...after seeing these. Pretty lackluster for a Chanel campaign. I don't care for the styling for the setup, and I'm not feeling Georgia May Jagger. After Claudia, Lara, and various gap-toothed others, I really don't feel the need to see a new Bardot-lookalike thrust upon the fashion world. Also, Karl did the Bardot thing far better that other time:
Monday, June 7, 2010
"The thing whole thing about fashion is that everybody wants that one moment where they look fabulous, they feel fabulous, when they step out of that limousine, when they make that entrance, when they slap that man's face, where everything is perfect.... it's about going for that one 'fuck you' moment, and we are all relentlessly trying to get it."
-Veronica Webb in Catwalk (1996)
I finally watched Catwalk. After years of trying to find it, I found it on youtube. It's akin to watching a french new wave film as we follow golden girl and Prom Queen of the modeling world Christy Turlington from show to show, Paris to New York -- it's largely plotless, but engaging nonetheless. I felt like I was actually a 90's era model catwalking and bouncing from one job to the next. Turlington doesn't exactly make for a completely engaging subject -- she's largely congenial and passive, but she doesn't need to be 100% engaging because there's so much going on and so much to see.
It's worth it just to get a taste of the golden era of modeling. For instance, we get to watch as Christy negotiates and schemes with her agent (on a car phone) to get her in and out of a show as quickly as possible, skipping the crucial dress rehearsal. We see her maybe not- so- inadvertently stir up some minor shit with Veronica Webb and Kate Moss to pass the time whilst waiting for the Versace show to start up; we get mildly uncomfortable with her as a make-up artist voices his open hatred for the magazine he's working for. We face palm with her as a young Helena Christiansen keeps putting her foot in her mouth as she continually and unintentionally insults Sharon Stone. These juicy tidbits are enough to satisfy from scene to scene.
All in all, I give it ***1/2 out of *****
P.S. Carla Bruni and Kate Moss are absolutely adorable in this. We also curiously see very little of Linda Evangelista for some reason.
Shalom Harlow, by Steven Meisel, U.S. Vogue, October 1994
Remember the days of Shalom and Amber? When Isaac Mizrahi was still relevant? I don't, but sometimes I wish I did. Why did U.S. Vogue have to turn to shit once I came of age?
P.S. If you're a fan of fashion of the 90's , you simply must click on that link. It's seriously one of the best documentaries about fashion ever made. Also, Linda Evangelista is so horribly bratty in it you either want to shake her or love her.
I'm just speechless. She looks amazing. This is MUCH better than her other more recent shoots for U.S. Harpers, and Paris Vogue. Speaking of U.S. Harpers, Glenda Bailey, If you are google alerting listening, I love you, but you need to get with the program already; this is stale as hale. You could be more, but I feel you are not living up to your potential. Don't listen to the haters, 'cause let's face it, they gonna hate, but I still think you are better than anything U.S. Vogue has to offer. Yes, after all these years, you still do it for me. But photographing Kate Moss through vasaline and gaussian blur and making her look blander than day old, unsweetened oatmeal is making it harder to support your cause. Also, why did you inflict those homely Twilight kids on us? I became increasingly concerned when gave Miley Cyrus a cover. Please come back to me, I know we can work this out.
Love,Whitters But enough of my bitching, check out the pretty, it's all so Herb Ritts-y and hot:
"This place was used to keep ashes around the year zero. But it was a place full of joy and life. I photographed a boy there naked to show life in a place of death" - Karl Lagerfeld
Yeah right Karl.
credits; wallpaper magazine, getty images, the fashion spot
I think I have just seen the most beautiful man alive, and his name is Baptiste Giabiconi. Seriously, this man is better looking than a Ken doll (and dare I say even Derek from Barbie and the Rockers, the standard to which I hold handsomeness to this day?)
I mean, he has aproached and eclipsed Rob Lowe territory of prettyness.
So here's the deets on Baptiste;
* he's 20 years old * he's Karl Lagerfelds' protege/muse *he allegedly met Karl by being engaged to Karl's niece *He's french *He used to work in aeronautics (how hot is that?)
I don't think I could even attempt to stand next to him . Ugh, I don't even think I would dare come up and introduce myself without feeling the strong urge to climb under a bridge and cry myself to sleep:
I love this editorial! The simplicty of it makes it so dramatic and Hilary Rhoda looks great. She goes from looking a little scary (the lone, stoic portrait of her in the long black dress), to looking like a rock star. Also, sorry if the pictures are a little out of whack, it was a nightmare trying to get them to look right at all. If someone knows any tricks to posting a lot of photos at one time (other than don't do it, heh), I would be grateful to them for life.
Move over Gemma, Lisa Cant, Lily Cole and the rest of you with oversize doll faces. Your days on the catwalk are numbered and it's time for a new breed of model (at least according to The New York Times anyway). Make room for the cats:
"Sometimes there is a hankering, more felt than articulated, for types with snub noses, shortened upper lips, eyes set on a slight diagonal, and petulant expressions that inspire one to offer them a dish of cream."
"I call them the cats," said Pat McGrath, a make-up artist who has worked with virtually everyone of importance in the business. "When I first saw Irina [Kulikova]," Ms. McGrath said, "I thought to myself, "She looks just like a little cat."
Clockwise from top: Behati Prinsloo and unidentified male model (who kind of looks like a young Malcolm McDowell from "Cat People" btw), Irina Kulikova, Marina Linchuk, Caroline Trentini, Jessica Stam, Madalena Frackowiak, and Sheila Marquez Center: Sasha Pivovarova
"Wherever at the dozens of parties during fashion week one finds the pretty cats, the old dogs can also be seen sniffing around. And there at the Tuesday night party the models Carmen Kass and Jessica Stam gave for "the green cause" of some sort at Le Baron-a charming dingy dive first popular decades ago- was Bruce Willis , in uh, very antic form.
Was Mr. Willis there to learn more about the neoprane florals at Balenciaga? Was he there for a lesson from Ms. Kass on carbon neutral living? Was he there to dance with Ashley Olsen hiked around his waist? (oh, wait, that was someone else, in another corner of the bar)."
Oh Bruce, give it up. You're old. Don't you think it's time to throw in the towel? Especially when your conquests are friends of your daughters? I mean, at least think of them. That's got to be totally embarrassing for their dad to be pulling a Ryan O' Neal.
