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The lovely litte film was created for the New Zealand Book Council. Watch it.
All images via V Magazine.
I’ve had a few days to chew on these images, a sneak peek of V issue #63’s One Size Fits All article, and their attempt to break through the size barriers by showcasing the clothing on one ‘model-sized model’ (Jacqulyn Jablonski) and one ‘plus-sized model’ (Crystal Renn). I’m decidedly undecided about it, so I’ll leave you with my initial thoughts.
The good:
- The clothing: I love that all of these ensembles are unapologetically bold, bright, patterned, & skin bearing.
- The styling: both models look amazingly fresh and right now.
- The modelling: fierce + sultry. my favourite.
- The photography: so very, very clever.
- The models don’t appear to be that much different in size: I suppose this could be a bad point, but I appreciate that, even though there’s quite a large distance between their sizes, both bods are completely stunning (all of those LEGS! *drools*)
The bad:
- The comparison: while I suppose this could be a good thing, I feel like I’m forced to make the comparison in every image. I’m not allowed to just be happy about these beautiful clothes on beautiful women.
- The lack of variety: though the message is heard, it’s kind of a drop in the ocean. this shoot really only goes about a quarter of the way. a variety of models in a variety of shapes and sizes workin’ it the way these two do would make for better delivery.
All in all, I think it’s a good effort and I sincerely hope other vashion mags take their cue. What do you think?
Haven’t been around much as my silly computron as been down with this crap stomach thing that’s been going around, I’m sure. It has been somewhat liberating and I’m getting a lot more real world stuff done like helping friends move, cleaning the kitchen and sleeping, but I do feel like part of my soul has been ripped away. The mister is currently working on getting my baby up and running again so we’ll see.
This week has brought us a small reprieve from the minus holy shit weather we experienced through January but came by way of upsy downiness and lots of snow then freezing, then melting and more snow then freezing again bringing us to this day which is pleasantly mild & drippy yet still wintery with an atmosphere that only comes on days like today. It’s so very different than the catch as catch can impromptu visits and catching up of spring, summer and fall. We’re all a little more insular in our snow globe homes. All the business of our main drag location just seems to happen around us but we can be cosy & well kept in our little worlds which look all samey in their abundant beigy/bluey/whiteness but there are so many wonderful little bits of eye candy and signs of life in our back/front/side yards.
It’s fun that our neighbours have their own take on enjoying this weather too. They built this lovely snow & ice sculpture in their front yard.
And then there are all of the sculptures and vignettes nature leaves our little urban landscape.
And then there’s life imitating nature in its patterning and design.
Even the chiffon is reflective of winter.
And the pièce de resistance at the moment is this handsome snowman some other neighbours-friends built in our backyard. Isn’t he a dandy?
I’m glad to live in a neighbourhood of imagination & play. Life is afoot.
I could read Andrea’s blog for the eye candy alone. She’s an amazing artist and gifted writer. I love her language of colour and composition but I totally crush on it because of posts like this one.
How cool (and brave) of her to post about her process? I’m a complete chickenshit when it comes to sharing anything unfinished, which is why it all stays nicely hidden in my studio behind a closed door. The thought of playing mentor to the masses boggles my mind, but she’s gracious enough to do it. Go check her out.
I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one who gets excited about it either. I always look forward to National Geographic’s
Best Science Images of the year. The one above amuses me to no end. Go check them out.
Miz D got to gloat about her stunning amber bobble and now that I have pictures I reckon it’s my turn.
Historically my romantic interests have been in one of two camps when it comes to buying me jewelery: those who hem and haw and ponder and fret only to drop the idea in favour of a gift certificate out of intimidation of the gusband’s brilliant (dude has amazing taste) successes in finding me lovelies, or those who take the leap and fail miserably. I have a stash of expensive shiney things too fugly to pawn. Does that make me sound spoiled?
This year the mister tried* and passed with flying colours with this number:
Here’s why he wins:
1. It’s not a ring! Rings are too personal (and scary – remember I cling tightly to my matrimonial prophylactic) and unless it was one he’d seen me oggling over at my favourite silver shop, which I almost never do and when I do I almost always make the purchase myself, it’s not going to be right.
2. It’s not gold. Dude pays attention. I’m a well-pierced, well-adorned chica and all of my shinies are silver which gold refuses to play nice with. I’m not going to wear something if it takes me 18h to take out every bit of silver in my bod to replace them all with stuff from the stash of gold fuglies.
3. It’s not a bracelet or earrings, which are what the gusband generally buys. By opting out of at least that part of the competition he levelled the playing field.
4. It’s the perfect length, sitting nicely between my collar bones and creating a flattering line which leads the eyes up the neck. Sometimes I think guys buy necklaces just so they can go dipping into cleavageland to fish them out. Guess what? I’m onto that. I only wear long necklaces with turtle neck sweaters and I stopped wearing those in the mid-nineties.
5. It’s not amber in one of those overly ornate & whimsical settings with fairies and leaves and curlyques. Nice, simple, curvy lines are another favourite.
6. It’s slightly asymmetrical. I love me some asymmetry.
7. It’s amber. I adore amber. It’s my favourite even before my beloved garnets and opals. Admitedly he’s seen me swoon over the oodles of amber pieces immediately inside the doors at the gemboree each year, so maybe it’s kind of the easy choice. He noticed and that’s all that matters.
*He also gave me a lovely pair of earrings which I love last year, but they’re just not in the same ball park and I kind of picked them out.
I’ve long maintained that the tree shouldn’t be set up until the 15th of December at the earliest. What can I say? I like a saturated Christmas. This year the kids convinced me to do it earlier. Today was the day.
I have to say it was fun to get out and dust off the baubles and trinkets which adorn our tree.
Most are handmade or have a story.
We rather luckily have a glassblowing friend who gifts us with these lovelies.
That’s a beaded one I made a lifetime ago.
That’s a kitschy, besparkled and bedazzled bit. The product of a drunken craft night chez nous.
Everyone helped.
Taste testing the tree is always important.
Keen supervision is important too.
Some were confused.
I love our little tree and that everyone has a part to play in making it happen. The mister does the lights. I make the branches look pretty and add the ribbons. The sprogs put on the ornaments and everything comes together beautifully. Of course Ypsilon, being the new kitty, is going to be a huge big jerk and claim it all for herself, but it’s all in the name of a month of fun and merriment. I’m for that.
Most of my inner circle knows that I harbour secret fantasies of being a cowgirl and have a penchant for anything with a tripped out country aesthetic…it’s why I’ve had a crush on Carl McCoy for so long. So it’s no wonder I couldn’t tear myself away from the second issue of Refueled after I came across it in some blog in my reader this morning. I’ve been poring over it for over an hour, reading every single word of every single article, soaking up all the slick and crunchy imagery. I’m in ‘zine lust. It is so super sexy I just want to live in its pages amongst all of those grungy and meticulously curated things.
You can read it at issuu here.
Or you can download it (in PDF format) here.
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