Showing posts with label Linda Evangelista. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Linda Evangelista. Show all posts
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
T...W...Heeeeeeeeeeeey!
T magazine editor, Stefano Tonchi is moving up in the alphabet, or down depending on how you read it, to edit W. Though we -- nor anyone, really -- have never paid much attention to the T. Aside from a Julianne Moore poke her face,that is.
But W! W has been a favorite of we AnA girls since...well, we were little AnA boys. They have featured some of our favorite editorials ever. Brad and Angie giving Aniston the middle finger. Naomi giving the world the middle finger. And more recently, Linda Evangelista giving the recession the middle finger.
Tonchi claims he wants to make the mag more "accessible" (so vague, or rather Vogue of a word) and "more of a general-interest style magazine, and less of a fashion-obsessed publication."
Kill me.
Who cares about accessibility (besides Si Newhouse of course)? W is the high fashion (more or less) equivalent of American Vogue. Sparring hunch to hunch, exposed nip to exposed nip with the far superior European oversized titles.
Not to mention, W is one of the few American mags that still puts models on its covers...
An end of yet another fashion era? Perhaps. I don't like to jump to conclusions, unless said conclusions include an open bar, so we'll see what Tonchi has in store. Expectations, though, are admittedly low.
Friday, October 16, 2009
Note to Self: Renew W Subscription
Linda.
Say it softly and it’s almost like praying. Dame Evangelista takes on Biblical proportions in November’s W. Allegedly, it’s their Art Issue, but as soon as I saw Linda on the cover – an 80s throwback-side-sweep of a bob, looking matronly and wholly appropriate (in front of the AnA ladies alma mater, no less) – the picture of nouveau financial ruin, I knew what I wanted.
All of this, brilliantly done by Maurizio Cattelan:
Arched and aloof, a coquette in the henhouse
I'm seeing a mouse, I'm seeing an envelope and I'm losing interest, save for that sly look on that mouse's puss
Nothing says America like clogged arteries and Salmonella...except maybe religious fanaticism...
Oh. Here we are. The picture of pert, poised, Papal plasticity
I doubt what good a few "Hail Lindas" will do, unless you're in need of a holy tantrum, but I'll throw a few in after my nightly prayer to Naomi...I expect to put my assistant in the hospital by the end of the weekend.
Say it softly and it’s almost like praying. Dame Evangelista takes on Biblical proportions in November’s W. Allegedly, it’s their Art Issue, but as soon as I saw Linda on the cover – an 80s throwback-side-sweep of a bob, looking matronly and wholly appropriate (in front of the AnA ladies alma mater, no less) – the picture of nouveau financial ruin, I knew what I wanted.
All of this, brilliantly done by Maurizio Cattelan:





Labels:
Eating and Not Eating,
Linda Evangelista,
Ms. Ross,
W
Monday, May 4, 2009
Smell Like Naomi Akimbo
Via our friends at WWD... previews of the new D&G fragrance advertisements. Supermodels of both genders giving face and skin. Except for Naomi, of a unique gender of her own and clothed in the shadows of her cheekbones. You better be at the MET gala! And all the girls are wearing short skirts so we can't wait for those gams to come out, it's been too long!
Labels:
by Dolly,
D and G,
fragrance,
Linda Evangelista,
Naomi
Friday, June 20, 2008
Sasha What?
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