Today is kind of a milestone of mine, because it's my one year anniversary at Jossip HQ. I started out as an intern over at Jossip.com for a few months before being moved over to Mollygood full-time, so it's not my real first anniversary yet, but I'm sentimental and celebrate anytime I can. I remember showing up at what I have dubbed The Tiniest Starbucks In The World across the street from Bryant Park to interview for the internship and staring across out the window at all of the celebrities and models (and Nigel Barker!). I hadn't a clue I would be there a year later, which is what made this Fashion Week exciting for me. CONTINUED »
The Republicans are right: These goddamn celebrities just will not leave politics alone and go be celebrities! Look at this frickin' Alaskan governor, for instance, prancing about the pages of Vogue in ridiculously expensive winter wear. Is she for real? Earth to governor: You're a politician, lady, not Cindy Crawford!
See, this is exactly why I'm voting for McCain. Because he has made it well known that he is sick and tired of this horseshit. He's ready to take a stand against the ridiculous, flashy dog-and-pony show politics has…wait, what? What? Oh, for fuck's sake.
One more after the jump.
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Later this fall, when the sales data for Vogue's September issue is available, we might all have a good laugh about how terrible it did on the newsstand because Anna Wintour put Keira Knightley on the cover, even though when she appeared on the magazine last June, it was among the year's worst-sellers (405k newsstand). To be fair, Knightley was seen dressing an elephant in Louis Vuitton.
Remember that Vogue-King Kong controversy that ambushed the media chattering classes back in March? Anna Wintour and Annie Leibovitz were gouged by politically correct knives for repeating a racist and stereotypical image of King Kong and a lady of liberty, making cover star LeBron James look like a screaming ape next to a helpless (though smiling!) Gisele Bundchen. Now that the dust has settled, it's time to look at how Americans at large viewed the issue. In a word, poorly.
Suddenly, after several years of being at the bottom of the fashion heap, black models are back on top. In a big way. Not only are they exclusively populating the pages of this month’s super-hyped Vogue Italia, Wintour & Co. also begrudgingly gave them some attention. At Milan’s Men’s Fashion Week, the designers of Dsquared used a group of models, led by Tyson Beckford, made up almost entirely of black men. And rumor has it that Lanvin’s show next week has an “all-ethnic lineup.”
Last night, a handful of celebrities who seemingly had nothing in common gathered to honor — what else? — fragrance. The Fifi Awards, known as the Oscars of the fragrance industry, honored such achievements as best packaging and presented Vera Wang with a hall of fame award. But the real show was on the red carpet, where everyone's favorite D-listers (think Danity Kane and Minka Kelly) gathered to have their pictures taken and answer such hard-hitting questions as, "What are you wearing?" CONTINUED »
Here’s a World War I enlistment poster (via) from 1917, famous from its era, that encouraged men to sign up with the army to fight the German enemy. (Interestingly, the Germans found it so convincing, they Nazis used the same concept for their own World War II poster.)
It’s hard to imagine Wintour or Leibovitz, or their staffs, in all their years studying photos and imagery, never came across this poster, or understood its racial ramifications with the ape carrying the helpless Lady Liberty.
The all-important Vogue, star of The Devil Wears Prada and Ugly Betty, is in hot water with the pro-life movement for featuring a fashion shoot and interview with Lori Campbell, a woman who once had a partial-birth abortion. The laugh a minute evangelists are outraged at Campbell's decision, despite a doctor's assurance that her fetus had no chance at survival. The marriage of difficult personal issues and high-fashion has the pro-lifers even angrier (and for all the wrong reasons).
Campbell was clad in high fashion in a picture alongside her story about being "advised by her doctors to have an abortion 22 weeks into her pregnancy after being told the baby would not survive." One blogger complained, "The gruesome procedure of partial-birth abortion has been given a style makeover by the world's most influential fashion magazine."
Boy do we hate to take Vogue's side on anything, but you leave us no choice, psychos. Thanks a lot.
BUT HE'S DEAD "Naomi Campbell has officially found a new vocation: as an investigative journalist. Having been granted an audience with Hugo Chavez in October for a piece in GQ, the magazine's editor…has revealed he has a whole host of political firebrands in line for the supermodel to grill. Next up? Fidel Castro."
We've given wealthy corporations rap, punk rock, Johnny Cash, skateboarding, New York, Los Angeles, San Francisco, lobster, graffiti and jeans—can't we keep cowboy for us? Seeing Hermès scarves on the ranch just ain't right.
After the jump, more from Charlize Theron's new Vogue shoot.
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"I've never been on the cover of British Vogue and I've asked a million times and they've always refused me," bemoaned Naomi Campbell at Friday's Blacks in Fashion event, during which important blacks in the world of fashion gathered to decry the racism plaguing the industry. And there probably is some. Just not necessarily at British Vogue, which has actually hired Naomi Campbell to model on their cover eight times in the past 20 years. Campbell has since said, instead of British Vogue, she meant to say National Socialist.
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There's not a single human feature more skeletal and yet more highly coveted than prominent cheekbones. People are disgusted if ribs or elbows linger too close to the surface of the skin, but if you've two protruding juts on either side of your face, morons everywhere point and longingly ask, "Are you part Indian?" What gives?
And right after Redbook's unfortunate stance on the liberal use of Photoshop was exposed, we have this Vogue coverWinona Ryder, which looks almost Kinkade-ian with its Vaseline-lensed glow. The hell with yoga. The real secret to "Skintight Dresses at 50" is a highly caffeinated graphic designer.
Winona looking real, pretty and slightly similar to Anne Hathaway, after the jump.
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