Archive for February 2009
All the beer weaves and Tootie wigs in the world can’t top this!
The Cut is reporting that America’s Next Top Model is only casting girls 5’7″ and under for its next season. Although the entire notion reeks of a gimmick, I don’t really care. ANTM is a reality show, not a modeling competition. All the geniuses leaving comments on The Cut blog aren’t exactly breaking headline news when they state that “ANTM is a joke.” Yeah, it is. Get it?
I can’t wait for another season! The new cycle begins this week and I’ve already begun spring cleaning so that I can invite some friends over to enjoy the premiere this Wednesday. We’ll drink some wine and laugh ourselves silly as we watch Tyra and company serve up another helping of the most delicious cheese television has to offer. Mmm . . . wine and cheese.
I haven’t bothered to check out the cast photos yet, but I’m putting my money on a black girl; every third cycle, a black girl wins. Sure, the show might be predictable, but I’m sure I’m going to love every predictable second of it.
Long live ANTM!
. . . cause a commotion by wearing a fabulous new wedding gown to someone else’s wedding.
So I was reading The Subadult Years, a fun blog I added to my links, where I discovered that Kim Cathers of Project Runway Canada Season 2 and Season 1’s winner Evan Biddell have a connection. I guess they used to be married or something — I can’t remember.
Anyway, both Kim and Evan have responded to the post in the comments section. A click there led me to Kim’s blog where I read an interesting passage:
I loved my “your gonna die” comment. I was sitting amongst many friends and everyone was screaming and laughing at the TV when i was up there. I didn’t even remember I said that, which makes me nervous for what else might have come out of my mouth during my time there!
Except for the dress that she created in the last challenge, I now forgive Kim for being sort of rotten on the last episode. She has the capacity for self-reflection that a lot of reality show contestants lack, and I admire her for that. I also believe she’s better than the work that she’s shown so far.
On the other hand, I’ve decided that I want to slug Sunny Fong in the chops. I was rooting for him until he made an inane comment about being a “size zero dress designer.” Kim’s occasionally childish comments seem to be made when she’s stressed out, and I understand that. But I don’t understand jerks who get into fashion to perpetuate a culture of exclusion where the gorgeous Behati Prinsloo gets called a “fat pig” by a casting agent. Almost everyone in the business points their fingers at everyone else when anyone asks them who’s to blame for skeletal models, yet they all work hard to maintain the status quo. It makes me wonder if Sunny Fong’s previous foray into the business of fashion was unsuccessful because of his focus. How many size zero dress designers does the world need?
So I’m not a Sunny fan anymore. I guess I’ll root for Adejoké because she makes me laugh. She’s also from Calgary, so I might be able to get her to show at Moose Jaw Fashion Week 2012. On that note, I wonder what Biddell is doing this summer? Perhaps I can get him to join me on my location scouting trip to Saskatchewan. I’m sure he already knows all the hotspots!
Cover: Winter 1986
Context: Two brothers from Pakistan unwittingly unleash the first computer virus, Brain, on the world on January 19. The USA officially observes the first Martin Luther King Jr. Day on January 20. “That’s What Friends Are For” reaches number one on the Billboard Hot 100. Mischa Barton is born in Hammersmith, London on January 24.
Points of Interest: Intrigued by the moniker Trudelle Laker, I discovered that the cover’s jewelry designer has a Facebook page. I’d never heard the name Trudelle before. It’s like a deluxe version of Trudy. I dig it.
What Tyra Would Say: “The photo is good, but I don’t see a model standing in front of me. I just see a girl who is going to the mall.”
What Auntie Fashion Says: I’m glad that they started putting the word “magazine” on the cover. Up to this point, I had no idea what FASHION was.
Happy birthday, Cindy Wilson. I wanna kiss your pineapples!
Happy birthday, Elizabeth Taylor. They don’t make movie stars like they used to, huh?
Julien MacDonald is to London Fashion Week what the Caten brothers are to Milan. I guess every city needs a designer or two who likes women to look like tacky whores.
Last season I actually praised MacDonald for putting a few lovely, sophisticated looks on his runway. Along with his time as a reality show villain, the man has banked major time in the atelier and it shows. He can craft beautiful clothes when he wants to. More often, however, he creates some of the most hideous creations I’ve ever seen.
A few posts back I made a joke about one-legged unitards. Every time I see a one-legged garment on a model, my eyes roll so far back in my head that I can see my cerebellum. Who in the world wants to wear one-legged pants?
I can never take Martin Margiela seriously, despite his stellar reputation, because he has the terrible habit of showing one-legged garments. I know that MacDonald hasn’t exactly tread into Margiela’s territory with the dress in the photo, but it’s close enough. I’m not sure if it’s half miniskirt/half maxiskirt, or if it’s hot pants with a big dangly flap attached. Or maybe it’s bike shorts, like in that famous outfit Demi Moore wore in what is considered to be one of the worst red carpet outfits of all time.
Anyway, I really thought that MacDonald had turned a corner with his last collection. I guess I was wrong.