I have no idea where I found this picture, but I saved it in my ‘Junk‘ files a couple of weeks ago because, well, it’s worth sharing. Almost nine years ago, in my first hints of teendom, I was obsessing over this magazine cover. Hang-on-your-wall obsessing. These were my (terribly Photoshopped) idols.
From left to right, you are seeing Amanda Bynes, Ashley Olsen, Mary-Kate Olsen, Mandy Moore, Hilary Duff, Alexis Bledel, Evan Rachel Wood, Raven Symone (formerly known as Raven), and Lindsay Lohan. (DO WERK, MKO and ERW – fashion goddesses through and through).
Does this not feel like a million years ago to anyone else? An era before TMZ, before Facebook fuhcrissakes, before “The Amanda Show” faded into oblivion, before The Row or Elizabeth & James, before anyone could co-star with John Krasinski and evoke mass female jealously, before anyone could co-star with Chad Michael Murray and evoke mass female jealously, before The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, before a second sexyfierceboomshakalaka female fell victim to Marilyn Manson’s charms (?!), before Mean Girls, and – yes – before the Kardashians.
Memory lane, over and out.
It’s not Brooke Shields, it’s not Lindsay Lohan, it’s a Barbarella-haired Kristen Stewart on the cover of W Magazine‘s September 2011 issue! What a knockout. With the combination of her white Max Mara mohair and wool sweater plus a swipe Rouge Dior lipstick in Angélique Beige, she has retro, chill-out glamour down to a tee.
Inside the editorial, shot by Mert Alas & Marcus Piggott, she continues to vamp it up in Junya Watanabe, Dolce & Gabbana, Theory, and the same Gucci dress Beyonce Knowles wore on the cover of Harper’s Bazaar UK.
My favourite segment from the accompanying interview:
Twilight was your college, and you graduated, in a way: You became Bella Swan at 17, and now you’re 21.
Yeah—and that time has been sort of nuts for me. In film, I have chronicled every stage of my life since I was nine. And it’s more intense now, obviously, because I’m not in control of it anymore.
You’re not in charge of your life?
No. Not really. Not if I want to think solely about what I really like to do. It’s a funny thing: You want so badly for people to see what you do—you’re proud of it—and I like the effect that movies have on people. But the attention can also make me uncomfortable. In certain situations, people say to me, “C’mon, what’s wrong with you?” I apologize. I love what I’m doing, but I’m a little uncomfortable.
Giles Deacon is having one hell of a season, now adding an incredible first show with French label Emanuel Ungaro to his repertoire. At the Serre du Parc Andre Citroen in Paris’ 15th arrondissement, his maribou-trimmed collection was shown in an explosive garden setting that embodied all of Giles’ va-va-voom and tongue-in-cheek feminine predecession. Anna Dello Russo even got in on the action as a model; sharing the spotlight with a stuffed lamb (of the never-breathing variety) named Funbungo. I would go as far as saying the age of ‘Ungaro Unsure‘ is over. View Post
Ungaro was sold in 2004 after founder Emanuel announced his retirement, unfortunately kickstarting a revolving door of designers at the helm of a once colourful and impeccable design house. They’ve been through Lindsay Lohan (no comment), Esteban Cortazar and Estrella Archs. Finally, the incredible Giles Deacon has been announced as New Kid on The Block. Emanuel Ungaro’s legacy is no longer destined for doom. Paris Fashion Week will show us the goods on October 4th and I can’t wait to see what’s in store.