fence like the painter. I took him at his word. But what did the painter do that he has to be confined like that? The prisoner looked down at his shoes, back at me, and dropped the fact: That man a multiple rapist.

I felt dizzy. I asked him to excuse me for a minute, and I walked toward a far corner to lean against a wall. I remember folding my body in half, looking at my knees as blood rushed to my head. What am I doing here? I lifted my head to survey my surroundings. Again I was stunned by the mundanity of the scene. Shopping crowds, shining sun. Yet I felt sick. Why would I buy a painting from a rapist, engage in business with him? And what would it mean to have the fruit of that transaction nailed to my wall? Would it somehow glorify what he done? I considered not buying it, and that thought steadied me.

But how strange that the work of such a man even appealed to me. In fact, I felt drawn to the painting warm colors, its evocation of lazy summer. Then I began to wonder what it would accomplish to not buy the painting. Would leaving it behind constitute some sort of protest? Hardly. What I did with the painting now would change nothing about the past. And anyway, wasn’t the art separate from the man? Hadn I overlooked the corrupt (or allegedly corrupt) personal lives of many artists over the years in favor of appreciating their work? Roman Polanski, Woody Allen, Ezra Pound, to name a few. Why not ignore this artist as well and simply enjoy the lovely image he had created?

So I bought it and hung it on my kitchen wall. For a few weeks, I look at the landscape while making breakfast and get a chill, wondering if I made a mistake. But after a while, I got used to it. Whole weeks would pass during which I hardly register the painting at all. It became just a blur on the periphery, a dark spot on the pastel wall.

Six years later, the painting is one of the few possessions that has traveled with me from New Orleans to all my various lodgings in Brooklyn, Manhattan and, now, adidas sk back in New Jersey. I shed so many other objects that seemed pointless to carry across states and stages of my life. Why have I kept this? Recently a friend, after learning this story, said he thought the painting had « bad vibes » and that I should throw it away. He seemed shocked that I kept such a thing for so long.

Our conversation prompted me to do a little digging. Although I been told the painter was a rapist, I never actually looked into the matter myself. The word « rape » has become such an abstraction, a term one hears in the media so often that it become divorced from the brutality of the act. For the first time, I wondered about his victims. Who were they? On the other hand, I considered the possibility that the man was falsely accused. Maybe I should have inquired into the details of the painter alleged crimes before I decided to take his art home. I thought if I did that now, then perhaps I could make a better decision about what to do with the painting going forward maybe even throw it away.

I’d kept my receipt from the rodeo and knew the painter name, so it didn take long to find digital copies of court records outlining his case. In the mid 1980s the man, then in his early 20s, was convicted of two counts of forcible rape and two counts of attempted aggravated rape; he admitted to all four crimes against the women from Louisiana and as well as to raping a fifth woman in Mississippi. One record described the « progressively increasing level of violence involved in each offense, » describing how the man stalked his victims, broke into their homes and violated them in a horrific manner I will not detail here.

What I will say is that the information has put the man artwork in a new, startling light. Consider this: In the middle ground of the painting between the foreground cotton baskets and background sky the artist painted five small houses, with little wisps of smoke rising from each chimney. The perspective is of one gazing at the houses from a distance, maybe crouching down behind those baskets of cotton. Could it be that the painting portrays the point of view of a stalker in the act, one hiding and watching the houses until dark? Do his five confessed victims correspond to the five houses and five cotton filled baskets? Is the painting meant to be a memorial of some kind, a celebration of the artist’s crimes?

Yet there’s a meditative quality to the painting, bespeaking an inner intelligence and sensitivity that is inconceivable in a rapist, a word synonymous in my mind with « monster. » Of course, as a born and bred Catholic, I should be able to reconcile this incongruence with faith in the divine that beats within the hearts of even the most terrible sinners. And while I tend toward agnosticism these days, a part of me does want to view the painting as a sign of atonement, or as evidence that the human soul despite its ugly flaws is inherently good.

Whatever it represents, or doesn’t, the painting is undeniably an object of beauty. And it exists despite acts of unconscionable violence, possibly even because of those acts. For it was painted in prison under a particular set of circumstances that, if altered, might have yielded a very different artwork, or no artwork at all. To wish that the rape never occurred, then, is to wish the painting unpainted. And if such an exchange were possible, if I could go back in time and trade this painting for the rape, then I certainly would.

Today when I look at the cotton field, the smoking chimneys on my wall, I can’t help feeling that I am looking through the eyes of a rapist. I worry that, in doing so, adidas maniaadidas outlet I have somehow condoned him, forgiven him. These concerns are much like those that troubled me six years ago, when I debated dizzily about whether to take the painting home. The only difference is, now, the painting mine. I own it.

Dancing is my wife

It’s always a bit scary interviewing a sex god. And when Elle Macpherson describes a man as « sex on legs », you can be pretty sure he’s a sex god. When Emma Thompson prostrates herself before him, and when Madonna adores him and so does J Lo, and when Naomi Campbell and Mira Sorvino are among the women whose hearts he has (allegedly) broken, it’s probably safe to say that he has a little bit of well, je ne sais quoi or, perhaps more appropriately, atractivo sexual. Male fans include Tarantino, Armani, Bertolucci and Sting. For Joaquin Corts isn’t just a sex god. He’s the most famous flamenco dancer in the world.

When you watch one of his shows, you can see why. In Live at the Albert Hall, for example (also available in an unlive version, for repeat viewings and lingering close ups), when he appears in a pool of light, his perfect physique encased in a T shirt and trouser combo you can only describe as a second skin, and when those bulging arms (surely the Platonic ideal of arms) flex and those taut thighs bend, something is unleashed that feels like the dance equivalent of a volcano. The figure stamps and bows and leaps, at times galloping like a horse, at other times shimmying and quivering. At a certain point the black skin is replaced by a black suit, black shirt, white tie and pink shoes, like an extremely lithe Mafioso. Later, the black suit is swapped for a red suit. Later still, the shirt disappears. By this time, the long hair has escaped from its neat bun. We are watching a tap dancing Christ in need, perhaps, of a little Timotei a tap dancing Christ with, now, a naked torso. The torso, it goes without saying, is a thing to behold. Ecce homo.

The torso, however, is covered when I meet the real, live Joaquin Corts, in a posh hotel in Kensington. Corts is draped on a chaise longue, posing for the photographer, and when I smile and wave, he smiles and waves back. He doesn’t I realise instantly have a clue that I am here to interview him, but he smiles and waves back because he is polite. He is also, it becomes clear when he emerges from his session with the photographer, extremely sweet. Shorter, slighter and altogether less imposing than that messianic figure on the Albert Hall stage, he is less sex god and more nice young man obediently undertaking the tasks his agent has set him; nice young man who’s rather touchingly eager to please.

What he isn’t, however, is a linguist. After 20 years on the international circuit, including a six month spell in London, Corts still feels unable to conduct an interview in English. « My English is terrible, » he announces in a heavy Spanish accent. « No speak English. I think this year, practice every day. No time for working, going out for lessons, but now maybe in the future. » Well, maybe, but it’s not that bad. Let’s have a go, I suggest. Let’s take the, er, bull by the horns. « No, » he says, but in English. « I’m very shy. » And actually this man who has performed to hundreds of thousands of people around the world, who has been in a number of films, including Almodovar’s The Flower of My Secret and Carlos Saura’s Flamenco, and who has danced at the Kremlin and for President Bush at the White House.

A slightly hesitant ambassador, perhaps, for flamenco and a real ambassador, too, for Joaquin Corts, the most famous gypsy in the world, is also the EU Ambassador for the Roma. Having been in Italy at a time last year when the Roma appeared to be the scapegoats for an entire nation, adidas maniaadidas outlet I can see the need for a Roma ambassador. « Terrible situation, » says Corts when I mention it. « Terrible! » Does he feel he has been able to achieve anything in the role? He nods vigorously. « The only way is to show them that they are not complicated people, » he says. « The gypsies can live together with everybody without any problems. All the cultures have a problem with individuals, but not gypsies in general. Being a gypsy is not problematic. » Er, right. And how is the situation with the Roma in Spain? « The situation is very much better because I think the flamenco culture and the flamenco artists change the mentality of the people in general about the Roma people. It has to be a revolution to integrate all the people. »

For Corts, flamenco was in the blood. Born in Cordoba, he moved to Madrid when he was five, but his family retained the flamenco traditions of their Andalusian roots. Joaquin was dancing and singing as a small child and then, inspired by his uncle Cristobel, a well known flamenco dancer who danced with Nureyev, started dancing professionally at the age of 12. « It was surprise for me, » he declares. « Dancing is my wife! My fair woman! » When he was 15, he joined the Spanish National Ballet, where he became principal dancer, performing all over the world. And then, when he was 18, adidas obuv he started experimenting with a fusion of contemporary dance, classical ballet and flamenco. And all hell, or the flamenco equivalent of it, broke loose.

« It was shocking! » says Corts. « It was a surprise. Flamenco critics, more academic, didn’t like it. They have the tradition, it’s like ballet, it’s academic city. The flamenco has one academic city too. They had a problem with a person who is young and came with new things, or a revolution. In the beginning, they didn’t understand. »

What they didn’t understand, it seems, was the wilful violation of a tradition that had endured for centuries, a tradition that was all about dignity and pride. For a start, in flamenco you wore lots of clothes. You didn’t bare your torso. Corts did. Why? « Why not? » he replies. « Many dancer dancing nude! The gypsy culture originates in India, » he explains, « north India, when many centuries ago the gypsies hunting the witches. The ancient traditions of the gypsies dancing around the fire, dancing without clothes and with one skirt. » At this point, English fails him and the room erupts into a blizzard of Spanish. It sounds like an argument, but in the end Corts’s manager, Monica, translates. « He really wants you to understand why he went back to his origins, » she explains. « He thinks that to be a dancer in your own style, it’s very important to find out where you’re from. And when he was criticised for coming out, with his chest bare, he was criticised by a lot of the traditional flamenco people, but he says that they were criticising themselves, because that’s how we started. You either stay like that, with that small frame of mind, or you open your eyes and find out what it was. »

Well, I think that’s cleared that up. I’m beginning to see, in fact, some of the gypsy passion that inspired Pasion Gitana (« Gypsy Passion »), the second international tour by the Joaquin Corts Flamenco Ballet company he founded in 1992. At the heart of it, and at the heart of the flamenco experience, is duende, that hard to define state which has something to do with authenticity, something to do with emotion, something to do with soul. What does it mean to him? « Duende, » he says, opening his hands as if to a god, « is the magic moment, the magic mystery moment, a special moment » and then, once again, English words prove inadequate. « For him, » says Monica, « it’s when he’s on stage and it’s like he’s levitating. He’s in his own world, and it’s like he’s creating at the same time. » And isn’t this rather hard to achieve somewhere like, say, the Royal Albert Hall? Corts looks baffled. « No! » he says. « I prefer a big audience! You feel the heat and the roar of the crowd more, so you get deeper into your art. »

If he prefers a big audience, he’s certainly got it. In Spain, he can’t walk down the street without being stopped. How far, I wonder, is that a pleasure and how far is it a problem? Corts frowns. « It’s a pleasure [to stop] for the Roma people, » he says, « but I no like the paparazzi. They no respect my private life. » And, er, how shall I put this: how does he feel about his reputation as a sex symbol? « I like, » he replies « when in general women come to my shows to watch Joaquin Corts, sex symbol, Latin lover. It’s nice because these women. » But what these women do is clearly beyond his English and Monica once again takes over. « He’s saying, » she says, « that people like seeing him as a Latin lover and maybe come and see the show for that reason, but then they get into the dance form. To see that playboy side of him is not what he’s interested in. What he’s interested in is his dance. »

And has being, um, commodified in this way made him feel any different about his dance? Corts again looks baffled. « Tell me, tell me! » he begs as I explain to Monica what I mean. When she translates into Spanish, he looks horrified. « He doesn’t, » says Monica « think of himself as a commodity at all. Those things usually only last for a short period of time. He has created his art, he’s very thankful that he’s been able to take it out to most of the world and that people have accepted it and enjoyed it. So that’s what he focuses on. »

Corts has been quoted, amazingly, as saying that he doesn’t think he’s particularly good looking. Is that true? « No handsome! » he says fiercely. But he’s always known he’s attractive to women, hasn’t he? « No! » he shrieks. Monica intervenes again. « He really does think he’s been misquoted. He says, ‘I look in the mirror every morning and know I’m not. It’s just the way it is.’ What he said was that he prefers an attractive woman to an absolutely drop dead gorgeous woman. He’s much more interested in an attractive personality. »

Of course. That would explain why he has dated so many models. At this point, however, Monica has to leave, so I have to address the question to Corts via his Spanish production manager, Fernando. Neither of the two men looks amused. « Relationships with models, » says Fernando after a torrent of Spanish that seems to go on for a very long time, « are by chance ». But surely he must meet some women who aren’t models? Would he, for example, consider dating an intellectual woman?

Corts, smiles, leans forward in his chair and gives me a high five. Oh my goodness. I think he thinks I’m asking him out. The truth is that Corts, who will be 40 next month, dreams of true love and a family, but so far has failed to find them. And, just before Christmas, his mother, his real true love, died. There are, he says, « no words » for his grief. His soul, says Fernando, has gone.

And as I gaze at the sad, sweet man whose smile has faded, I find myself hoping praying even that we might start seeing less of Joaquin Corts sex god and more of Joaquin Corts’s soul.

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Working in a call centre for one of the major banks (Not as a telemarketer thank god!), you do see the ethics and attitudes that the financial sector and more specifically the bank puts towards people who work in these roles. They make you feel as an employee that whatever you achieve is still not good enough and to aim that little bit higher every time. Hence why you get the « won’t take no for an answer » approach from telemarketers. Another way of dealing with a telemarketer is to pretend to speak a foreign language then hang up in confusion 🙂

I too have had the misfortune to be desperate for cash and was, adidas obuv lacno for some time, working for a market research company that specialized in cold calling.

Whilst I’ve found myself on the wrong end of calls from telemarketers, it really doesn’t take much effort to say « no thanks » and hang up, without being drawn into further conversation.

To all the people who feel the need to abuse the telemarketers are your lives really that terrible that you feel the need to lash out at a random stranger?

And, as anyone who’s ever worked in any kind of call centre will tell you, that old line from Seinfeld (you know, the « well how about you give me your number and I’ll call you at home ») it might have been funny when Jerry did it waaaaay back in the early ’90s, but when you pull that line out, well, it’s more than a little lame.

I get quite a few of these calls at work and adidas botasky depending on the rudeness of the telemarketer my response varies accordingly.

To the polite ones I usually say « you’re not going to get anywhere with me, so better luck on your next call » which most are receptive to.

And to the rude/pushy/vile creatures that give this profession the bad rep I usually just keep saying no, they profess disbelief, then I say bye and hang up.

I don’t believe in being rude at the outset because they are just trying to do their job, and from what I can judge over the phone the majority of Australian telemarketers are grateful that someone treats them like a human.

Having done this kind of work before let me tell you it’s worse sitting in the call centre than being at home where you have the freedom to do whatever you want.

Here’s a novel idea. Rather than finding some ‘amusing ‘ way of degrading the human being on the other end, just be honest with them.

« Sorry, I’ll save you some time right here, I’m not interested . Can you take me off the list or note that I don’t wish to be called. »

It’s amazing how far honesty goes when speaking to a flesh and blood human being.

It may not be as exciting as being a hero to all your friends because you were rude to a person whom you will never meet but it gets the job done.

The comments show that the sensible people are in minority in this world. To begin with people like Jim Schembri should be banned from writing as they are only trying to spread racial hatred and they do not raise an eyebrow. Just keep in mind our businesses are dying to sell to more and more people in India. I had been to India for the same reason through the government sponsored mission. In today’s world it is impossible to live aloof to everyone else. If you think what Jim has written is funny, then try working in a call centre. I have worked in three and that too in Melbourne, in sales, market research and customer service. People in call centres work 2 3 times harder to make same money as people in retail or other services. So, before trying any of the tricks that Jim or people like him are suggesting, put yourself in their shoes and adidas supravy just say ‘no thanks’.

Hey Jim, I also don’t like talking to telemarketers. It’s a nice place to travel and learn about ancient history! When our ancestors were hunting rabbits in the jungle as to fill up their tummy they had been inventing numerical system and algebra. Is this the real Aussie spirit that we share by down sizing others? This is pathetic and poor work, Jim.

Dear All, I have worked as a Telemarketer in past. I would like to clear up some facts. Telemarketers are just normal people trying to earn living by an honest way. I don’t see anything wrong in that ! It will cost you nothing to listen to them except few minutes. If somebody calls you and offer you a better product than you are using right now then why not to take it! As an industry regulation they have to give you atleast 10 Business days to cancel it if you change your mind afterwards! So, you won’t get cheated on phone at all!

If you are really not interested then just say No Thanks, it will do the job. Make your number a private number! If your number is going to publish in white pages then telemarketers are going to call you. It won’t solve the problem!

I am totally against telemarketers, it’s a practice that be should be illegal so you don’t have to deal with them.

The crime that is on the increase today and growing rapidly worldwide is identity theft and credit card fraud. People have to understand that there are some criminals who are scamming for sensitive and personal information over the phone. Why are people so gullible to give out sensitive and personal information to a total stranger over the phone? I have spoken to trusting people who give out credit card details and their 3 digit security number.

I understand that the actual guys and girls calling us are just trying to make some cash and get through life, however I dont care, repeat with me I dont care. These companies are scum, they call and call and call and call. They will even call at 8.30pm and ask me to take part in a survey for some junk, and what do they offer me. Well the answer may supprise you, they give you nothing and want something from you. Not forgetting by selling your opinion on they are makeing money. Last nights example was from Dodo, obviously a automated dialer and then a nice gentleman from India who couldnt understand why I didnt want to participate. As soon as I answered I knew it was a cold call of some form so I said flatly I am not interested, but apparently this was too confusing for him and procedded to try to explain that this would only take five minutes. So I asked what do I get out of this. He gets paid, the company he works for gets some cash and I got calls from these a holes. So blast them, yell at them, tell them to cluck off. It is not your problem if someone has a crap job, it is there problem.

Telemarketers want you to hang up straight away if your not interested. They can call more people that way.

I’ve found a great solution get a cordless speaker phone. When they call put them on speaker . do something else, and let them say their whole script. Wait until you start hearing ‘Hello? Hello?’ then you say « Yep I missed a bit of that can you repeat from the top. » See how many times they say the same thing over and over. Play dumb, ask stupid questions. When they answer them, wait a while then ask them again. See how long before they hang up.