IMG Models (London, New York)
Elite Model Management (Barcelona)
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Monday, 31 August 2009
Candice Swanepoel
Why Not Model Agency (Milano)
IMG Models (London, New York)
Elite Model Management (Barcelona)
-> her tfs forum topic
IMG Models (London, New York)
Elite Model Management (Barcelona)
-> her tfs forum topic
Sister act
Oh, Deschanel sisters, Deschanel sisters. You are a glamorous microcosm of sisters everywhere. The older, polished one. The younger, adorable one. I love seeing pictures of them together because, duh, they’re both gorgeous.
But I’m not interested in the naughty fantasy. First, I’m still getting over that first, unsuspecting viewing of “Sister, My Sister.” And second, well, incest is ewww. No, seriously, ewww. Instead, what I like is the obvious affection between them. The closeness, the supportiveness. I’d like to sit with them around the kitchen table and watch that special, often-wordless language only sisters share.
The way Emily instinctually holds her little sister close.
The way Zooey leans unquestioningly on her older sister.
It’s so sweet. It makes me wish I lived closer to my sister. It also makes me really, really hope that Zooey gets to guest star with Emily on “Bones” this season. Make this happen TV gods.
OK, I could be persuaded to get just a little “Flowers in the Attic” at the sight of an Emily, Amy Adams, Zooey sandwich.
Just a little. What? I’m only human.
Friday, 28 August 2009
My Weekend Crush
I know, I know – it almost seems wrong to post an image this hot. In fact, I am certain an entire weekend of seeing this atop the site will sear a hole into your monitor. I am just going to have to live with those consequences. I have no choice; a woman as hot as Sarah Shahi simply demands it. That Sarah is hot, however, was never in question. She looks sexy wearing anything – a tank top, a cop uniform, Kate Moennig. But in “The L Word” she showed us she could also break our heart. And then in “Life” she showed us she could be unwrapped like a tough-skinned onion to reveal untold layers underneath. That Sarah won’t be on our screens every week now that both shows are gone is an injustice the TV gods will be forced to rectify soon lest we, their once loyal subjects, begin to revolt and tear down the temples in their honor brick by brick. In short, after an appropriate period of maternity leave (hello, hot mama!), Sarah better be back on my damn TV. So much hot must be shared with the world. We demand it. Happy weekend, all.
Thursday, 27 August 2009
The Queen of Kings
The Queen has a new album out, and darn it if she is not looking like a king on it – a drag king, that is. Queen Latifah’s new album “Persona” came out Tuesday. On it she experiments with several styles – or personas if you will. Lovely idea. But, of course, the only persona I care about right now is her butch one. Because, make no mistake, this is not an isolated incident. Our Queen has a tendency to butch it up both on and off screen to delicious effect. It’d be easy to speculate about the reason for her butch tendencies (cough, The Gay, cough). But I’d rather just enjoy the aesthetic. All hail the queen of kings.
In The Movies:
Stranger Than Fiction
Last Holiday
The Cookout
Set It Off
Seriously, Set It Off (she even played gay!)
Last Holiday
The Cookout
Set It Off
Seriously, Set It Off (she even played gay!)
On the Streets:
On a Motorcycle
In Cargo Shorts
Holding a Coconut (come on, a coconut!)
With Her Girlfriend Personal Trainer
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In Cargo Shorts
Holding a Coconut (come on, a coconut!)
With Her 
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Wednesday, 26 August 2009
Six packs are for cans
Hey, did you hear about the time the fashion magazine showed a real woman’s body? And did you hear that, despite what some fashion editors might think, the world did not stop spinning because her perceived imperfections weren’t Photoshopped out? In fact, did you hear that instead of revolting in disgust, the readers rejoiced? I know, I know – sounds like an urban legend. But, unlike that gerbil thing, this actually happened.
Glamour’s September issue has been causing quite a stir, not because of its cover story on Jessica Simpson or feature on “331 Sexy Looks You Can Afford!” But instead the clamor is for a simple photo on Page 194. It’s a photo of a beautiful young woman with a big, wonderfully confident smile and a small, totally normal stomach pooch.
Many things are extraordinary about this photo because of, ironically, its very ordinariness. This is a woman with a stomach that looks like what so many of us see when we look in the mirror. Yet we are all taken aback because we have been so conditioned to expect so-called perfection in the glossy pages of magazines. For reference see Kelly Clarkson. See Faith Hill. See any beautiful woman that somehow wasn’t quite beautiful enough to be shown how she really looks, untouched and unaltered.
Glamour has been flooded with positive comments on the photo, as they should be. The editor and lovely young model, Lizzi Miller, appeared on the Today show earlier this week. But our visceral reaction to this image only serves to underscore a sad truth about our culture. We have been made to feel so badly about ourselves by images that are utterly unattainable that when we see something real, it shocks us. And we are moved.
Our minds are like our bodies: what you feed them matters. If we only ever ingest a diet of impossibly thin, incredibly perfect junk imagery it starts to corrode our egos. It clogs our confidence. And, before you know it, our hearts are hardened to the fact that women are beautiful in all shapes and sizes, colors and creeds.
Make no mistake, this is what they want. The beauty industry isn’t about making women feel beautiful. It’s about making us feel so horrible about ourselves for not being beautiful that we buy whatever they are selling. Making us hate who we are is a billion-dollar industry. Even Glamour, who I whole-heartedly applaud for featuring Lizzi, has a headline on the cover of that same issue that screams: “3 Flat Belly Secrets!” Two steps forward, one step back.
We all want to look our best and be healthy. But loving who we are, flaws and all, is a life-long project made harder by the messages we are bombarded with every day. Firmer. Smoother. Younger. Thinner. Right now, think of three things you don’t like about your body and then three things you love about your body. Those first three came easier, didn’t they? Now fuck those first three things. Because only those last three things matter. We are as beautiful as we feel. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.
Tuesday, 25 August 2009
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