Posts Tagged ‘gorgeous’
Just as often as Glenda Bailey annoys me as editor in chief of Harper’s Bazaar, she surprises me with something so wonderful that I almost want to forgive her for every terrible thing she’s done . . . almost!
Check out the latest from Bazaar’s September issue on Fashionologie. Photographer Peter Lindbergh has taken portraits of some of greatest names in the history of modeling, sans makeup. I must congratulate both Lindbergh and Bailey for creating a layout that makes me want to run out and buy the magazine right this very minute. However, I should really give credit where credit is due. These women look fabulous!
Shalom, Nadja, Amber, Helena, Kristen, Cindy, Claudia and Tatjana all in one issue. It’s like I’ve died and gone to heaven!
In the greatest news I’ve ever heard in my entire life, Dame Edna has collaborated on new cosmetic collection for MAC, according to Sassybella:
‘“I’m doing this out of love – I’m a giver,” said Dame Edna. “The audience’s applause was a little louder when I was wearing MAC on stage, so I was a convert. They didn’t have to coerce me.”
What I’m looking forward to most is the cheeky promotion that is set to follow this news, according to WWD Simon Doonan has taped three interviews with Dame Edna – styled by the equally fabulous Patricia Field.
The wacky, fun collection will be hitting US stores on December 26, 2008 and international stores in January 2009.’
Simon Doonan AND Dame Edna? Amongst my most-treasured possessions are a copy of Doonan’s “Eccentric Glamour” (not to mention the interview I did with the sweet-as-pie Mr. Doonan) and my autographed copy of Color Me Edna. I can’t imagine what it was like to be in a room filled with that much gorgeousness. I think I need a drink. Staying drunk until January will be all I can do until I get my hands on a tube of Gladiola Matte lipstick.
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The only thing more fickle than fashion itself is my choice of favorite model of the moment. Right now it’s Kim Noorda. I’ve always thought that she was beautiful, but just lately I’ve been sighing every time her photo pops up while I’m watching the season’s runway shows.
There’s something so refreshing about seeing such a classically beautiful girl on the catwalks. I just want to pinch her cheeks and tell that she’s gorgeous.
On another note, Balmain is getting some good reviews. Now they need to work on getting their licenses back. A quick web search reveals that even the sears.ca outlet sells Balmain’s poly-cotton men’s dress shirts for the low, low price of $4.94. I’m not sure if the label possesses the cachet it used to have.
Hannelore Knuts is one of the most memorable faces of modeling from the past decade. Although she didn’t have the mass-market ad appeal of many of her contemporaries, designers couldn’t get enough of the model’s androgynous runway persona.
In his recent retrospective, Jean Paul Gaultier included Hannelore in his star-studded lineup. I hadn’t seen much of her since then. For that reason, I was thrilled to see her on a runway again while I was clicking through the Milan shows. It seems as if the thirty-year-old model just won’t go away, and for that I’m grateful.
Kudos to Francesco Scognamiglio for casting Hannelore, and kudos to the designer for putting on a another intriguing, yet not-so-subtle show. Now if he could only learn a lesson from the model — to let talent and hard work speak for itself — he’ll be around for a long time, too.
I guess that the ultimate praise that any collection can get is when you click through the slide show of the runway presentation saying “want it, want it, want it” over and over again. That’s how I felt about Cynthia Rowley’s S/S 2009 catwalk.
I’ve always been a fan, but I’ve never coveted her work the way I did just a moment ago when I got around to viewing the collection. I’d wear it all.
That’s all that needs to be said.
When Carmen Kass took the runway at Michael Kors, looking as chic and sexy as a Rive Gauche perfume bottle ca. 1970, I was sold. One look into the show, and I already knew it was going to be my favorite presentation of New York Fashion Week.
There are a lot of reasons that I adore Michael Kors. I’ve always liked him, but I started to love him when he dropped design duties at Celine from his repertoire. For some reason, Celine distracted Kors from his signature line. It was as if he felt the need to make Celine the more-sophisticated version of the two labels. His signature collection became a little too Ralph Lauren for my tastes — if you know what I mean.
Now Kors isn’t afraid to flaunt the Parisian sensibilities that give his American sportswear line such instant chic. He also isn’t afraid to address the body issues of a market made up of millions of people of different shapes and sizes. I remember praising his dance-inspired collection for S/S 2007 to Suzanne Boyd, the former editor-in-chief of Flare magazine. She immediately understood where I was coming from because — like me — she wasn’t born yesterday. Kors isn’t trying to dress nineteen-year-old models. He’s trying to dress everyone, and he’s doing it better than anyone else in the business.
I said that I was going to wait until after the makeover episode to choose a favorite contestant on America’s Next Top Model, but I changed my mind. The reason: Samantha is hot.
It’s hard to tell how hot she is in this photo because they put her in such a horrible dress, but the girl is built like a track star. It’s refreshing to see a wannabe model with such an athletic figure, especially while New York Fashion Week is in progress. Just the other day I saw a runway shot of Racquel Zimmerman in a swimsuit, and her scrawny gams almost made me queasy.
Samantha probably won’t win ANTM, and she probably won’t even make it very far into the competition, but she’s still my favorite. That can change in an instant, too. Tyra specifically singled-out Samantha as the girl most in need of a makeover. By this time next week she could have a Tootie wig sewn onto her head. Hot bod or not, there ain’t a Top Model in the world who can rock the Tootie — unless you count that one guy from The Ramones.