Showing posts with label models. Show all posts
Showing posts with label models. Show all posts

Audrey And Dovima- A Vogue Moment


This photo of Audrey Hepburn and supermodel Dovima has made my day when I found it a couple of weeks ago, so I thought many of you might enjoy it, too. It was taken on the set of 1957's Funny Face where Dovima had a wonderful cameo.



Photo via Dovima_is_divine on Flickr

Veruschka Back On The Runway



Veruschka was a supermodel before the term was even coined and was part of the iconic look of the 1960s. It's wonderful to see her walk the runway at Giles spring/summer 2011 show during London Fashion Week at age 71. I don't know about anyone else, but I started actually buying serious fashion a lot later than in my early 20s, so seeing older models makes perfect sense to me.

Photos: The Huffington Post

Plastic Surgery- When Is It Worth The Risk?


Solange Magnano, a model and former Miss Argentina died on Sunday after undergoing an elective plastic surgery. On her butt.

The CNN article didn't give too many details, but I'm assuming that a butt surgery means getting implants. Regular readers know I'm generally in favor of any procedure that makes one happier and more confident, so if one finds that her bum is the one thing standing between her and happiness, I would never judge. As a teenager I seriously thought my nose was the reason I didn't have a boyfriend, and vowed that once I hit 18 (my parents wouldn't allow me to get a nose job at 16) I was going under the knife. By the end of 1988 I was already dating and the schnoz was forgotten.

Hollywood women often start getting anti-aging work done in their 30s, which used to shock me, but we have gotten used to seeing a botoxed face on 33 year olds. Apparently, an immovable forehead is the new black. A while ago there was a segment on awfulplasticsurgery.com showing the high likelihood that the most stunning face in showbiz, Angelina Jolie's, might not have come so directly from John Voight's genetic material. How would have we reacted had something went awry there?

37 year old Solange Magnano lost her life during the quest for the perfect behind, a surgery I personally wouldn't have ever considered. But what kind of surgery is worth the risk? Perkier boobs? An eye lift?

What do you think?

Photo: CNN

The cover of Vogues July issue offers a nice surprise: Not another actress hawking her latest movie, but a real, honest-to-god model. The gorgeous Natalia Vodianova epitomizes the "Return of Megawatt Beauty", an old Hollywood-like glamor. All her makeup is by Lancome, and I especially love the dark, sexy lips.

Party Like it's 1988 (Memory Lane, Chapter II)- Calvin Klein Eternity


Technically speaking, Eternity is an 80s fragrance (it was launched in 1988). However, the Calvin Klein scent of the 80s is unquestionably Obsession, a heavy and sultry scent, worthy of Alexis Carrington, your mother and that lady who just left her mark in the elevator.

Eternity, on the other hand, is much more of a 90s scent, with the entire minimalist Calvin Klein look, Christy Turlington and your old pair of black pants. I started wearing it in late 1993 as a day fragrance, and have always had a bottle around, even at times that I could go for months without actually putting it on.

It's my happy scent. A sunny, sparkly little thing, never intimidating or pushy. It's floral, and a white one at that, but not in a diva, tuberose way. Christy Turlington embodied it well: pretty and clean, yoga-practicing, scandal-free, no drug benders or assistant assaulting. Who doesn't want to look and smell like Christy?

The long lasting drydown, with its sandalwood goodness, is still uplifting and cute. It's not deep, moody or very evocative, but the reason for it is perhaps all those years of Calvin marketing. It does call back some old memories, but they can't be separated from the Eternity image and ads.

I no longer bother with full-sized bottles. My local Target has it in 0.5 oz bottles of EdP, which are perfect and just enough for my needs.

Mossy


One of the Beauty Addict's posts last week as part of her excellent Fashion Week coverage was from the Jason Wu show. The makeup featured was all MAC and inspired by Kate Moss. Kristen is quoting a MAC makeup artist who defined this Mossy look as " very overstated, messy, disheveled".
My question is: Who wants to look like that?

Things I don't get


Kate Moss.

I didn't like her even before the drug scandal (why was anyone surprised by that one?), and I like her even less now. She doesn't represent any ideal for me and most certainly doesn't make me want to buy whatever she's wearing.

I've ranted about it before, but now I'm really irritated. I'm seriously considering boycotting each and every fashion house that chooses her as their model/spokesperson. I'm not a fan of any of the Bvlgari scents, so this one won't be a great loss.

Return of the Supermodels


It's wonderful to see my favorite model, Linda Evangelista, on the cover of Vogue again. Inside the magazine, Alber Elbaz of Lanvin is talking about how the supermodels made fashion both fun and exciting. I wholeheartedly agree. Vogue's September 1991 issue (pictured here) was exactly that, and its cover is maybe the most memorable I've seen. I hope to see more of Linda and the others.

That said, the Kate Moss overdose (pun not completely unintentional) is annoying me. Her charm escapes me, and seeing her in several ads in each magazine for some of the biggest houses is way, way too much.

How Not to Sell Clothes

I know that I'm not the only one who found the Marc Jacobs ads featuring Meg White as a corpse lying on dirt in the middle of nowhere, to be in very poor taste. It seemed to me as a part of another wave of designers' mysogeny- Louis Vuitton and a few others also featured dead or zombie-like looking models, in scenes that reminded me of Buffy the Vampire Slayer digging her way out of the grave (sixth season, first episode).

I just leafed through Men's Vogue, where I found another Marc Jacobs ad. This one features the man who killed Meg. Wearing a denim trench coat, his face filthy, a crazy look in his eyes, his hand clutching the coat's buckle but it might as well be a knife. Or a gun. Or his penis. Welcome to Jack the Ripper's world. Apparently he wears Marc Jacobs.