Fashion does it Better

No matter if she's never made it on the top of our list when it comes to editorial wunderkinds, Caroline Brasch Nielsen shows enough power right here to make us hungry for a nonstop breakfast at eight in the evening. Possibly, the thing is her real appeal has never met the right lensperson, the one who can capture her the way she should be and offer her a golden path to give hundred percent of what remained too long hidden deep inside her sexy guts, boiling and begging to explode and ravish four eyes ready for visual romance.... [Lire la suite]

Although we have no oil wells, we do have wells of imagination. Or just not. Just nothing but bits of paper, plastic, iron, copper and glass. Nicotine in and out, and a picture-perfect lack of oxygen. It's all in the details, the hell is in these details, that's a useful tip to remember while cruising, on a desert day. Took some time off, to mend or get even sicker, left some time to the eyes to feel released of these visions of anonymous wannabe empresses, marching under the spotlights. Here no wannabes are, no... [Lire la suite]

If there wasn't already a part of Berlin called Charlottenburg, we would buy some acres to build a city out of stardust and give it her name. Charlotte Tomas(zewska), the wild child of polish modeling took her carpet bag to fly around the world and conquer Milan (Guccio Gucci, anyone?). Neither squeamish nor timorous, this lady knows no grey – she is a storm, she is a star, in the true meaning of that hackneyed word: she's laser-true in ever pose she strikes. You think she's near but she may be far, these pics by Nadine Ottawa... [Lire la suite]

And we had some help, gorgeous help to let vanish the bad thoughts and last night's mares. Fertile imaginations can produce hysterically funny moments or plain torments – from panthers in panties to cashiers in love under neon showers. At the exact hour nightbirds go to sleep or just wake up from coal tar and wrack, we try our hardest to keep our heads up and ears alive. Eyes are what they are and do not need a single tad of support. They see, they sweep, they send the message and slip away to paradises. More or less... [Lire la suite]

From a random kebab-house to Karl Lagerfeld via some stops at some fast-food restaurant, the station's piano and two yellow letterboxes, Daria Werbowy's trip in Paris, Gare du Nord, has more to do with our own experiences of the french capital city than what an editor-in-chief of some foreign Vogue might see from the backseat of her (or his) car avec chauffeur. The smell of wet pavements, the legions of kamikaze pigeons, the grumpy tobacconists and the nasty grannies willing to kill you with their umbrella – all these little... [Lire la suite]

We could get rid of all our addictions except this one: faces. Well, and tobacco, let's face it, but ciggies might be as thin and leggy as a model, they vanish within the next five minutes and are as quickly forgotten as they were smoked. Meanwhile visages don't wither that fast and leave no ashes, just scars in our minds and this hurts so good. Never squander, feel what happens, say Rumpelstiltskin the fastest you can and smolder after burning. We may be chasing monsters under our beds or digging for some unknown treasure,... [Lire la suite]

*Not Safe For Fashion Week. So, we start to hear about the newest Prada exclusive bookings, start to read unknown names and we'll have a look once the bottle of beer is empty. For now, we're more dazzled by one of Harley Weir's editorials from the latest issue of POP Magazine starring Suzi Leenaars. The tiny Aussie has enough punch to stun you as if you were dead drunk and forget the shows must go on, forget about the swanky lanky silhouettes tiptoeing glamourously in their stilettos. If all these runway rookies look like... [Lire la suite]

We've never been fond of overnight makeovers for no reason but when a butterly suddenly goes out of its chrysalis to fly straight ahead to our stomach (and we were bloody ravenous lately), we're not the kind to resist too long before melting from head to toe. And it's very few to say that Katie Moore just went out of her shell when she opened Alexander Wang's latest collection earlier this month in New York City. When others blush, she just ignites and the meaning of redhead has never been so accurate, so bright, so flaming,... [Lire la suite]

Leila Goldkuhl by Victor Demarchelier, or when cold gold turns hot, too hot to stop it now. If we haven't seen the shadow of her chin on a runway yet, her latest paperwork (if we may say so) grabbed from Heroine Magazine is worth a gazillion backstage shots. At least no lipstick lies, no exhausted smiles and no jumping-bumping paparazzi or eye-itching lights as background, just a fancy-free atmosphere all the way when you stop for a sec to enjoy the silent and serene smiles next to some cleverly clumsy hairdos – the ultimate... [Lire la suite]

She's so tasty, so sexy, so Greg Kadel. She can play it feisty and never let her beauty leave you too thirsty. With a tad of a twist, she'll get you wrapped on her wrist, like she does here today with Anastasia Khodkina as her partner in cream. Picture this: dancing in silky smocks and latex socks, high heels, red lips and some dog necklaces, Catherine McNeil tunes that game like she always does – walking on cloud nine and taking your eyes as luggage. Numéro may not be the most innovative magazine out there but at least... [Lire la suite]