<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942808010924431656</id><updated>2011-08-13T18:12:24.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>40 over 40</title><subtitle type='html'>Life's good until you hit 40 That's when it becomes great!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://40over40.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942808010924431656/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://40over40.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>40 over 40</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06559590738484937587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942808010924431656.post-5728892732147148362</id><published>2009-08-23T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T08:20:47.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RED ARMY GIRL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VdE7AMpG_A/SpP9eETGdxI/AAAAAAAAAD0/xccS6oIzJP0/s1600-h/img+144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373917473374893842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 534px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 800px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VdE7AMpG_A/SpP9eETGdxI/AAAAAAAAAD0/xccS6oIzJP0/s800/img+144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VdE7AMpG_A/SpGdCpUyn1I/AAAAAAAAADs/2iPocyihXFo/s1600-h/img+210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373248499208068946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 534px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 800px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VdE7AMpG_A/SpGdCpUyn1I/AAAAAAAAADs/2iPocyihXFo/s800/img+210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am a petite little thing, 5" tall and less than 100 pounds. I've always had problems with the fact that people don't take me and my professsional opinions seriously, they don't even think I am a grown up. Now, in my forties I have finally learned to put my foot down and to demand respect without making a big thing out of it. My name is Alexandra, I am 46 years old and I am in charge."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1942808010924431656-5728892732147148362?l=40over40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://40over40.blogspot.com/feeds/5728892732147148362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://40over40.blogspot.com/2009/08/red-army-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942808010924431656/posts/default/5728892732147148362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942808010924431656/posts/default/5728892732147148362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://40over40.blogspot.com/2009/08/red-army-girl.html' title='RED ARMY GIRL'/><author><name>40 over 40</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06559590738484937587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VdE7AMpG_A/SpP9eETGdxI/AAAAAAAAAD0/xccS6oIzJP0/s72-c/img+144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942808010924431656.post-1868755393848185816</id><published>2009-07-13T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T23:31:56.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MADAME BUTTERFLY</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364504864626579010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 534px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 800px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VdE7AMpG_A/SnKMwIPsFkI/AAAAAAAAADc/1_fZRmB0I58/s800/img+185b.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358181301542987090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VdE7AMpG_A/SlwVgUCcJVI/AAAAAAAAAC8/s6LTsBn8hmw/s400/img+107b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358181287981202978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VdE7AMpG_A/SlwVfhhDviI/AAAAAAAAAC0/CVMY6EH7PWo/s400/img+088b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358181321852444002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VdE7AMpG_A/SlwVhfsl3WI/AAAAAAAAADU/6lY_8vvgCUc/s400/img+151b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;"All my life I have dreamt of being somebody else. Somebody famous, somebody important, maybe a celebrity or something. In my forties I understood that being me is the best thing in the world. I don't have pretend to be something I am not, I finally have the courage to be me. Dressing up as a gothic lolita bride and modern Madame Butterfly for this shoot was fun, but I don't have to play role plays for real life anymore. My name is Tomoko, I am 43 years old and I am happy with  who I am."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make up: &lt;a href="http://www.modelmayhem.com/1122702"&gt;Princess Kaillez&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Styling, hair, photography and post production: &lt;a href="http://www.scandicaphoto.com/"&gt;SCANDICA Fine Art Photography&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1942808010924431656-1868755393848185816?l=40over40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://40over40.blogspot.com/feeds/1868755393848185816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://40over40.blogspot.com/2009/07/madame-butterfly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942808010924431656/posts/default/1868755393848185816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942808010924431656/posts/default/1868755393848185816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://40over40.blogspot.com/2009/07/madame-butterfly.html' title='MADAME BUTTERFLY'/><author><name>40 over 40</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06559590738484937587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VdE7AMpG_A/SnKMwIPsFkI/AAAAAAAAADc/1_fZRmB0I58/s72-c/img+185b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942808010924431656.post-8782011754312718803</id><published>2009-07-12T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T09:59:05.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOTHIC LOLITA BRIDE</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357678382699891074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 534px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 800px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VdE7AMpG_A/SlpMGlWdyYI/AAAAAAAAACk/2IJ0Ro8KMFY/s800/img+250.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VdE7AMpG_A/SlpLJWWMnQI/AAAAAAAAACc/w01wZS2lyyg/s1600-h/img+365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357677330700213506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VdE7AMpG_A/SlpLJWWMnQI/AAAAAAAAACc/w01wZS2lyyg/s400/img+365.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357678386384313634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VdE7AMpG_A/SlpMGzE5nSI/AAAAAAAAACs/NVBOBo5T5GQ/s400/img+367.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364669517591557058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 534px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 800px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VdE7AMpG_A/SnMigMVpM8I/AAAAAAAAADk/kG3eK5Zg8NY/s800/img+414.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;Make up: &lt;a href="http://www.modelmayhem.com/1122702"&gt;Princess Kaillez&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Styling, hair, photography and post production: &lt;a href="http://www.scandicaphoto.com/"&gt;SCANDICA Fine Art Photography&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1942808010924431656-8782011754312718803?l=40over40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://40over40.blogspot.com/feeds/8782011754312718803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://40over40.blogspot.com/2009/07/gothic-bride.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942808010924431656/posts/default/8782011754312718803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942808010924431656/posts/default/8782011754312718803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://40over40.blogspot.com/2009/07/gothic-bride.html' title='GOTHIC LOLITA BRIDE'/><author><name>40 over 40</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06559590738484937587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VdE7AMpG_A/SlpMGlWdyYI/AAAAAAAAACk/2IJ0Ro8KMFY/s72-c/img+250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942808010924431656.post-4460573325680594156</id><published>2009-06-14T13:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T23:34:16.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MAMA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VdE7AMpG_A/SjVefwfas1I/AAAAAAAAACE/9ppPYiEbyZs/s1600-h/img+077b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347284032257962834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 534px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 800px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VdE7AMpG_A/SjVefwfas1I/AAAAAAAAACE/9ppPYiEbyZs/s800/img+077b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VdE7AMpG_A/SjVefv-v6KI/AAAAAAAAAB8/FC4ZYt6zwUE/s1600-h/img+072b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347284032120940706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VdE7AMpG_A/SjVefv-v6KI/AAAAAAAAAB8/FC4ZYt6zwUE/s400/img+072b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347290340816008290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VdE7AMpG_A/SjVkO9s3NGI/AAAAAAAAACM/kMl97jSk604/s400/092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347290342532786242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VdE7AMpG_A/SjVkPEGLKEI/AAAAAAAAACU/iNsNCWef18U/s400/118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;"I was in my twenties when I was told I could never have children. Years went by and I watched my friends getting married and having babies, thinking I would never experience the joy of motherhood. Clouds of sadness and sorrow finally parted when I met a man of my dreams, got married and I am now carrying his child. My name is Tina, I am 40 years old and I am finally a mother."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Styling, photography and post production: &lt;a href="http://www.scandicaphoto.com/"&gt;SCANDICA Fine Art Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1942808010924431656-4460573325680594156?l=40over40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://40over40.blogspot.com/feeds/4460573325680594156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://40over40.blogspot.com/2009/06/mama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942808010924431656/posts/default/4460573325680594156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942808010924431656/posts/default/4460573325680594156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://40over40.blogspot.com/2009/06/mama.html' title='MAMA'/><author><name>40 over 40</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06559590738484937587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VdE7AMpG_A/SjVefwfas1I/AAAAAAAAACE/9ppPYiEbyZs/s72-c/img+077b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942808010924431656.post-6196872331679382829</id><published>2009-05-30T16:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T23:36:17.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM IN LOVE WITH A YOUNGER MAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342566202509848466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 534px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 800px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VdE7AMpG_A/SiSbp7Gbb5I/AAAAAAAAABs/RUDsiaPwXUw/s800/img+014b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341990613789577490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VdE7AMpG_A/SiKQKQBmERI/AAAAAAAAABk/Ga_9EGQ5hA8/s400/img+068b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342584085968973650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VdE7AMpG_A/SiSr64LV71I/AAAAAAAAAB0/tj_XMhtcf5o/s400/img+111ab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"On the eve of my 40th birthday I wrote a note for myself. It said "I am 40 years old and I can do whatever I want". I kept reading the note to myself and it became a mantra, which helped me to cope with difficult situations in life. Pushing my limits has helped me found strength I knew I 've always had. I am old enough not to care what other people think of me. I can do whatever I want and if dating a man, younger than me makes me happy, I'll do it. My name is Mre, I am 44 years old and I am in love with a younger man."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make up and hair: &lt;a href="http://www.modelmayhem.com/1122702"&gt;Princess Kaillez&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Styling: Terri Franklin&lt;br /&gt;Models: Robert George and Ms. Mre&lt;br /&gt;Photography and post production: &lt;a href="http://www.scandicaphoto.com/"&gt;SCANDICA Fine Art Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1942808010924431656-6196872331679382829?l=40over40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://40over40.blogspot.com/feeds/6196872331679382829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://40over40.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-in-love-with-younger-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942808010924431656/posts/default/6196872331679382829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942808010924431656/posts/default/6196872331679382829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://40over40.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-in-love-with-younger-man.html' title='I AM IN LOVE WITH A YOUNGER MAN'/><author><name>40 over 40</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06559590738484937587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VdE7AMpG_A/SiSbp7Gbb5I/AAAAAAAAABs/RUDsiaPwXUw/s72-c/img+014b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942808010924431656.post-6879843425387021719</id><published>2009-04-03T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T18:04:15.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WELCOME TO 40 OVER 40</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What is the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the phrase "A woman in her forties"? I guess it depends who you are, where you are and most important, how old you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a teenager, forty was old. Just plain old. My mom's age. History. Game over and waiting to die. Well, during those days I also considered legal drinking age as the beginning of adulthood, which I now know to be false. In my twenties I didn't think about women in their forties, I was thinking about boys. Which I still do, the only difference being that the boys I think about today are not neighbors boys but my own. Finally, in my thirties the big four zero was hanging in the horizon like a gigantic dark cloud, an issue which I would deal with when I'll have a minute from emails, to-do lists and kids homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that minute is yet to come, but here I am. As I now stand at the doorstep of this magical era of forty something and being considered old by my own children, I want to take a look at other women in their forties. I want to show you how they see themselves. How does it feel to be a woman in her forties in todays world? Not how old or how young do they look but how do they look? Are Botox and supportive pantyhose really their best and/or only friends? Or could there be more important things in life? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40 over 40 is a photographic art project. The purpose of this project is to photograph 40 beautiful, gorgeous, lovely women in Chicago during summer 2009. To show you, me and the generations to follow that life's good, until you hit 40. That's when it becomes great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These photographs are not just portraits, but my artistic interpretation of these lovely women in their prime. Stylists, hair and make up artists and some creative editing has been used for artistic purposes only. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1942808010924431656-6879843425387021719?l=40over40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://40over40.blogspot.com/feeds/6879843425387021719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://40over40.blogspot.com/2009/04/welcome-to-40-over-40.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942808010924431656/posts/default/6879843425387021719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942808010924431656/posts/default/6879843425387021719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://40over40.blogspot.com/2009/04/welcome-to-40-over-40.html' title='WELCOME TO 40 OVER 40'/><author><name>40 over 40</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06559590738484937587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942808010924431656.post-3516125616935260481</id><published>2009-03-24T11:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T06:31:21.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>40 OVER 40へようこそ</title><content type='html'>「40代の女性」って言葉を聞いた時、最初に心にうかぶことって何？人にもよるし、お国柄にもよるだろうけど、何よりもあなたが何歳かってことでかなり話は違うはず。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;私が１０代の時、４０歳っていうのはオバサンだった。ただの老人。自分の母親のトシ。おわってる。女じゃなくてもうただ死ぬのを待つだけ。まあこの頃は、合法的にお酒が飲めるようになる歳が大人になるってことだと思ってたわけで、今考えるとそれは違うでしょ。２０代になると、４０代の女性なんていうのは頭の片隅にもなく、ただ男のことばっかり考えてた。実は今もそうなんだけど。ひとつ違う点は、今追っかけてる男っていうのが、隣のキュートな男の子達じゃなくて、我が子ってこと。そしてついに３０代、４０の大台にリーチがかかり、バカでかいくらーい雲みたいに迫ってきた。これって、Ｅメールをうったり、やることリストを片付けたり、子供の宿題をみてる合間にやって来てしまうものらしい。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;実はその瞬間はまだ来ていない、とはいえ次はあたしの番よね。４０代っていう神秘的な時代のドアの前に立っているこの時、そして息子たちから「トシ」って思われてる今、他の４０代のオンナ達をのぞいてみたい。彼女たちが自分たち自身ををどんな風に思っているのか、あなたにもおしえてあげたい。今の時代に４０代のオンナでいるっていうのはどんな感じなのか？老けて見えるとか、若作りだとか、そういうのじゃなくて、どう見えるかってこと。ボトックスと引き締めストッキングがホントに一番の、あるいは唯一のオトモダチなのか？それとも、もっと凄い大切な何かがあるっていうのか？&lt;br /&gt;40 over 40は、写真芸術のプロジェクトである。このプロジェクトの目的は、2009年の夏、シカゴにおいて、キレイでゴージャスでステキな40代の女性を撮影すること。40に到達するまでのあなたに、私に、そして続いてくる世代に、人生ってステキよって見せるために。４０その時こそが、人生サイコーってね。&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;これらの写真はただのポートレートではなく、今輝いているステキな女性たちの、私の目から見た芸術的描写である。スタイリスト、ヘア・メイクアップアーティスト、いくつかのクリエイティブ・エディティングは芸術目的のみに利用されている。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1942808010924431656-3516125616935260481?l=40over40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://40over40.blogspot.com/feeds/3516125616935260481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://40over40.blogspot.com/2009/03/welcome-japanese_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942808010924431656/posts/default/3516125616935260481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942808010924431656/posts/default/3516125616935260481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://40over40.blogspot.com/2009/03/welcome-japanese_24.html' title='40 OVER 40へようこそ'/><author><name>40 over 40</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06559590738484937587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942808010924431656.post-3652005071704947558</id><published>2009-03-24T11:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T19:21:59.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BIENVENIDA A LOS 40 SOBRE 40</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cual as la primera cosa que viene a tu mente cuando oyes la frase"una mujer en sus 40" pienso que todo depende de quien tu eres, dondetu estas y lo mas importante cuantos años tienes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cuando era una adolescente, Creía que a los cuarenta se era muy viejo,solamente viejo, la edad de mi mamá, la historia, la terminacion deljuego y esperar a morir. Bíen esos dias tambien creia que la edadpermitida para consumir bebidas alcoholicas era el comienzo de la vidaadulta, lo cual ahora se, es falso. En mis veinte no pensaba enmujeres a sus cuarenta, pensaba en muchachos, lo cual todabia hago, launica diferencia es que en los muchachos que ahora pienso ya no sonmis vecinos si no los mios propios. Finalmente en mis treinta elprinsipio del gran cuatro y el cero se colgo en el horizonte como unagigantezca nube negra, un trauma que me gustaria tratar cuando tengaun minuto para mis e mails, hacer las listas, y las tareas de los niños. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bien, ese minuto, esta aun por llegar, pero aqui estoy, parada como aun paso de la puerta de esta majica era de los cuarenta, algo que esconsiderado viejo por mis propios hijos. Quiero tomar vistazo deotras mujeres en sus cuarentas, Quiero mostrarte como se miran ellasasi mismas, ¿como se siente ser una mujer de cuarenta en el mundo dehoy? no que tan viejas o jovenes se miran, si no como ellas se miran?,¿son el botox y las medias ajustadas sus mejores o unicos amigos?, odeberian haber cosas mas importantes en la vida?. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cuarenta sobre cuarenta es un proyecto de arte fotografico. Elproposito de este proyecto es fotografiar a 40 hermosas, maravillosasy adorables mujeres en chicago, durante en verano del 2009. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Estas fotografias no seran solo portaretratos, mas bien miinterpretacion artistica de esta adorable mujer en toda su plenitud,estilismo, cabello, maquillaje artistico y algunas edicionescreativas, seran usados con propositos artisticos solamente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1942808010924431656-3652005071704947558?l=40over40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://40over40.blogspot.com/feeds/3652005071704947558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://40over40.blogspot.com/2009/03/welcome-spanish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942808010924431656/posts/default/3652005071704947558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942808010924431656/posts/default/3652005071704947558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://40over40.blogspot.com/2009/03/welcome-spanish.html' title='BIENVENIDA A LOS 40 SOBRE 40'/><author><name>40 over 40</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06559590738484937587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942808010924431656.post-6320140420019742110</id><published>2009-03-24T11:23:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T05:36:04.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BEM VINDO AOS 40 SOBRE 40</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Qual seria a primeira coisa que vem em sua mente quando você escuta a frase ‘’ Uma mulher em seus 40 anos’’? Acho que depende de quem você é, aonde você esta e o mais importante, quantos anos você tem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu ainda era adolescente, quarenta era bem velho. A idade da minha mãe! Pronta para dar Game over morrer. Naquele tempo eu considerava 18 anos o começo da vida adulta, que eu sei agora que não é verdade. Já na casa dos meus 20 anos, eu nem pensava nas mulheres com os seus 40 anos de idade, eu só pensava em meninos. Mas que na verdade eu ainda penso, mas com a diferença de que não os meus vizinhos mais sim o meu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente na casa dos 30, o gigante numero quatro e zero estava se aproximando como uma imensa nuvem preta, um problema sério que só vou conseguir lidar quando eu tiver um tempo de trabalhos, compras de supermercado e filhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logo logo já estará ai, mas eu estou aqui firme e forte. Pelo o que eu saiba este degrau dessa era mágica da casa dos quarenta e alguma coisa, e sendo considerada uma velha pelos seus próprios filhos, gostaria muito de dar uma olhada para uma mulher em seus40 anos de idade. Quero lhe mostrar como elas se vêem. Como uma mulher de quarenta anos se sente nos dias de hoje nesse mundo? Não velha ou jovem, mas como elas são? Botox ou plásticas são a melhor opção, ou não? Ou existe coisas mais importantes na vida?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40 sobre 40 é um projeto de arte fotográfica. O propósito deste projeto é fotografar 40 mulheres maravilhosas em Chicago durante o verão de 2009. Para mostrar á você, eu e as próximas gerações a viver sua vida feliz até aos 40 anos de idade que é quando começa ser divino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estas fotos não serão somente fotos, mas sim minha interpretação artística dessas maravilhosas mulheres em seus começos de vida. Estilistas, cabeleireiros e maquiadores e mais editores criativos serão usados somente para propósitos artísticos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1942808010924431656-6320140420019742110?l=40over40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://40over40.blogspot.com/feeds/6320140420019742110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://40over40.blogspot.com/2009/03/welcome-portugese.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942808010924431656/posts/default/6320140420019742110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942808010924431656/posts/default/6320140420019742110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://40over40.blogspot.com/2009/03/welcome-portugese.html' title='BEM VINDO AOS 40 SOBRE 40'/><author><name>40 over 40</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06559590738484937587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942808010924431656.post-5685640216186654142</id><published>2009-03-24T11:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T14:00:39.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WILLKOMMEN ZUM PROJEKT ’40 OVER 40’</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Woran denkst Du zuerst bei der Aussage: „Eine Frau in den Vierzigern“? Ich vermute, es kommt darauf an, wer Du bist, wo Du bist und vorallem wie alt Du bist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Als ich ein Teenager war, kam mir vierzigjährig alt vor – wirklich alt. Das Alter meiner Mutter – Geschichte – das Leben quasi vorbei irgendwie auf den Tod wartend. Ich gebe zu, in diesen Jahren sah ich auch das legale Trinkalter als Beginn des Erwachsenenseins, was natürlich ein Irrtum war. In meinen 20er Jahren dachte ich kaum an Frauen in den 40er Jahren, sondern nur an ‚Boys’. Das tue ich immer noch nur mit dem Unterschied, dass es sich nicht um die Boys meiner Nachbarn handelt, sondern um meine eigenen. Endlich, in meinen 30er Jahren sah ich die grosse Zahl 40 als gigantische, dunkle Wolke am Horizont. Dies geschah natürlich nur so nebenbei, wenn ich eine freie Minute zwischen Emails, Einkaufslisten und Chauffieren hatte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nun der grosse Moment ist in meiner unmittelbaren Nähe. Ich stehe an der Schwelle dieser magischen Ära der ueber Vierzigjährigen und werde von meinen Söhnen als ‚alt’ eingestuft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich will andere Frauen in den 40er Jahren durch meine Linse beobachten. Ich will porträtieren, wie sich diese Frauen selber sehen. Wie fühlt sich eine Vierzigjährige im heutigen Zeitalter? Nicht wie jung oder alt sie aussieht, sonden viel eher will ich erfahren, ob Botox und Stützstrumphosen wirklich jetzt zu den ständigen Begleitern gehören. Oder gibt es doch wirklich wichtigere Dinge im Leben?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'40 over 40' ist ein Foto Kunstprojekt. Das Ziel dieses Projektes ist es, 40 interessante, strahlende und bewundernswerte Frauen in Chicago während dem Sommer 2009 zu fotografieren. Dies mit der Absicht, Dir und mir und Generationen danach zu zeigen, dass das Leben bis 40 gut ist, danach es jedoch nur noch besser wird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diese Aufnahmen sind nicht nur Porträts, jedoch meine künstlerische Interpretation, diese wunderbaren Frauen in der Blüte ihres Lebens darzustellen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bist Du interessiert an diesem Projekt teilzunehmen? Dann kontaktiere bitte: &lt;a href="mailto:fortyoverforty@gmail.com"&gt;fortyoverforty@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1942808010924431656-5685640216186654142?l=40over40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://40over40.blogspot.com/feeds/5685640216186654142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://40over40.blogspot.com/2009/03/welcome-german.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942808010924431656/posts/default/5685640216186654142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942808010924431656/posts/default/5685640216186654142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://40over40.blogspot.com/2009/03/welcome-german.html' title='WILLKOMMEN ZUM PROJEKT ’40 OVER 40’'/><author><name>40 over 40</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06559590738484937587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942808010924431656.post-9048858750796506248</id><published>2009-03-24T11:22:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T15:38:43.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BIENVENUE AU PROJET 40 OVER 40</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quelle est la première chose qui vous vient à l’esprit quand vous entendez la phrase : « une femme dans la quarantaine » ? Je suppose que cela dépend de qui vous êtes, où vous êtes, quel âge vous avez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lorsque j’étais adolescente, 40 ans, c’était vieux, vraiment vieux. L’âge de ma mère. De l’histoire ancienne. Fin de parcours, juste à attendre de mourir. Je dois avouer qu’à l’époque, c’est l’âge légal pour boire que je considérais être le début l’âge adulte. Je sais maintenant que tel n’est pas le cas.&lt;br /&gt;A 20 ans, je ne pensais pas aux femmes dans la quarantaine, mais aux garçons. Ce que je fais toujours, à la différence prêt que les garçons auxquels je pense aujourd’hui ne sont pas les garçons du voisinage, mais mes les miens.&lt;br /&gt;Finalement, à 30 ans, l’imposant chiffre 40 pendait comme un gros nuage sombre à l’horizon. Fait inévitable auquel je me confrontais uniquement quand j’avais une minute entre les e-mails, listes de choses à faire et autres devoirs des enfants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et bien voilà, pour moi, le moment est presque là. Dès lors que je me trouve aux portes de cette aère magique des quadragénaires et que mes propres enfants me considèrent vieille, j’aimerais porter mon regard sur d’autres femmes dans la quarantaine. J’aimerais vous montrer comment elles se voient elles-mêmes. Comment se sent une quadragénaire à notre époque ? Est-ce que le botox et les collants de soutien sont-ils vraiment leur vrais et uniques amis ? Ou pourrait-il y avoir des choses plus importantes dans la vie ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;« 40 over 40 » est un projet de photographies d’art. Le but de ce projet est de photographier 40 belles, rayonnantes et captivantes femmes de Chicago. Ceci afin de démontrer à vous, à moi et aux générations futures que la vie jusqu’à 40 ans est belle ; fabuleuse passée ce cap !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ces photographies ne sont pas uniquement des portraits, mais des interprétations artistiques des ces extraordinaires femmes à l’apogée de leur vie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Êtes-vous intéressée à participer à ce projet ? 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