Meghan Collison is everywhere nowadays. As the cliched model discoveries go, she was discovered at a local mall, signed with Supreme, and then was catapaulted to Prada ads and Meisel spreads etc. etc. She's totally the blunt-bang alternative to the Irinas inundating the runways.
The Sex and the City trailer says nothing at all, yet shows everything the movie's about. Literally, it just shows a couple flashes of random scenes; hopefully this quickie of a preview is a teaser trailer cause I will fork over ten bucks to see this in theaters. I guess that the producers don't want to give away too much of the plot, but still at least give us the gist of it. I assume SATC fans will piss themselves with joy at the sight of Carrie and her ginormous flower; the haters will wish to asphyxiate Carrie with her ginormous flower. Either way, so far, I deduced the plot consists of Carrie spinning around in a wedding dress, Carrie putting away shoes in her skivvies, a Big kiss, and Charlotte dressed as MIA.
Can someone tell me what the hell is going on?
Truth be told, the ever-present mug of Kate Moss is quite sickening, but I am quite fascinated by the gradual changes in her magazine covers. She may be an overrated Topshop hussy with a bit of a lazy eye and a penchant for coke and shitty men, but I have to admit, she's has come a long way. Here depicted is a few of her covers, dating all the way back to 1992.
The much anticipated French Vogue edited by Charlotte Gainsbourg has come out!!! (Apologies for the overtly giddy exclamation points; I can't help myself.) The feature editorial, "La Science du Rêve", shot by Craig McDean, is quite the provocateur. Hello, stockings + fugly yet hot prada pumps+ Gainsbourg = GENIUS.
I'm so fashionorgasming for an issue that I'm willing and ready to obtain one at that one crime-ravaged magazine shoppe with all those robbery-homicides! What an obituary that would be: shot whilst jonesing for an issue of French Vogue.
One of the things I've wanted forever: Versace hair. It's all about the lush, flowy, italian sex machine look that I spent way too much time striving for. Sadly my attempts are futile, no matter how many darned 3-inch Conair rollers I stick in my head, I just end up with a bad case of frizz and shizz. I remember as a dim-witted adolescent, I listened to Seventeen magazine and used a toilet paper roll and foil as DIY rollers, and I just looked a fool. Clearly, the depths of desperation is Seventeen magazine hair advice. My only solution is incessantly flipping my head up and down, like a maniacal narcissist. So, reader, what are your hair issues, if any?
I can't do this^
Contemplative. Seductive. Lazyeyed. Such are the some of the descriptions of Shopbop models. The blank stares of Shopbop models lure customers in and finally, fashionista puts names behind those faces we love/hate.
PENSIVE! The redhead notorious for her glazed expression is Elena with Elite Chicago.
SULTRY! Iskra, from Elite Chicago. Evidently, she is teeming with excitement!
INTENSITY. Le Call is also with Elite Chicago, in her 30s, and is dating Owen Wilson.