Fashion does it Better

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... [Lire la suite]

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... [Lire la suite]

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... [Lire la suite]

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?)... [Lire la suite]

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,... [Lire la suite]

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... [Lire la suite]

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... [Lire la suite]

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... [Lire la suite]

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... [Lire la suite]

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... [Lire la suite]