Back in Paris, me and my pals Sonny and Isaac thought it was a good idea to have (very) late lunch before the spectacular Damir Doma show. A few minutes after my order arrived, male model Linus Gustin rolled up beside me. He was on his way to the show venue but he was starving. He asked us how long it took for our food to arrive and I told him it wasn’t very long so he joined our table. I thought I was gonna die — hello, how often do you have lunch with male models? I’m talking about real, working models not “models“. Anyway, I found out he’s Swedish. Y’all know how I go weak in the knees when it comes to Swedish guys. There I was, in Paris, having a beautiful meal with friends, enjoying a nice glass of rose and I’ve got some eye candy beside me. It was icing on the cake!
While the rest of the fashion pack went to Moncler, I went to the Prada venue an hour before the indicated show time. I was early so I walked to a nearby cafe for a snack. When I walked in, two editors from a Chinese magazine recognized me and we had a quick chat. They wanted to take photos backstage. They invited me to join them but I didn’t have a backstage pass.
I decided to join them anyway. What the heck. I don’t normally sneak in, in fact, I don’t go anywhere unless I’m invited but Prada is Prada. It’s one of the biggest shows in Milan.
Speaking of number one, behold my latest acquisition: the November 1988 issue of American Vogue.
This is Anna Wintour’s first issue as Editor-in-Chief of Vogue USA after replacing Grace Mirabella.
Micaela Bercu, in a Christian Lacroix haute couture jacket, was photographed by Peter Lindbergh who, as reported last month, is returning to the magazine after an eighteen-year hiatus. It’s also the first time jeans appeared on the cover of the magazine.
Lara Stone somewhat reminds me of the iconic Kate Moss… always photographed with a drink or a ciggie.
They both broke the modeling molds during their time — Kate was credited for bringing in "heroin chic" because of her slender and petite frame and then you have the ferocious and busty Lara, a standout amongst the sea of overstarved, Eastern bloc skeletors.
I love this sort of news. Seriously.
When you think about it, models become even BIGGER entities than they are if they venture outside the fashion 'box'. In order to become a supermodel/household name, you need to date a famous man who is always on the spotlight — an actor, a musician, a sports figure, whatever. Look at most of the supermos — Naomi, Kate, etc.
When I visited the Vogue Russia office in Moscow a few weeks ago, I asked one of the lovely Voguettes who the lucky girl is for January 2010. They didn’t name names but they told me it’s my FAVOURITE model of all time.
Favourite who? Watch this vid or else you are dead to me.
I’m sure many of you are just as devastated as I am when news reports came in about Daul.
We started talking online in February and after many months of endless conversations, facebook chats, we met for the first time in September during the spring 2010 shows in Milan. She invited me to her hotel room where we hung out for hours, just the two of us. She had a TV show in Korea where she takes video footage of herself and her favourite people. We played dress up — she made me wear her clothes, we played with her furs (her Isabel Marant is gorgeous), chomped on toblerone, etc. We talked about Asians and racism in fashion, gossiped about models and mean casting directors, etc. Good times all in all. I could’ve spent the night in her hotel but I didn’t bring any clean clothes with me and we both have shows in the morning. We agreed to meet up at D&G backstage the next day.
Daul and her video camera, just before me doing the whole “Hey Korea, we’re here at D&G, I love you all” moment haha.
I’ve been crying the whole day. I just can’t believe she’s gone! Soo young and soo soon…
I feel terrible because we both talk about our personal problems but I didn’t know it’s going to end this way. I feel like I could have done something and I could’ve been there for her more. The last time we talked was last week.
She regularly comments on my facebook wall. Just this Tuesday, she replied to my status message.
I don’t go as much on facebook chat because every time I go there, 200 chat windows show up with everyone in the world wanting to get a hold of me… I should have gone online when she posted that reply and took it as a sign that she wanted to talk!
Anyway, I digress.
Daul, I really miss you so much. I’ll forever cherish our moments. You’ll never be forgotten.
From one fur hag to another, I promise to wear my furs, when I have the opportunity (and where it’s cold), in YOUR honor.
Hallelujah praise Jesus. Gemma has spoken and she rendered all the recent press reports that she "quit" as null and void. Fashionologie blogged Gemma emailed the West Australian newspaper that she'll be back working next year.