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Musing: Pretty Boys

In Men, model, musing on July 24, 2011 at 6:28 pm


Jaco van den Hoven via Models.com

After looking at countless pictures of supple skin, piercing eyes and the underdeveloped bodies of young Adonis’, I had to ask myself a serious question: does being attracted to guys that look like girls make a lesbian?

Ever since the Andrej Pejic craze, androgynous men are the rave. And it could be a retaliation to the Freja Beha Erichsen’s of the modelling world who are have more than their fair share of 15 minutes. Shoot, I was attracted to her too. And yes, it is fascinating being intrigued by women who could either or (a guy or girl), ultimately for me, when I strip it down (pun intended) the one with the additional parts wins (and I don’t mean artificial insemination).

But I wonder if it’s attracting anymore than it is bafflement. There is something really intriguing about these man-girls hitting the modelling scene. And while I consider Andrej to be the extreme, I do find pretty guys to be sexy in a precarious way. It might be a bit unrealistic in the ‘real’ world, but it’s quite an interesting concept in fashion.

When they’re young, as these young lads I’m gushing over, they remind of Leonardo DiCaprio’s deceitful innocent. Yes, he did have that je ne sais quoi once upon a time. And no, I don’t know him personally, but from what I see, he’s turned out to be the quintessential alpha male despite those enchanting blue eyes. Yeah, actually, I think, because of how their looks, they can get away with burning down a building. Looks can definitely be deceiving.

As for questioning my sexuality, I don’t know. While I do thoroughly enjoy looking at women, I love them, I think I’m just attracted to pretty faces, and that’s where it ends. It’s all pretty much a superficial admiration for nice eyes and, I suppose, porcelain skin. Ultimately what always gets me manly men, because I’m a man’s girl. I’m attracted to hunters, and I can’t really imagine beautiful boys being any more self-sufficient than myself. But then again, there I go underestimating them once again…

See more of my favourite ‘pretty’ boys on my TUMBLR.

Musing: Paolo Roldan

In Canadian, Fashion, Men, model, style on June 5, 2011 at 6:08 pm


There’s a difference between fixation and fascination. Doing what I do, and my naturally investigative nature, I have been fortunate to meet people that have contributed to my experiences in one way or another. Good and bad. I have met people from YouTube , Facebook, MySpace, or simply walked into a room realising I had to know THAT person for whatever reason. My opportunistic instinct would kick in and my mind floods with ideas. It’s like a rush. And I transform from a meek figure on the sidelines to a Journalist with a purpose. In this case, with Paolo Roldan a Canadian model, it was a gradual progression.

I befriended another male model many moons ago named Ali. I was a volunteer at a fundraiser for M-A-C called Fashion Cares. As Ali walked by my friend and I, the top half of his body painted in glitter, my friend made a flirtatious gesture. He was sweet about it, and hung out with us for the rest of the night. Ali, who was from Pakistan, resided in Denmark. He was trying the Toronto fashion scene out and didn’t have much friends. But he was an Adonis: smooth toffee coloured skin, and full heart-shaped lips. He seemed somewhat precocious and a bit naive. I kept in touch with Ali, hung out a few times. A first impression would have you believing Ali was cocky, but in actuality, he was one of the sweetest people anyone could know.

I came home one day and checked my voicemail. Ali was moving back to Denmark. He thanked me for ‘everything I did for him’ which really wasn’t much. I never heard from, or saw him again, but sometimes I wonder how he is doing.


When I met Paolo, I felt got the same feeling I had with Ali. A lot of the time, you would expect an egotistical attitude from models. Particularly men. I’m sure Paolo has his moments, but I am not the giddy type. And I had my eye on Paolo. I had seen him twice before. But I had no idea who he was until someone told me. I didn’t pay much attention to it until I came across a profile on him in a publication. I used him once before. But he reappeared in my life in the knick of time. There was something I needed to accomplish before I moved back to the UK and Paolo was the missing link. I needed him. I had to act fast.

After having a proper conversation with him, I was fascinated by the things I automatically assumed he would know but didn’t, things I learned from him, and human perceptions. I always knew my niche within the industry, but this experience confirmed it. I have made Paolo my un-official muse though he’s not aware of it.


I do not know anything about Paolo. I don’t I want to know him either. He has served his purpose as someone who brought me closer to a brand, Givenchy, I hold very close to me. During our interview, my head was in the clouds by the fact that there I was, a few days before permanently leaving the country, with this person who creates fantasies for a brand I magnify. He was my subject of a story for a leading post-punk magazine I dreamed of writing for called i-D. When things like this happen, it has a profound effect on your reality.


Now, in London, during the Central Saint Martins graduate show, I stole a quick minute with another fashion designer I spoke about endlessly for another dream magazine, Christopher Kane. Then, I walked right up to the honorable Hilary Alexander and introduced myself. I have chatted up with Giles Deacon, fashion maven of a generation. I can’t begin to imagine what else is in store. Sometimes certain things happen, like my moment with Paolo, that are precursors for what things may come.

Shout out to Paolo Azarraga for providing the images.

See more of Paolo Roldan on my TUMBLR.

Christian Dior Denim Flow part II

In culture, Global Musing, model, music on February 4, 2011 at 8:08 pm

It seems the initial point I tried to illustrate with my last post has been validated. The poor lustrous Adonis’  I dedicated Kanye’s “Christian Dior Denim Flow” to were left on the casting couch. And yet ,I can’t help but think the lovely Venus’ West really made the song for, will appeal to you all.

But, who am I to complain? I just really like the song.

So here we go – yet again.

“Christian Dior Denim Flow”

Kanye West (Feat. John Legend, KiD CuDi, Pusha T, Ryan Leslie and Lloyd Banks)

Press Play

“I got the world in my hands, the master plan.
But I don’t know why I keep calling
Why I keep, all of these girls at my shows
They lovin’ me. But I don’t know why
I keep calling,
why I keep calling you.”


Amber Rose via Synamatiq

“All the models to the floor right now.
All the models to the floor right now.”


Naomi Campbell, Linda Evangelista, Tatjana Patitz, Christy Turlington and Cindy Crawford shot by Peter Lindbergh via Contra

“WHAT!”

“HUH?”

“All the models to the floor right now.
All the models to the floor right now”

Helena Christensen, Claudia Schiffer and Eva Herzigova cover i-D magazine via Style Frizz

“I’m in my Christian Dior with a Veronica Webb”

via BOP My Space

“Noémie Lenoir”

via Rudy Waks

“Chanel (Iman)”

via BET

“Sessilee Lopez”

via The Vogue Society

“Arlenis Sosa”

via Anne of Carversville

“Selita Ebanks”

via Esquire

“If you work with my people, speak that Jourdan Dunn language.”

via Sachin bhola

“Make a phone call, out to Joan Smalls.”

via Krave

“I wonder how it feel to lower (Lara) Stone’s walls.”

Fashion Model Directory

“Jessica Gomes, y’all, I would damage her.”

via chebelledonne.posterous.com

“And see if Jessica Stam got the stamina.”

via is this real life 2

“I’m in the car with Leo (DiCaprio) and the Benz swerve.
I heard Bar (Refaeli)

via Wzz Dirt

was friends with Esti Ginzburg.”

via Listal

“Coco Rocha”

via In Out Star

“Kate Mimosa (Moss)”

via Fan pop

“Alessandra Ambrosio”

via distraktion

“Anja Rubik”

via hotel de mode

“Get Olga… Kurylenko

via magxone
“tell her I’m very single.”

“Abbey Lee, too.”

via style crave

“I’m a freak boo.”

“I’m wildin’. I’m on a thousand.
I wanna see Irina Shayk

via magxone

next to Doutzen (Kroes).”

via nomadtwoworlds

Christian Dior Denim Flow

In Fashion, Fashion Heat, Good Look, Men, model on February 1, 2011 at 7:58 pm

With the exception is Wendell Lissimore and Sean O’Pry, you won’t catch me profiling a lot of models on this blog. But I’ve got i-D to thank for this one. Female models are all the rage, while their male counterparts get left behind. It’s funny, because in the latest issue, starring Kanye West – what a coincidence, the magazine’s fashion features editor Charlie Porter laments about the lack of support for young male designers in retail spaces. I say, the models have it just as hard as the clothes they model. Unless you’re the queen of androgyny – like Andrej Pejic, your career as a male model with longevity in this business is limited. that’s why so many of them transition into film and fashion design.

That said, this Christian Dior Denim Flow goes to these lovelies  – or, should I say, these modern day Adonis’ – gracing the catwalk. Stalking you isn’t my forte (save that for the average Joes I waste my time one), but you’re not in it alone. Maybe I’ll team up with Yeezy and create a remix… wink.

Kanye West (Feat. John Legend, KiD CuDi, Pusha T, Ryan Leslie & Lloyd Banks)
Press Play

“I got the World in my hands, the master plan
but I don’t know why I keep calling”

Andrej Pejic (represented by: DNA, I love Models, New Madison Paris) via TFS

“Why I keep all of these girls at my shows
they loving me. But I don’t know why I keep calling,
why I keep calling you.”

Marlon Teixeira (represented by: Fashion Milano, Kult, Wilhelmina) via The Fashionisto

“All the models to the floor right now,
All the models to the floor right now.”

WHAT!

HUH?

Harry (AMCK Models) via Daniel Sutka

“I’m in my Christian Dior with a Veronica Webb
Noemie Lenoir, Chanel, Sessilee Lopez
Arlenis Sosa, Selita Ebanks
If you work with my people, speak that Jourdan Dunn language”

 

Francisco Lachowski (represented by Ford, Nevs, Scoop, Whynot Models)  via Fanpop

“Make a phone call, out to Joan Smalls
I wonder how it feel to lower (Lara) Stone’s walls
Jessica Gomes, yall, I would damage her
And see if Jessica Stam got the stamina.”

Ross Crawford (represented by Models 1) via Lucy Carr Ellison

“I’m in the car with Leo and the Benz swerve
I heard Bar was friends with Esti Ginzburg
Coco Rocha, Kate Mimosa”
Alessandra Ambrosia, Anja Rubik”

Simon Nessman (represented by I love Models, Kult, Mode Models International) via The Fashionisto

 

“Get Olga, Kurylenko, tell her I’m very single
Abbey Lee too. I’m a freak boo.”

Matt Trethe  (represented by Select Model Management) via The Fashionisto

“I’m wildin’. I’m on a thousand
I wanna see Irina Shayk next to Doutzen.”

 

Musing: Freja Beha Erichsen

In Fashion Heat, Good Look, Icon, In the Know, model on August 10, 2010 at 9:39 pm

When British Vogue’s Sarah Harris asked supermodel Freja Beha Erichsen how she spent her first pay cheque, the Danish beauty jokingly claimed that she “ blew it all on strippers and cars.” Joke?

No matter. Erichsen is the girl/boy wonder stirring envy among guys, and collecting serious lust points from girls. Much like her predecessor Gia Carangi, this girl is hot, hot heat for putting the rock star back on the runway. There’s a debate, though – she’s thin. Probably too thin. But it’s not her fault, she’s just molded this way. And she’s handsomely pretty. The fashion world and beyond could easily build a Bieber fascination with her. She’s a “woman crush” – with the exception of her boyish sensibility. Who are we kidding, it’s because of it. She’s started a haircut craze, too. Unlike the androgynous Tilda Swinton who is sculpted with curves, Erichsen is as “toothpick” as they come. In a movie, she could be a he playing a she.  And she looks vulnerable. That bad boy/girl chicks aim to tame. (Hmmm, once again, Gia Carangi anyone?)

Erichsen has admitted to wanting a family someday. Probably true. But I doubt it will be conventional. And there’s no time to think about that anyway – she’s having too much fun at the moment. (Despite a drink,  smoke and club-free diet. Well, she’s having fun somehow I’m sure.)

So, OK, Freja. Let us not have any of those tragic lives in our lifetime, all right? You’re fun. You may be a bit lame in the flesh – I don’t know – but you’re a symbolism of a bourgeois rebellion that is keeping fashion interesting. We’re experiencing a grunge/punk resurgence, and that’s you. You weren’t just “plucked”, your trajectory is as strategic the marketing campaign for a Chanel fragrance. Your scent is unique. It’s divine. The top note is husky at first smell; but when you get to the base note – it’s a bed of heavenly petals.

Musing: Veruschka

In culture, Fashion, Fashion Heat, Good Look, Icon, London, model, Rouse on March 22, 2010 at 3:46 am

Art. Veruschka. This supermodel of the `60s is most remembered as the girl who transformed into a human canvass. She had a short but memorable fashion career. She was long, and blonde, and she saved Vogue. How many covers did she do… 10, maybe 12? She and Mrs. Vreeland pushed both magazine, and modeling industry during a time when beehives and pearls were still on the fashion plate.

 Men and women crooned over Paulina Porizkova’s body. Cindy Crawford’s titillations became a world-wide brand, but if it weren’t for Veruschka, I doubt sexuality could have  merged with high-fashion like this. In Michael Gross’ book Model, she said she forged her career when nobody wanted to work with her. She wore all black to go-sees,  and facilitated the creativity of her photo shoots. What I remember most, was that she was wrapped in miles and miles of Dynel. She swam in it. The blonde synthetic hair  became her signature. It doesn’t take rocket science, she worked with the top of fashion lot. Richard Avedon, Peter Beard. At the very top she earned 10,000 a day and appeared in the Michelangelo Antonioni’s Blow Up. But I couldn’t help but feel that even though she was the most memorable model of her time, she was also the most underrated. 

When her flame started to fade, she camouflaged into stones. She camoflaged into swaps. She camouflaged into everything. She became art, and art became her.  Shes allowed herself to age. She has wrinkles, but she’s still graceful. That never really goes away.

Musing: Donyale Luna

In culture, Fashion, Good Look, Hidden Gem, history, Icon, Legend, model, New York, Oddly Unique on March 22, 2010 at 1:07 am

Donyale Luna’s best asset was her body. Endless, lanky and hovering at 5″ 10 1/2 (she was exaggerated to be 6″2) with  looks beyond the small-time Michigan, Detroit, photographer David McCabe caught her leaving an audition and snatched her up. Heading to New York to model,  the Big Apple was the scene to thrust her into supermodeldom, but it also destroyed her  spirit and ultimately took her life.

Adorning blue, green, violet and purple contacts with five different wigs – some of them blond, her groovy attitude towards her ethnicity gave many the impression that she was insecure about her blackness.  It was noted that the freckle-faced beauty was half-mexican. Who knows! But imagine going for a breakfast in a London restaurant  with Mia Farrow at 5Am and being ask to leave for no apparent reason. Let alone being referred to as a “pretty negro model” her whole life. Donyale was a young, black girl in an overzelous modeling world. You know, it’s hard to believe Donyale was trying to break any moulds, though. To me, she was just the embodiment of the glamour-puss she always wanted to be. As Donyale once said, “They saw me as something different but I’m sure it has nothing to do with my colour. I never think of myself as a brown-skin girl.”

In the infamous 1966 article by Time titled  “The Luna Year,” the magazine said that “for she is not really beautiful; but like her namesake, the moon, she is different in every phase, yet always recognizably the same and herself.” But I beg to differ. Salvador Dali referred to her as the “reincarnation of Queen Nefertiti”  and gracing the cover of Vogue,and Britain’s Queen (now Harper’s Bazaar), it was clear cheek bones and elongated neckline – better yet – her whole existence was that of a beautiful creature. I’d like to think of her as the black Twiggy – like a chameleon and immensely versatile. The way she slithered and bended  looked effortless.

Donyale was apart of Warhol’s Factory, she won Vogue’s Model of the Year (`66), she dated – and married – cool artsy guys. But when the pit of New York scene’s started to surface, she fled to the Europe’s safer haven.

At a rate of 60 an hour, she kept a London apartment looking over the Thames, but  professed that ” I make about a thousand dollars a week but often there are a couple of days at the end of the week when I find myself broke again.” And she  landed some bit parts in French films directed by Otto Preminger (Skidoo) and Federico Fellini (Satyricon). Close to the end, she also posed for Playboy (1975). I wonder if it had more to do with needing the money than the glamorous title.
 
Around 1979, feeling sick, she entered a Rome clinic on a Tuesday and died on a Thursday. Some say it was an accidental drug overdose. Again, who knows. She was 33. “She didn’t like to pay her bills,” claimed a fellow black model. Who does? I don’t think that was the whole of it. It was more like life didn’t like what she had become.  

If I were a boy…

In France, Men, model, Rouse, sex symbol, sexy on March 1, 2010 at 2:47 am

I’d be Baptiste Giabiconi. This boy is a boss.

I think he’s my latest obsession – despite the fact he’s barely legal. Vingt ans? Yeah, BARELY legal.  I was actually kinda scared to make an entry on my blog.

I made a quick ode to Baptiste on my facebook and was told by my guy friends (You know he likes dudes, right?)
First of all, since when did saying someone’s attractive mean wanting to actually get him? (Some guys are so jealous). And even if he is, so what? If you ask me, I just think he’s comfortable with his sexuality.

But anyway, clearly, Baptiste can get it. He can get anything he wants. And he is getting it; by the looks of things, he’s enjoying it.

There’s only ONE problem… he smokes. I mean, the smoking thing’s sexy in pictures, but it’s not the kind of thing I can conceptualize in person. Because then I envision what all that smoking will manifest in 20 years.

But what can I say? Baptiste Giabiconi… C’est magnifique.

If I were a boy…

In Beauty, Fashion Heat, Good Look, model, sex symbol, style on January 24, 2010 at 12:12 am

I’d be 20-year-old male model Sean O’Pry of VNY Model Management. I was flipping through an issue of i-D and POW! His editorial spread hit me like a boxing glove. His magnetic blue eyes and defined jaw line are the epitome of aesthetic perfection. While I wouldn’t call it a sin to look this good, his sinful sexiness has women and men transfixed.

As the highest paid male model in the business now, he’s donned campaigns for Calvin Klein ad Giorgio Armani. He’s opened catwalks in Milan and Paris, and has been in about just about every magazine that has room for human male mannequins. One can’t imagine what the teeny boppers are going through when they see him now.

Kind of reminds me of when I had a teenage crush on then model Antonio Sabato Jr. I used to print off images from the Internet and post them on my wall, heck, I even joined a fan club (until it started to become spam, I had no interest in every minute detail of his life as I thought). But it was such a joy to drool over a medium-well tenderloin (pun-intended) stake. Then he became B -movie actor.

Maybe O’Pry will be a B+ movie actor if he’s smart about it. You know, playing the sub-romantic lead along older list actresses in Nancy Meyers romantic-comedies. Just do me a favour honey, don’t try to become the next Steven Seagal, or even the next Bruce Willis, who was damn good at pumping action-injected films. Most of the time, when you’re not what those guys consider to be ‘real actors’ it all goes to shit from there.