Posts tagged models
Happy Sunday, Joban. Word to who made ya.
Have you guys been following the Milan Fashion Week menswear shows at all?
Normally, I’m all about it for weird-hot model boys and lulzy photos exclusively – but something’s going on right now that actually excites me on a sartorial level. Regard:
What wild and wonderous whimsy! I’m straightly enamoured with all of these designer animal tops.
I spent a few minutes in the shower trying to wrap my head around how this came about — why dinosaur sweaters are hitting the runway in Milan right now.
Has this nostalgic 90′s kid sensibility I’m seeing all over the web and streets risen up to influence high fashion’s… influentials? Will it trickle back down, repurposed into something far classier than what I can find for $10 at Black Market on Queen West? Has Raf Simons been to Hot Topic recently?
I keed, I keed. Speaking of sweaters though, I’ve been seeing this unattributed beauty around the Tumblogs a bit lately and I like it a lot:
WHERE A SISTER CAN FIND THIS?!? These are also good. Within my price range, too:
Off to the hill now for some good ol’ shredding. I’ll post more about my weekend adventures in the near future. I have a feeling we’ll be riding dirty today…
OH! Pee ess – Have you seen episode 2 of MTV Creeps yet? It’s online now:
One more thing. This is the jam:
If the things that happened inside my head while watching this video were real, I would be the hugest slut you know right now. And also incredibly pregnant.
I don’t even care that most of these boys are my little brother’s age. Look at them.
It certainly doesn’t hurt that they’re stuntin’ and skating and goofing around Paris. Playful is hot and hot is hot and nobody is hotter than a great male model – not even my cat (I mean that in a NON romantical way… come on meow.)
Don’t get me wrong, I adore looking at female models (especially when they’re wearing gorgeous threads) but there’s a lot you can do to enhance the way a woman looks from a beauty standpoint. Then again, boys do wear makeup a lot in that industry..
I think the fact that I’m sexually attracted to people with only one X chromosome might have more to do with this. Either way, I’m rambling.
Please allow me to brag shamelessly for a moment about how the creator of this beauty went to my Alma Mater. Justin Wu is a big deal. I met him when he came to Toronto for “fashion week” in the fall and was impressed by how humble and cute he was.
At least one of the boys in that video has walked in local fashion weeks as well. I’ve shot him several times (with a camera, not a gun) and that doesn’t make me pretty by proxy, but it gives me something to brag about on my blog so myawwwww.
If you didn’t catch the Dandy Warhols Male Model Lip-Dub back in January, I highly recommend checking that one out too.
Beautiful People + Lip Dubs = Good. Yeah, that’s the best adjective I could come up with right now. Been a long day.
Remember when the Kardashians lip dubbed Katy Perry’s E.T? Hahahahahaha. I’m not going to link to it here because their mother disgusts me. Google it if you must. It’s lulzy in a sad, annoying Kate Gosselin-esque way.
Oh! it’s Marshall McLuhan’s 100th birthday today too. Rather, it would have been if he were still kicking.
One year ago, this would have been the top story on my blog and I would have done something thoughtful. I miss being a smart girl. I miss school.
Hokay paypoles, fohkus… I SAID FOHKUS!
Maybe you don’t already KNOW or somethink, but a couple of evenings ago Karl Lagerfeld debuted a series of three commercials for Magnum ice cream.
I know, I know – Le EW – but it’s not like he actually ATE zem or anythink. Vat, are you CRAZY? or just FAT?
Anyways, the incomparably adorable miss Rachel Bilson was cast to star in all three commercials as a Ballerina, an art student, and a fashion model respectively. Also featured in the spots is none other than Mr. Lagerfeld’s muse / boyfriend / joke of an impossibly gorgeous man-tard BAPTISTE GIABICONI!
To be fair, he IS one of the biggest fashion stars in the world right now – though, also to be fair, it certainly isn’t difficult to be named as the world’s number one male model when you’re dating the king of the fashion industry and look like… ya know… this:
I thought, after watching Mr. Giabiconi’s first um… “music video” a few months back, that I could never ever feel attracted toward this man again.
I stand corrected:
Bwahaha / woooah…
That little “Of course” at minute 1:08 just made me swoon SO hard, seventeen times in a row.
French accents french accents FRENCH ACCENTS. What is it about zat sound zat make me go nuts? Even on really really gay guys who dress like ginos. I do not understand this.
And why the hell do I want a Magnum bar all of the sudden? (That, I can sort of understand.)
I don’t want to date Baptiste or even to know him. I just want to collect him or something. Stick him in a little Pokemon ball. wonder if Karl’s ever done that? I bet he would if he could.
Supermodel Baptise Giabiconi releases his first dance single.
There’s nothing I hate more than to see a nasty stereotype proven true – even when I’m the one perpetuating it.
Male models are not inherently clown heads, just like blondes ARE NOT inherently ditzy (I’m just a klutzy spaz who happens to fail at doing normal lifely things from time to time)
It pains me to rep so poorly for platinum kind, but it’s not like I spill food all over myself (every single day) intentionally.
There’s no way Baptiste Giabiconi tripped, landed on a motorcycle, sailed through a torrent of hair gel and straight into the frame of “Jersey Shore’s desert adventure”.
Way to take away my horny, Giabiconi!
If Derek Zoolander was with me right now, I’m confident that he would shun you for reinforcing the widely perceived notion that male models are better off keeping their mouths shut.
I appreciate the lulz, but how can I ever again watch you strut in a show without picturing that bobbing hand sweep? Without praying that you stop at the end of the runway to shout “Vats wong wits yoo mayne?” (Minute 1:01. Best part of the video).
*sigh* you know what they say, ladies; all the good fantasy men are taken, gay, or aspiring pop star clowns. I have a feeling Mr. Giabiconi is all of the above.
I guess we won’t be getting married any time soon… but that shouldn’t stop me from buying the 2011 Pirelli Calendar and making every month Baptiste month, now does it?
I mean, Lagerfeld boy toy/ hokey pop thing aside – he still looks like this: