Sentences with phrase «large jet set»

Pictured: Michael by Michael Kors «Large Jet Set» East / West Saffiano Crossbody Bag in Raspberry

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Chevy designers further enhanced the concept with a Pedders coil - over lowering kit and a set of large, Brembo brakes, as well as color - coordinating the Jet Black interior with Synergy Green accent stitching, piping and other accents.

This luxury villa rental in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico is perfectly designed for large groups and families, lots... built in Conchas Chinas during Vallarta's jet set age of the 1970's.

The rich world created by Jet Set Games doesn't stop at the visuals though, as each character we encountered in our brief time with the game were larger - than - life and very self - aware.

Originally created in 1993 for an abandoned fire station in Harlem, it now resides in the Museum's Studio 231 space as part of «NYC 1993: Experimental Jet Set, Trash and No Star,» a larger exhibition that opens February 13, 2013.

On the second floor Theaster Gates has arranged sets of Jet magazines chronologically bound in various colors, into large squares.

They appear to speak against a set made from large - scale ink - jet prints of the house and grounds glued to cardboard, their backs to the camera or their faces out of focus or cut out of the frame.

So, I ask you back: If I told you that all you had to do was say that the sky is red and I would pay you $ 250,000 a year, give you money for a staff, jet set you places for large conferences (all expenses paid), and guarantee your popularity via the media — would you say no?

Canada has a Minister of the Environment who calls opposition Members of Parliament who talk to Americans traitors, and a Minister of Natural Resources who complains that environmental groups are supported by foreign «jet - setting celebrities with some of the largest personal carbon footprints in the world.»

It went something like this: hotel check - in, locate room, locate wifi service, attempt connection to wifi, wonder why the connection is taking so long, try again, locate phone, call front desk, get told «the internet is broken for a while», decide to hot - spot the mobile phone because some emails really needed to be sent, go «la la la» about the roaming costs, locate iron, wonder why iron temperature dial just spins around and around, swear as iron spews water instead of steam, find reading glasses, curse middle - aged need for reading glasses, realise iron temperature dial is indecipherably in Chinese, decide ironing front of shirt is good enough when wearing jacket, order room service lunch, start shower, realise can't read impossible small toiletry bottle labels, damply retrieve glasses from near iron and successfully avoid shampooing hair with body lotion, change (into slightly damp shirt), retrieve glasses from shower, start teleconference, eat lunch, remember to mute phone, meet colleague in lobby at 1 pm, continue teleconference, get in taxi, endure 75 stop - start minutes to a inconveniently located client, watch unread emails climb over 150, continue to ignore roaming costs, regret tuna panini lunch choice as taxi warmth, stop - start juddering, jet - lag, guilt about unread emails and traffic fumes combine in a very unpleasant way, stumble out of over-warm taxi and almost catch hypothermia while trying to locate a very small client office in a very large anonymous business park, almost hug client with relief when they appear to escort us the last 50 metres, surprisingly have very positive client meeting (i.e. didn't throw up in the meeting), almost catch hypothermia again waiting for taxi which despite having two functioning GPS devices can't locate us on a main road, understand why as within 30 seconds we are almost rendered unconscious by the in - car exhaust fumes, discover that the taxi ride back to the CBD is even slower and more juddering at peak hour (and no, that was not a carbon monoxide induced hallucination), rescheduled the second client from 5 pm to 5.30, to 6 pm and finally 6.30 pm, killed time by drafting this guest blog (possibly carbon monoxide induced), watch unread emails climb higher, exit taxi and inhale relatively fresher air from kamikaze motor scooters, enter office and grumpily work with client until 9 pm, decline client's gracious offer of expensive dinner, noting it is already midnight my time, observe client fail to correctly set office alarm and endure high decibel «warning, warning» sounds that are clearly designed to send security rushing... soon... any second now... develop new form of nausea and headache from piercing, screeching, sounds - like - a-wailing-baby-please-please-make-it-stop-alarm, note the client is relishing the extra (free) time with us and is still talking about work, admire the client's ability to focus under extreme aural pressure, decide the client may be a little too work focussed, realise that I probably am too given I have just finished work at 9 pm... but then remember the 200 unread emails in my inbox and decide I can resolve that incongruency later (in a quieter space), become sure that there are only two possibilities — there are no security staff or they are deaf — while my colleague frantically tries to call someone who knows what to do, conclude after three calls that no - one does, and then finally someone finally does and... it stops.