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.