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Holly K, winner of Make Me a Supermodel, a much more legit modeling show than Ty-Ty's ratings juggenaut, has work! Here she is in Barbara Tfank's resort 09 show. Sadly, she looks more deer in headlights than doe eyed ingenue. There is a palpable stiffness in her poses and it is unnerving that she is looking directly at the viewer. Another newish face from NY Models, who has quite the stable of long necked girls, is Anna Iaryn who you can compare La Holly above. Both girls are wearing similar outfits with fairly similar poses, but their countenance/vibe is totally different. Am I doubting that Holly is beyond gorgeous? No way. I am also really glad to see her getting work. I however am more put off by Tfank's layout, choice of pose/face direction, and huge visual contrast in their two resort models which does not put Holly in the most flattering light. Also, the clothes age her tremendously. She should glide over to ADAM or Phillip Lim for better images for her portfolio.
Karl Lagerfeld is designing homes on Dubai's Isla Moda. Yes, you read that correctly, FASHION ISLANDDDDD. Apparently, the isle will have a concierge service to bring you all of your couture and (sniff) r-t-w needs as well as home furnishings if you simply cannot be bothered to fetch them yourself. I am speculating that every item on fashion island will be branded, visibly, in some way. perhaps instead of maps and roadsigns they will have photos of Agyness Deyn pointing the way to the island that is shaped like the globe. Photos shot by Mario Testino, natch. Now, I am all for the seven deadly, but this seems to be indulging them to excess. Also, for as consumptive as fashion inherently is, do the surrounding U. Arab-Emirate areas condone this hedonism? Could all the money being funneled into Dubai be used for, I don't know, something OTHER THAN FASHION ISLAND? As much as I love fashion and design, I would never, ever go to fashion island. I would avoid it with nearly the same vehemence as I do the, Kerouac Kafe. (yes that is a real place, yes they spelled cafe with a K, yes they have free wifi, and probably someone to proof read your ground breaking coming of age novelette) I have a feeling that when the rest of the nations cause the earth to essentially explode, Dubai will just separate itself from the rest of the planet and set itself into orbit. I am sure it's residents have that kind of capital.
NYT reviews the new Jil Sander store on Howard st and I am PINING my evening away wishing I were there. Much like the Marni store on Mercer, the Jil Sander store is clean, clinical, chilly, and reflective. It also possesses the same breed of gentle, accommodating staff. There is nothing I enjoy, or respect, more than genuine, kind sales staff especially in high end stores. In every fancy-pants-y store I have stepped into, ones with actual runway shows and often fragrances to their name, I have been welcomed and more often than not offered tea or a light snack.Am I a gajillionarie, no, but with today's increasingly youthful billionairesses and starlets no one is the wiser that I, perhaps, am most likely clad in Cheap Monday and American Apparel instead of Chanel and Alaia. Though, I like to think, especially since I have spent time in their shoes, that they really do want to bring warmth and a helping hand to what can be an intimidating situation. There is a big difference between being confident about your product and being self-righteous about it. One leads to confident users, the other to scorned shoppers who will probably egg your fixed gear bike/vespa while you are on a smoke break.
This fine FIT studying fellow lists interest as 'like clothes. all the time', using 'frenglish' like the oh so nouveux fashion appropriated word 'outre', and using abbreviated fashion speak. Oh, you blue collar proles are unaware what I mean? Let me school you. Mssr. Kane here refers to illuminated designers by their first names, surely he and Karl have sat down and had an intimate lunch of non-food, dreamily staring into each others eyes, and pushing their 400 ipods around the cafe table. He also is far too harried to say such lengthly phrases as Conde Nast, so he abbreviates it to 4TS, that is the location of the building, he has probably been there and wants you to know this. Do not fret! He is just like you and me! He, charitably, only thinks about clothes for others, not himself. When dressing he only does so to clothe himself, though judging by the photo, NYmag left out 'only to clothe myself...like a deleted extra from the chinese dvd$1bootleg copy of Fast Times at Ridgemont High'. It's no small wonder that FIT continually accepts and displays to the public such fine, grateful, and obviously entitled humans, to brighten our dreary casual-sportswear-garbed lives.
Chances are if your mother, neighbor, cousin, cousin's drunk social worker, creepy guy down the hall, or any other random stranger tells you that you should be a model, you really have no qualifications for that position. Maybe even less than zero qualifications. Models are not normal people and more often than not come from far away, moderately impoverished countries. Models are not really DISCOVERED on television competition shows or myspace or facebook or any other marketing tool that wants you to funnel your money and time into this generations pipe dream of micro-fame. In true American style, we import our fashion models for what could be termed as one of the most consumable industries. We love our Dutch, and Slavic models so much that there is a push to change the classification of their work visas so that more of these doe-eyed 15 year olds can live in cramped apartments and hope for a lucrative cosmetics campaign. Even our own citizens hope that minimal effort will result their tiny star being launched into orbit shortly before they burn out or implode on themselves. CNN gives Gramps a good run-down of exactly what micro-fame is and how it relates to the increasingly delusional millennial belief that everyone can be a star, you just have to convince others of your importance instead of actually cultivating marketable skills. So, these individuals lope along with their Warhol screen print tote bags purchased from Urban Outfitters, unaware that they are a walking mind fuck for anyone who can read something outside of image tags and friend requests. Maybe they listened a little too hard when their boomer generation parents told them that they can be whatever they set their mind to and that no one can hold them back from their true dreams of pop notoriety. How will our already crippled economy fare with the upcoming working class, dreaming that they can 'just do it' and that no one understands their true vision to be a multi-bajilionaire athlete, designer, musician, model, whatever? Epic fail for all involved is the most likely outcome. That is unless your life goal is to exploit the micro-fame delusions of American youth, perhaps with a tv show called 'I love Money', that's a better cash cow.
Ruslana Korshunova, 20, graced the covers of European Vogue editorials and was runway model for such designers as Jil Stuart, Betsey Johnson, and Libertine. She also jumped out of the 9th floor window of her Financial District loft to her death yesterday afternoon. By-standers commented that the sound of her death sounded like a gunshot or small explosion. Her death has been listed as a suicide as of right now since there were no signs of struggle in her apartment and the construction safety netting that surrounded her balcony (repairs were being made to the structure) had been cut. She was represented by IMG and New York models both of which are declining to comment on the situation as is the board president of the late-model's condo. I wont place bets on what her real cause of death may have been, but I sense a sad, sad, mystery about to unfold...that is if anyone chooses to investigate for any wrong doing. Like most models, Ruslana was working to send money home to help support her family who live in Kazakhstan.
Update: modelslips via jezebel gives really thoughtful insight into this situation
