Cast Your Spell Over Us
Is that an apple or a flower? It's magic and she could really be an enchantress, a wizard at modeling. And the wizardry continues below as well, while you'll need no little yellow pill to feel dazzled.
It takes more than a perfect face, it is more than your few nice days (at the top), it is more than we'll ever know – we mean beauty. We're aware we may have said it, told it, explained it, every possible way already but these are the words bubbling in our minds everytime our eyes fall in love (like for the very first time) with a face they still ignored the existence of the day before, and everytime they feel like flirting with an angel. It's the mystery of the alchemy between the beholder of these eyes and the paper-performance of the artist (aka the model). That's pretty much of a good depiction of how we felt when we heard about and saw Noah.
Working with Storm (we got hooked when took a look at her book) in London and paving her path piece by (precious) piece, Noah stands out for a little more than the lovely features of her lovable face. Expressions, of course, from smiles to pouts she rules every mood, her gazes that play with you till you get insane and an incredible body language that is best showcased in the edit (far above, in the middle) from TheOnes2Watch by Sarah Löfwander. Recent news include a story (near above) in british edition of Elle, May issue by Willem Jaspert, proving she can handle, softer and sweeter more laid-back and colorful atmospheres too. Now only waiting for the moment she'll be shifting gears and cross the line.
Switch On the Time Machine
We have to thank Jack Nicholson for the reminder, after watching The Pledge (Sean Penn, 2002) yesterday late at night, the urge to go back to The Shining suddenly rose in our minds and that's how our eyes got caught by Shelley Duvall's uncanny and arousing features. We literally became like mosquitos (re-)discovering a lamp on a summer evening. Had to search for photographs our memories had somehow sent to their darkest forsaken corners and bring them back to life. Had to hunt and hunt all the great ones down. Like this cover of Interview from 1977 (September issue).
You may think the images are outmoded, even superannuated (though, how many photographers of today use post-modern trick over modern trick to add a vintage vibe to their pictures?), Shelley's beauty is more relevant than ever. Or, because when it comes to beautiful beings nothing is ever relevant or unbiased, we should rather say it like this: which agent wouldn't sell his mother's soul to represent a woman with a face like hers, which lensman wouldn't eat his own kids to shoot five minutes with her. We're unfortunately unable (yet) to pull her out from our screen, from Robert Altman's movies to our room but these two covers (above from Viva, the ''International Magazine for Women'', May 1974) are like diamonds – are forever.
Shine a Night in the Light
We just let the curtain fall at noon to spend the rest of the day in a certain kind of addictive darkness, eating industrial pizzas and homemade scones (both taste way better when the sun is away) and brainstorming – well, it did not take that long before our topic of thursday arrived on the desk. No big surprise, it's going to be Katie Moore (again, again, again), as we're just not about to get enough of fashion's freshest firefly. And, after promising you'd hear more of her when showtime was over, we're now able to illustrate, properly saying, our expectations with editorial materials. First Steven Klein's story and here comes a beauty edit from Vogue Nippon (newest number) by Sophie Delaporte (wish we could write more often on her work). We already knew (or guessed) Katie could shine even in the darkest night of every shade of pink, red and orange, we get to understand today she also handles with care and comfort any kind of color from grasslike green to some deeper blue via warmer tones. And we couldn't not share the magazine's point of view on third picture: she looks so adorable, so kissable, and that's no lipstick-lie.
No Expectation Leads to Pleasant Surprises
These days you ask yourself why you are doing what you usually do, why you even had to turn on the computer again... These days, even these days may hide some nice surprises. That's a bit the story right here, right now and that's how we ended up delighted (again) with Harper's Bazaar UK's weekly model report, this time dedicated to Amanda Googe whose advice to beginners in the business is ''no expectation leads to pleasant surprises''. Just what we experienced today and what her career looks like so far. While most model enthusiasts eagerly wait for the biggest houses show packages to be released or, years ago, what Paul Rowland had in store at Supreme for the season, we often like to have a trip off the beaten tracks and have a look at how other agencies are doing – either tiny boutiques, less-known subdivisions of a network or more commercial companies. That's how our eyes got stuck looking at Aymeline Valade's book at Women Direct (Milan) back then or how we got to get aware of Amanda's existence at Women/360 in NYC (no attempt to call anyone a B-list agency, we're talking about how much more visibility an elephant-sized one often gets).
In her early twenties and passionate with arts (double bonus here), Amanda had the opportunity to work with names like Prada, Dries van Noten or Valentino and, of course, the favorite of ours: namely Mr Haider Ackermann. The way she tells Bazaar her first experiences at working with photographers (and we bet you our Rick Owens jacket there will be more to come) also reminds us how close are art and fashion (or how fashion belongs to arts, to say it clear and loud). For people who consider models to be artists – silent actresses, performers, living paintings/sculptures, the list goes on, the way she, and others, tell about their feelings taking photographs always says a lot. As for the pictures we used for this post, the first batch are by Caoimhe Hahn for Harper's Bazaar while the last two may have been taken by a genius remaining uknown of ours.
PS: as you may notice reading the first paragraph, the title isn't our own, for once. We first went for Connecticut Connection as she's from Westport, CT. Sounded really fancy too but Amanda's words of wisdom won by a knockout.
Freya Sombroek is on our radar and in our heart since the beginning of this year, creating some big bips and booms with any picture she takes, starting with what it should always start with – digitals, like the awesome close-up above. The blue-eyed brunette from Vivien's in Australia has nothing of a teenage russian doll and doesn't share much with any of the underage punkies around but oozes wit and poise (hadn't used this word for so long!) and totally translates these vibes into visual treats when arrives the time to release her first editorial work.
Thinking of two australian Harper's Bazaars in a row (one as sole star and the other by Jake Terrey next to a gorgeous and grown-up Katie Braatvedt) or a recent story in Vogue Taiwan (first picture above, by Naomi Yang). That might just the early steps (in the right direction) but she's got the beauty, grace and talent it takes to heap up some more delightful fashion series in magazines and leap further to hipper heights in a high-heeled hurry.
Coming into Blossom
After a turbulent week, especially last friday leaving us with a kind of flu and a lot of blue, we're glad to renew with quiet times and a sounder way of life. Saw the trees in bloom, light pink tiny flowers, petals in the wind, and our fever stopping reigning supreme – almost wanted to cry when we saw spring fighting against this slightly colder morning (tears of a sudden joy). And while we're digressing gently with these botanical stories, why not start today with another flower, also blossoming and for the very best. Imaan Hammam continues her rise and is probably the one gathering the most complete collection of high-end works these days. Just as her story in current issue of Vogue Paris, shot by Mario Testino, above.
But it doesn't stop with one Vogue gig, far from it (and if the french edition of the magazine rencently went through highs and lows – seems quality is striking back, though, despite our mixed feelings towards the cover). Imaan's Vogue record also counts sheets from the US edition and another one above by Patrick Demarchelier for Vogue Italia including one of the covers' foldouts. Slipping away from the best-known fashion magazine now, she also graces the pages of i-D's summer issue, together with other lovelies including another (already) all-time favorite of ours, Damaris Goddrie. Besides those we named or featured here, the quality of Imaan's previous work would rank from impeccable to epic, just as the last piece we wrote a few weeks ago on her WSJ story. And when you put all this together, you can only expect the blooming young woman to keep shining and climing.
Cosmetic Girl, In Our Mind, So Hard to Find – Abbey Lee's Beautiful Ker-Show
No, you're not (a cosmetic-lady but you're in our mind[s] for sure)... forgot, had to forget too, hey there, but we're still around, the radar's on, the lights too, the car – let's see, but, in case, it might be up for a ride. Still up for motel tours and highway supérettes we couldn't ignore. A slice of cheddar for the road (and eggs, please, eggs, and veggie bacon) and a big slice of chocolate to sleep by. No matter if we're attacked by raindrops or sandstorms, we do absolutely love the smell of latex kissing asphalt, the miles eaten by the gasoline-hungry beast that pulls us from place A to point B. And on that way to a fantasized nowhere, we found a face to care – about or for. Hell yeah, hell, hey, hello...huh... sunshine, and so on when clouds flee by. Abbey Lee Kershaw by Terry Richardson for i-D, it's been a long while or, if not, it's a fierce first.
She's Got Class, She's Got Style and We're all some Cold Mr Hyde!
We're not used yet to live like Steven Klein fans but since his story for latest Love Magazine, we must say we've been looking at him (at his work to be more precise) a different way. While several others have a hard to renew with their inspiration, the one who make Trentini become a veggie doesn't really need extra meat to meet his own standards and the proof is in the pudding once again with this new spread for W Magazine, leaving us to think the newest number of the mag can wash away the heartaches the previous issue(s?) randomness had created by mistake. And how not to celebrate the pink-red debuts of our favorite high-heeled soldier (also known as a beautiful creature called Katie Moore) in print. Grand-iose.
Driving Cars and Sometimes Going to Places
As promised, as due. Here is perhaps the new one that transformed our week: India Ruiterman. Imagine endless editorial possiblities from these photographs (a mix with some polaroids from her London agency and shots by Olesya Asanova). She's got such a wide range of faces (and profiles!) in store and many vibes to send to a magazine reader, like heavenly X-rays. And, without willing to sound pedantic for a single sec but the greatest eye of this country said she is a good pick for that page (getting truly schizophrenic, then). Whatever the future may sound or smell, she's our favorite discovery of the week and may keep this title after the upcoming weekend.
Let Us See and We'll Give You Thunders
Don't you worry a single bit, we're in heavy talk for the next new face (sorry for the potential disappointment, both of them are already placed but we can't fight against Günstagram, we are old and irrelevant every now and then) but for now (and even for then) it's time for those we like. Weekend is looking at us, so does beer and cheap salty stuff not to get too nervous. One is the epitome of our muses, the other is getting her spot in our heaven at the moment. Both share one thing (or two) – they are represented by Women in NYC (and both do have some of the most eye-itching digital sheets, as of now). Want names? Even if it's written on right above awesome photographs, we couldn't not say again and loud: Viktoria Sasonkina and Sam Rollinson (or when shirt echoes beauty).
Strawberries and Elevators
She was the ghost from the lift when we were kids, she is the fantasies of our late evenings now. She is no model but is more relevant as a model than Cindy Crawford and Claudia Schiffer together on a Vogue cover. She is... Nina Hagen and we had to look twice before realizing she was really she, when had a first look at the cover, thought at early sight she may be another nameless face painted in Nina before looking twice and no doubt was possible: this is the real, the unique, the unmistakable Miss Hagen. And the entire issue sounds as great as the cover looks – including an interview (in Interview, how bright is that repetition) with Pilati. We'd love him to bring back a few strawberry pajamas into the current fashion mix, when showtimes hits us. And there is probably much more to enjoy inside as the mag has been a highlight of our ciggie-trips to Germany, recently (the right delight between fried fish, fancy-flavored crisps and strange pizzas!). By Benjamin Huseby.
Lunatic Babies could make the Moon turn Pink
And no matter what the sad lords say, she's got an avenue ahead of her, she's got her way. No earlier than yesterday, we read some stuff that she is just a copper bob, just the creature of the season, just this and just that and we only want to ask ''just what?''. It seems that each round of polaroids (well, more likely digitals) could turn into the perfect ed, each candid shot could make a cover. No will from us to get too laudatory (or laudastic?) but each time she takes a regular photograph, we just can imagine what her upcoming editorial work might be (or become). The way she moves, she smiles, she grooves, is just too delightful to keep our mouth shut, to keep too silent when we really have something to share. All photographs by David Urbanke for Harper's Bazaar.
Where a bit like Paul and Joe, except that neither Paul nor Joe does actually exist and we do, even if we are bloody twisted chameleons – sometimes we dance to remember, sometimes to forget (thank you, the ones soaring above and around). On blue days we feel like repeating ourselves, on blue-skyed ones we feel like sharing our tastes, full flavors on. So, Sam (Rollinson, who else) is back again on our page and shows an unknown side of her beauty in Harper's Bazaar (Korea), captured playing with plants by Nick Hudson. White walls, white brows and brewing beauty are all made to create a strange feeling sweetly swimming through our veins, from our eyes (or arms) straight to the brain... Peonies, peacocks, Peabodies, peanuts and still, Rumpelstiltskin, Sam hits us with a charming soft shock with each new editorial released these days. Hence the so soon, so good, and the soonest the best (were going to say the sooner the better but wasn't tough enough).
Little Finger in the Wind
You barely rarely get to see this version of Los Angeles, not even in Bukowski's short stories. In Yelena Yemchuk's one, the slightest slice of LA sun is outshone by industrial landscapes, rusty iron beauty, filthy water and Harleth Kuusik as main and sole character around (you don't even imagine there is someone else sitting in the truck or hiding in the cars in background sipping some tedious budweisers from the can). This tale from newest Numéro is freed from failure and keeps your eyes turned on from page to page by the excessive quietness oozing from every image. No roasted skin, no bleached smiles, just some sullen pouts to break the silence and tune the mood. Last notice: the way she plays with her legs is just one unforgettable modeling moment.