Model Citizen: Part Four: Agyness Deyn

One word: FIERCE.

Yes, this is the girl who was featured in W, and became somewhat of a sensation to bloggers everywhere. Agyness is the definition of "androgynous" chic. With her boyish good looks and that, dare I say, fierce haircut, she is, again, a refreshing change to the slew of Eastern European models. (Not that there is anything wrong with eastern European. Don't act 10 and get all "You're a racist!" on me.)







I wonder: What is it that makes adrogyny [spelled that wrong, not on purpose] so much hotter than draping oneself in lace and eyelet? I wonder......

In a world [or alternate universe] of long, silky-wavy haired models, Agyness sticks out, with her platinum, short cut. It takes a hell of a lot of confidence to pull off that haircut, and she does it perfectly.

In a way, she reminds me a bit of Edie Sedgwick:




Yes?


She brings an edge to even the girliest clothes, something many models models cannot claim.
Look how she turns all white Chanel into something much cooler, chicer:


Pretty Alberta Ferretti into something cool and hip:


Tones down the funky coolers of Versace a bit:


And, of course, she brings that rocker edge necessary to Luella:


Get a good look at her face. She's going places.


It was twenty years ago today, Sergeant Pepper taught the band to play,
Moi

Model Citizen: Part 3: Bette Franke

This Dutch stunner has the privilege of being MY favorite model. What an honor!

Things I like about Bette Franke:

• She's Dutch! How cool is that?
• Her adorably uneven teeth:

• She's cute:

• but also very pretty, but not in that typical, alien-babydoll way like Gemma Ward and all her minions:

• She can read! And chooses to, instead of just sticking in her iPod:

• She can pull of a satin turban:

• She has a sense of humor, and doesn't have to look all "blank model stare" all the time:

(middle)

• She looks cool as hell in Chloe:

• She can carry off an evening gown perfectly:

• Marc Jacobs liked her enough to have her open his Spring '07 Marc by Marc show:

• She's not creepy skeletal skinny:

Oh yeah, and she likes Jack Johnson too, according to Teen Vogue.

And that is why Bette Franke is my favorite model.


Comments on this blog are kinda disappearing.... who wants to fix this?

There's no connection,
Moi

Model Citizen: Part Two: Chanel Iman

• fresh
• healthy
• girly
• most fashionable name ever
• her skin color is beautiful
• She's young, she's new. She's not the same old Eastern European model.

Not the biggest fan of those Chanel sneakers, but she's cute.


Backstage.

I know I said I liked her half-smiles, but they are getting a tad annoying. I meant this:


Not so much this:


Models always seem to be better in print, and Chanel Iman is no exception. Look at this beautiful picture:




Enjoy! Comment???


Wincing the night away,
Moi

Model Citizen: Part 1: Snejana Onopka

Welcome to Part 1 of my (possibly) week-long Model Citizen special.
Haha.

First, a prologue of sorts: Models represent fashion at the time. In the 90's, curvy was in. Turn of the century, Brazilians bombshells a la Gisele. Now, Russian and eastern European models are en vogue.

First up, Snejana Onopka.
Okay. I will admit that she is not the most revolutionary looking model, but she has a pretty face, and she is very good in print. She follows the trend of eastern European models, hailing from the great land of the Ukraine. Blonde hair, blue eyes. I think she is much better in print than on the runway.

She landed this Vogue Italia cover very soon after being discovered, and I just love it. I think the lighting is perfect, and I can't help but like the star.



Runway:

I think she really pulls off this D & G dress.


Sometimes, on the runway, she has a tendency to look a bit wooden. Stiff-shouldered.

She has such a beautiful face, and has mastered the whole blank model stare thing, but isn't it always more interesting when a model like Chanel Iman flashes a mini half-smile. I kind of made the mistake of picking some of her better runway pictures. Style.com is really good, and shows some of her worse ones (and her better ones). Maybe you'll be able to tell what I'm talking about.

Snejana flourishes in print:










This picture is absolutely stunning.


My favorite model, maybe not. A good model, yes. She could really go places, she just needs to work on her runway a bit more.

Oh yeah, and her style's not bad either:




Lucy in the sky with diamonds,
Moi

Dear Emmy Rossum:

You're a great actress and singer, but I really need to tell you something:
Please lose a little weight.








Your stomach isn't quite small enough yet.



Edit: I was hoping I wouldn't have to do this, but some people obviously can't pick up on my subtle wit. Ha.

Main Entry: sar·casm
Pronunciation: 'sär-"ka-z&m
Function: noun
1 : a sharp and often satirical or ironic utterance designed to cut or give pain
2 a : a mode of satirical wit depending for its effect on bitter, caustic, and often ironic language that is usually directed against an individual b : the use or language of sarcasm
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For those who are REALLY slow, I WAS KIDDING. Geez. Obviously, Emmy Rossum is very skinny. Duh.


EDIT OVER.



For the next few days, I think I'm going to do some entries on different models. I think they really represent the fashion of the moment. I'll explain more tomorrow.



Do you realize you have the most beautiful face?
Moi

My future's so bright, I need shades

Recently, I have noticed a growing trend: the revival of the classic Ray-Ban Wayfarers. Tom Cruise started their popularity in Risky Business:



And recently, Brandon Flowers (lead singer of the Killers, for those of you who live under a rock), has been seen wearing them, in photoshoots and just around town:



Now, Fred Flare is selling them for 9 dollars, but there's a chance you may be able to find them at a thrift shop or Salvation Army for less:




They're perfect on boys AND girls. I mean, look how cool that girl looks.

Also, I think they kind of resemble these glasses, which I have always lusted after:

Slighty different, but similar.

These glasses can be easily pulled off if you wear them without any apologies, like someone who wears old-school headphones rather than earphones. Wear them with a bit of irony, don't be embarressed to wear them, and you will be cooler than.... well..... anyone. (Like you weren't already!)


Three cheers for sweet revenge,
Moi

Can you say, "Proenza for Target?"

I can!

PROENZAFORTARGETPROENZAFORTARGETPROENZAFORTARGET!

Pick up the latest issue of Teen Vogue. They have an article about it. The clothes look amazing, but let's hope they're not a disappointment like Tara Jarmon, Paul & Joe, and Behnaz Sarapour all were.

Ok, I know the vast majority of you are here for the fashion blogging, but I seem to have forgotten that this is actually a music and fashion blog. So, I thought I would just make a post of songs I recommend.

Original, no? Just that I love music! That, and... Imhavingtroublefindingpicturesforanotherpost. Cough cough.

• "Wonderwall"- Oasis
• Basically any song by McFly
• "Fake Tales of San Francisco"- The Arctic Monkeys
• "Sundress"- Ben Kweller
• "The First Single"- The Format
• "All That We Needed"- Plain White T's
• "Miss Misery"- Elliott Smith
• "Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is"- Jet
• "Smile Like You Mean It"- The Killers
• "Slow Down"- The Academy Is...
• "New Slang"- The Shins
• "City of Blinding Lights"- U2
• "For the Widows in Paradise, For the Fatherless in Ypslanti"- Sufjan Stevens
• "Iris"- Goo Goo Dolls
• "Everything Is Alright"- Motion City Soundtrack
• Anything by the Beatles
• "Which Will" "Cello Song" and "Pink Moon"- Nick Drake
• "Modern Swinger"- The Pink Spiders
• "Running Out of Time"- Hot Hot Heat
• "Banana Pancakes"- Jack Johnson
• "Fell In Love With a Girl"- The White Stripes
• "All Of My Days"- Alexi Murdoch
• "Oh! Gravity."- Switchfoot
• "The Skin Of My Yellow Country Teeth"- Clap Your Hands Say Yeah
• "Girl"- Beck
• "Rock the Cashbah"- The Clash

Did you miss me, Miss Misery?

Moi

New York State of Mind

Here it is! My NYC post!!!!!!

Ok. So. New Year's Eve Day (aka December 31), me and my cousin and mom and sister and aunt (who i don't really like that much) went into New York. I personally wanted to explore SoHo, but NOOOOOOO. My aunt didn't want to do that! She wanted to shop at Canal Street (aka Knockoff Capital of the world). I really had no say in the matter.

We parked about a block away from Canal Street, and my aunt led us to her favorite little restaurant-cafe in SoHo. I was soooo excited. SOHO! Capital of Cool. There were actual COBBLESTONE streets!

At first, I was too afraid to take pictures, because I didn't want to be labeled a "tourist". But then, I was like, "Screw that! How many times do I get into New York?"

So here is my picture of Broadway in SoHo:



Then we went to this really cool place called Kitchen Commune (the restaurant-cafe), and I got this organic pizza, very good. But the place itself was amazing. Very SoHo (psh. Like I would know.) You would probably walk right past it if you were in a hurry. Pictures:




(That's my sister.)

Then my aunt's like, "Let's go to this flea-market type thing." That REALLY got me excited. FLEA MARKET??????!!!!!!!! TRY MECCA!!!!! aha.
But it wasn't really a flea market, it was a MUUUUUUUUUUUUCH calmer Canal Street type thing. I should've gotten a "100% Cashmere scarf" for 5 dollars, but I didn't think about this until I got into the car to return home. STUPID! STUPID! The only things I got in New York (sad,very sad) were some amazing badass hobo gloves, and a cheesy I (Heart) NY t-shirt. Everybody needs one of those!


(view out my window. Ain't it lovely? Psh. That's farm country behind that house.)



This is where I got them:



Not until I got home did I realize that we were just a few blocks from the SoHo Flea Market. The ACTUAL SoHo Flea Market. The SoHo Freakin' Flea Market!!!! Do you realize what I could have found there????? Much more than a cheesy t and hobo gloves, let me tell you. I probably could've found albums I've been planning to decorate my walls with. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

Oh yeah, and I was... about 2 blocks from the new Uniqlo store!!!!! I am SUCH an idiot!!! I should have stood up to my aunt and been like, "NO! I am staying in SoHo! I do not want to go to Canal Street!"

But we ended up at Canal Street. It's a flowing mass of humanity. All these (and NO, I am NOT racist, so don't act like you're in 5th grade and call me that) Asian people popping up at you every second going, "Purse? Handbag? Gucci? Chanel? 5 dolla!" I hated it!!!!!!!! It was just too much. I wanted to run back to the cobblestone streets of SoHo. So my mom got this weird pashima thing, and this kind of ugly hat. I was too freaked to buy anything! I know regret not getting this knockoff Chloe Betty bag. It looked exactly the same.


It looks much better in person.

But we FINALLY got away from Canal Street (I was in a bad mood by this point), and walked just a block over into Little Italy. My mood instantly changed: It was much more neighborhood-y. Like you could tell that people actually lived there. People were wearing amazing fashions, too. You could tell they weren't tourists. Though, I must say: Are glasses necessary on a really overcast day? No. Stop trying so hard to be cool. But anyway, we went to the first pizzaria in the US, Lombardis (insanely, insanely good), then to this little Italian pastry shop that literally 5 people could fit in. I have NEVER had better cannolis (chocolate mousse, mmmmmm) or lobster tails (flaky pastry filled with the most amazing cream) in my LIFE.

By then it was time to go home. I waited outside Starbucks on Canal Street for 15 minutes while my party went to the bathroom (the line was unbelievably long- only clean restroom on Canal Street), and while I was waiting outside, I saw some hoooot indie guys (skinny pants, messy, sandy-colored hair that curled up juuuust a little at the ends, military style jacket) and the cuteset little hipster girl, of whom I know regret not sneaking a pictur (skinny jeans, cool sneaker/flat things, a khaki bomber jacket with the cutest dove pin [for peace], and a blond bob with side bangs). I'm sure anyone reading this would've appreciated her style.

So that ended my adventure in New York. I'm definately going this summer, and I want to do all the touristy stuff of midtown, and then I desperately want to explore SoHo, Chelsea, Tribeca, and the Village, and get some serious vintage shopping done!


Bold as love,
Moi


Whew. My fingers hurt!