OMG. I literally shat my pants when I saw JD’s latest blog entry — he interviewed my favourite Vogue staffer ever, Ms. Sally Singer! I always, always look forward to her features and pieces and what she has to say because she’s truly amazing and inspirational.
I learned so much about her today. Unlike the typical ilk who works at Conde Nast, Sally Singer used to be club kid, used to make her own clothes, used to drop in/out of school several times, used to be a waitress and yes, she even went to beauty school! Click here to read JD interview Sally.
Thanks to acidtrash (DO YOU WORK FOR VOGUE PARIS OR SOMETHING??? :P), I found a batch of amazing RAW and unedited video outtakes of Coco Rocha’s "Give Me That… Oh La La!" editorial for the November 2007 issue of Vogue Paris. So *THAT’S* how them kids of today work it eh? Coco Rocha might be a dancer and I may not have the looks (and Natasha Poly’s figure) but hella I can do better than that. Just kidding. I love watching video outtakes — it’s always nice to watch how the pictures we see on magazines are made.
Look at all that male model face sweat. Errr, you can’t see it on the resized photo (I have the full-sized scan) so you have to buy the copy to see it. Someone identify him quick! I *MUST* know his name so I can look for other pics. He seems to be fun.
I’ve been a creature of the internet for as long as I remember and it’s extremely rare for me to get a real laugh out of something online. With that being said, I had one heck of a laugh when I saw this icon from livejournal.
Who’s the latest villain in this whole anorexia skinny whatever person blame game? No, it’s definitely not Mischa Barton… it’s your own mother!
To answer Teen Vogue’s question, no, my mother doesn’t pressure me to be skinny. Hell to da naw! Do you even know what she looks like? My homegirl is bigger than a bathtub and over the past few years, she’s done nothing but try to coerce me to move over to the dark side by force-feeding me like one of those foie gras ducks!
If there is one thing to blame for me wanting to be rail thin, that would be Lady Cassandra. She’s my new thinspiration y’all!
This video clip of a dog named Olivia shopping for fragrance at Neiman Marcus is soo cute! I love how you can just effortlessly bring your pet to Neiman Marcus, put her on the counter and let the staff do their selling powers magic.
It’s funny how I can’t even bring my pets to the department stores here in the third world (the mall security guards won’t let me) though I have to admit, Louis Vuitton and Gucci made exceptions for me in the past because they probably love me.
PS. On a sidenote, can I just say that Neiman Marcus should give themselves a pat on the back for hiring senior citizens as their fragrance counter people? I’ve always thought that minimum-waging job belongs to skinny, blond gay males with a broken wrist and a lisp…
OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD BEING THE ENTREPRENEURIAL ONLINE WHORE THAT I AM, SOMETHING POPPED IN MY HEAD AND IT’S THE BEST BUSINESS IDEA EVER!!!!!!!!
I was going to write something about how I’m gonna start the Bryanboy School of Sissyfication and give makeovers to all these poor, helpless tranny souls and then I saw this amazing, amazing cover of the new Vogue Paris and it pretty much stopped me dead on my tracks. Voila!
It’s my favourite favourite favourite catwalker of them all…. NATASHA POLY FOR FRENCH VOGUE in Givenchy haute couture! Photo by Patrick Demarchelier.
Say what you want but I **LOVE** the cover. The animal print "VOGUE" and the loud neon pink font is fucking fantastic, considering everyone else sent out that nasty wave of Hollywood people in frilly outfits.
It’s bold, it’s daring, it’s overbearing, it’s IN YOUR FUCKING FACE and best of all, it’s refreshing. This cover is wayyyy better than the predictable polly covers by American Elle, American Harper’s Bazaar, American Vogue.
God definitely answered my prayers and that god is no other than Carine Roitfeld.