Thursday, 25 June 2009

Gender Fuck Thursday

Today, we’re kicking it old school with our gender fuckery. No, not old skool. Actually old and possibly things you learned in school. After all, a nicely tailored suit isn’t the only way to have a drag. Something I noticed about these period piece drag shows? Men (or women dressed as men) used to wear a lot more layers. And buttons. And, gosh, their shirts were frilly. I’ve got to say, today’s standard dude gear of a T-shirt, cargo shorts and sandals should be considered a reverse Darwin on the menswear evolutionary scale. Let’s let these ladies show us how the boys used to do it. (Bonus points for Natalie Portman, above, for showing us how the boys AND girls used to do it).

Anne Hathaway, “Twelfth Night”Is that a sword in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?
[Hat tip, Sarah!]

Keira Knightley, “Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest”You’d wear a lot of hats too if you looked that good in them.

Gwyneth Paltrow, “Shakespeare in Love”Worst. Soul patch. Ever.

Rachael Stirling & Keeley Hawes, “Tipping the VelvetDouble your drag, double your fun.

Wednesday, 24 June 2009

Hey, four eyes

Am I the only one who totally geeked out about Rachel Maddow recently debuting her new blue glasses? I can’t be, surely. In fact I know I’m not. But my geeking out over her new, blue Clark Kent look comes in part because earlier this month I took on my own new, blue Clark Kent look. And now I’m little worried that people will think I’m pulling a Maddow. Not that there is anything wrong with that, clearly. But I’d also like people to think I do – every now and then (usually then) – actually have an original thought in my head. The good news is my new glasses have a few very important distinctions from Rachel’s.

First, I wear my glasses less than her – just mostly around the house, when running errands, being lazy and feeling incapable of poking myself in the eye with my contacts. Second, mine are metal frames – I can’t wear the big, bulky plastic ones. Actually, I’ve kind of been going back and forth with my choice of frames. Too nerdy? Too 1950s high school principal? Too look up in the sky, it’s a bird, it’s a plane?

Well crap, I might as well let you weigh in:

But what I really think Rachel has done is help me finally make peace with my purchase. (No one here needs to be told she is “the new sexy,” as dubbed by The Village Voice.) My glasses are just nerdy and just hot enough. Who knows, with pride coming up this weekend, maybe I can even get a little of Maddow’s smart-girl magnet charm to rub off on me. (Yes, that’s Ana Marie Cox and Rachel making lesbian hearts everywhere go pitter-patter over the weekend).

Plus, I’ve got one more thing over Maddow for sure in the glasses department. I actually can take off my glasses, shake out my hair and say, “Do you know what the penalty is for an overdue book?

Tuesday, 23 June 2009

So slay me

I have, as I’ve admitted repeatedly, never seen or read “Twilight.” I just couldn’t quite wrap my mind around the idea of a Mormon housewife writing a not-so bodice ripper about a chaste, sparkly vampire who obsesses stalks falls for a human girl. That said, I certainly don’t begrudge anyone who enjoys the series. And I don’t begrudge that Mormon housewife. Get down with your bad, not-getting-down self, lady. But what I don’t and will probably never understand is the phenomena that is “Twilight.” OK, sure, it’s the star-crossed Romeo & Juliet story told with vampires and without the unfortunate drinking of poison or stabbing of one’s bosoms. But I guess what I really want to know is, um, why? Why this vampire story? Why this fangmance?

And, more importantly, why not “Buffy the Vampire Slayer?” Sure, Buffy had its fans – its wonderful, loyal, equally-crazed fans. But Buffy was always more of a cult show; a series enjoyed by those in the know. And, clearly, David Boreanaz is dreamy and all, but I don’t think his mere presence caused 13-year-old girls to practically self-immolate in a firestorm of squeals. I mean, the show was on the WB (back when they had a frog as a logo) and the UPN (back when, well, when UPN existed) for God’s sake! Perhaps (and very likely) I’m just in the wrong demographic to understand. Though, I’ve seen more than a few of my female married-with-children co-workers toting around the books slavishly. So, to make a long, rambling questioning of the universe somewhat shorter:

What does this have?That this doesn’t?

Oh, and just for the record, Buffy would totally, totally have kicked Edward’s ass. No contest. End of story. Seriously, put a stake in it.

p.s. Buffy also had Willow. Nerdy. Lesbian. Witch. Enough said.

Monday, 22 June 2009

Suck it, Monday

I know I should wait until Thursday, I know I should. I mean, if Tilda Swinton isn’t the living, breathing embodiment of Gender Fuck Thursday, then the words have no meaning to me anymore. But, sometimes you need a little of Thursday (or even Wednesday or on those most terrible of weeks Tuesday) on Monday. Granted, it would be greedy to wish for a Friday on Monday. But, what the hell, I’m a greedy fucking bastard. You know what else I’m greedy about? Beautiful women being beautiful. And, for the photo snob in me, it helps it they’re being beautiful in black and white. See? Greedy.

Old School TildaIf I was that horse, I’d lick her, too.

Marion CotillardBoy may not, but this girl definitely makes passes at girls who wear glasses.

Helen MirrenNever mind that other Lady, meet Dame Gaga.

Cate BlanchettMaking a joyful noise never looked so joyful.

Rachel WeiszI’ll let you know when I regain the ability to speak…

Pam GrierWhen all else fails, just beat the shit out of Monday until it complies.

Sunday, 21 June 2009

MODEL PROFILES: Ali Stephens


Just when you think you have fashion all figured out, it has a habit of going and changing on you. It’s all part of its charm.

For the past two years, the high fliers of the modelling industry have been faces who pack a punch. Edgy, confrontational and even controversial, these faces are unforgettable and dynamic.
They lend an age of cool to any designers’ clothes, and it is their personality, rather than versatility, that sells. But fashion operates in cycles (or seasons if you prefer), and every face has a shelf-life.

In March 2007, a teenage girl from Utah was discovered by an agency scout whilst out shopping with her family. Six months later, Ali Stephens (now signed with Elite) made her debut at the Spring / Summer Prada show in Milan. To put it into perspective, it is the equivalent of winning an Oscar for your first film role.

Stephens was an instant hit, and a very new look for the industry. She was 16 years old, tall, lean and classically beautiful.

Previously, Ali (born in Salt Lake City in 1991), who had spent all of her energies in winning cross-country competitions for her school, and thinking about which college to apply to, found herself, after a chance encounter at a mall, at the epicentre of a fashion frenzy.

Designers were immediately struck by Stephens’ fresh-faced look and clamoured to sign her up for shows. Just two years on from being discovered, Ali can now claim Chanel, Balenciaga, Givenchy, Louis Vuitton, Nina Ricci and Miu Miu among her catwalk credits. Appropriately for a runner, Ali Stephens has taken the fashion world at phenomenal speed.

Using her skills as a cross-country champion, Stephens learned the ropes quickly and overtook her competitors. She now excels – the girl who was once a self-confessed fashion novice now cites Balmain and Alexander Wang as her favourite designers. Knowing the industry is vital for succeeding in it, and an important lesson Ali learned fast. Fashion-literacy is something no model can afford to be without.

Ali’s popularity among designers is attributable to her versatile look. Rolling out high-profile campaigns for design houses as prestigious as Calvin Klein, Chloe, Missoni and Prada Sport, shows that Ali’s strength is moulding her image to whatever the brand requires. It is Modelling 101, but perversely, the hardest principle to master with any degree of success. To be truly versatile is not just down to genetic blessings (although it doesn’t hurt), it goes hand-in-hand with hard work: perseverance and listening to what a client wants. Ali makes every campaign shoot work because she is believable and equally convincing in each ‘role’.

That dedication to getting it right is why she gets re-booked time after time. Ali is part of a wave of models that team edge with effortless beauty to embody the best of both worlds. Ali Stephens is the Classic American who outperforms them all – she taps into the aesthetic of clean-cut, all-American girl who is transformed by a gown or a pair of sunglasses into something entirely new.
It is this transformative effect, the tomboy-to-fashion-princess moment that is at the core of what makes fashion compelling. Fashion, when it’s right, can change the way we feel about ourselves, and that transition spells magic.

For the industry now struggling to maintain consumer interest, it is this pull that keeps costumers coming back for more. The addictive quality of ‘who can I be today?’ is hard to beat, even in tough times like these.

Stephens’ ability to shift from dreamy-eyed ingĂ©nue to Label Mabel shows that her career is secure. She can adapt herself to any trend, past, present or future.

When fashion refers to the term ‘All-American’, it conjures up images of bronzed skin, athletic build and frankly excellent teeth. It is bold, winning and practically impossible to resist. Chalk it up to the current wave of nostalgia for the quietly-assured sophistication of models like Christy Turlington (who herself is experiencing a career second act at the moment), or the fact that America finally has everyone on-side again for the first time in nearly a decade, but the popularity of girls like Ali Stephens is not by chance.

Ali’s look harks back to the classic American model, very much of value during the late Eighties and early Nineties. A girl like Ali sells product not by shock value, but providing a timely reminder that fashion is about making women feel beautiful. There is something to be said for a model that is not a trend-setter, but a trend-interpreter. She shows us how it can be done, and this, going beyond all the hype and window-dressing, is what designers crave most of all.

By using aspirational models like Stephens and Turlington, fashion is tapping into the desire to create, not compromise. No-one feels threatened or offended by the Turlington-brand of beauty: it creates desire in male consumers, but does not alienate the woman looking to make a luxury purchase. For any client, this is a win-win situation, which explains why this look keeps reappearing with every new generation of models. In selling terms, Stephens’ look is both reliable and consistent in achieving sales, and that is something everybody wants.

If she wants, Ali can have a career as long-lived as Christy Turlington and Erin Wasson. Whatever else is happening in fashion, this type of look will always be in favour, and therefore, in demand. Stephens’ career, already well-starred, will sprint ahead over the next five years, while other, more ‘of the moment’ faces may stall as the whims of fashion change against them.

From fashion-unknown to the top of everybody’s ‘must have’ list within the space of two years, Stephens has proved herself the ready successor to Turlington. Her success is down to more than good timing, or plain good luck. With her willingness to learn, and learn fast, Ali Stephens is part of a generation of girls who are smart, timeless and headed straight for the top.

HELEN TOPE

Friday, 19 June 2009

My Weekend Crush

I love smart gals. I love funny gals. And I really love wicked gals. So when you find a wickedly smart, funny gal, well, swoon. Ana Marie Cox is all three served up with the best smirk in the business. The snarky journalist extraordinaire, political junkie and frequent Rachel Maddow flirter contributor has brought a refreshingly bold brand of reporting to the political arena. Equal parts policy, personality, passion and pubescent delight in sex jokes, Ana Marie is the kind of gal you’d love to have a beer, or six, with. She is unfailingly witty, unquestionably knowledgeable and unexpectedly fluent in the language of LOLcats. The former Wonkette editor made her bones in new media and continually connects with her audience through her blog, Twitter account and accompanying Twitpic stream. The Air America correspondent also writes for The Daily Beast and just started as a contributing editor and political columnist at Playboy.

Ana Marie is a pioneer in the new journalism that turns the messenger into a person, not just a byline. Sure, I don’t think Edward R. Murrow would have ever updated his viewers on his pants status or bed head situation. But in this age of the overshare, we want to make personal connections with even our news media. You don’t have to like a reporter to trust that what she tells you is true, but it also doesn’t hurt. And there is so much to like about Ana Marie. Her love of making Rachel blush. Her soft spot for all creatures great and small. Her proper employment of the term ZOMG. Her propensity for posting pictures of herself in bed all rumpled and delicious (for the love of ginger, click those). And her hair, her seriously lesbian hair. Oh, Ana Marie. If you were a gay lady, you’d give Rachel a run for her money with the lesbians. As is, you’re already getting us all to read Playboy “for the articles.” Happy weekend, all.

Thursday, 18 June 2009

Don’t stop...

Alright. So, I’m not even going to set this up. I’m just going to let you hit play, wait 4 minutes and 15 seconds and then we’ll discuss. The only thing I will tell you is that there will be Journey, so headphones on if you’re around people opposed to rocking out.


Sooooooo. Yeah. That was. Yeah. I really have no idea whether I’m more amused or bemused by Ellen Page, singer Har Mar Superstar and “Whip It” co-star Alia Shawkat getting their Journey on. The video, unearthed by Ellen Page Online [Hat tip, Hellsturner!], is dedicated to Ellen’s mom, Martha Philpotts. I have no idea its significance beyond that. Maybe Martha has a thing for arena rock anthems. Or possibly she loves “Glee.” But I will say it warms the cockles of my heart to know that even a precociously-talented, Oscar-nominated actress can be afflicted with the horror of bad video and crappy audio.

My other take-away from those 255 seconds of endearingly odd off-key emoting is that Ellen Page is just the gayest cutest thing ever. Sure, I could have done with a little (OK, a lot) less of Har Mar’s naked torso. Still I discovered I’ll sit through a lot to see Ms. Page do push-ups and lean against a wall all Jordan Catalano-like.

Also, dude, what is up with all the “Don’t Stop Believin’” love of late? I mean, sure, you can play a wicked air guitar to the number and all, but this is getting ridiculous.


So, of course, this begs the question: Which recent rendition fills you with more (yes, I’m going to say it) glee?
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