Posts Tagged ‘Gia Carangi’

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.

Tavi the front row hogging Style Rookie

In blogger, Fashion, Fashion Heat, Good Look, Icon, In the Know, News, Op Ed., style, Trend on February 2, 2010 at 7:13 pm

My grandmother, apparently, is an avid junk collector – magazine junk. And to my chagrin, the curse has rubbed off on me. Because even if I’m down to my last tener, collecting glossies is my sport. It’s a fire hazard to my claustraphobic space, and moving is a pain (when I moved to the UK and back, I got rid of them by the hundreds), but when you’re that passionate, what else can you do?

 It’s not easy to forget; my time at my grandparents’ house spent lost in the basement. But it wasn’t a boogy-monster space, matter of fact, it was equipped with bedrooms, sliding glass doors and most importantly, a library-like room with  magazine filled satchels – loads of them. My grandmother was a Cosmopolitan reader, and Harper’s Bazaar I think – not quite sure. Actually, yes,  she was. Regardless, when I was trying to figure out what I wanted to do with my life, it was only when I decided on journalism that my habit started to make sense.

If  journalism is what you’ve dreamt about – particularly  the fashion segment – then it’s due to the same obsession. That along with the cinematic effect of Chanel No 5’s parfum commercials and of course, infamous shows like Fashion Television. It becomes this tight-fisted dream to one day be apart of an awe-inspiring culture, but things have changed.

Fashion blogging – and Twittering – is the future. And that’s just something us stubborn headed print lovers have to accept. Especially when the new world entails fashion’s current talk of the town: Tavi Gevinson. At just 13, she’s flying all over the world, sitting front row at the most prestigious couture shows and by GOD, writing for US Harper’s Bazaar, a magazine noted as one of the most acclaimed fashion bibles ever produced.  

I’ll be the first to admit at one point, Tavi stirred up a bit of the greened eyed  in me. And I too tried to hide it behind the guise of being a “real” Journalist. But when you really think about it, why shouldn’t she have her moment? And who’s to say what she’s doing isn’t just as authentic as the salaried magazine staffer? Look at it this way; Stephen Sprouse, the beloved genius behind LV’s graffiti inspired bags only remembered as a name, and nothing else. Gia Carangi, the most acclaimed to grace the catwalks in Milan and Paris, died Aids stricken and indigent on a hospital bed somewhere in Philadelphia. Not that it has to be that dramatic but you get the point. To say victimize yourself using Tavi’s success is a bit … young.  And if you’re a true HB reader who’s familiar with their Paris Hilton cover tendencies, I don’t think Tavi’s arrangement should be as a surprise. Is it really that serious?

Everyone – including the fashion blogger, has the same admiration for fashion world as the burgeoning – or established – fashion journalist. Just because you happened to go to school for it, or are making a regular living through this “official” title really doesn’t make you more deserving of anything. No one said the world is fair. But that’s what makes it so interesting.