la dolce vita.


Stone cold fox

Ms. Lara Stone... You take my breath away.. Once in awhile in the world of fashion, a girl arrives that knocks me off my feet. Sometimes it takes awhile for the obsession to set in, other times I see one photo and I am hooked. It sounds slightly obsessive, but I have no excuse. I find that women can be the most beautiful and interesting things on the earth. I become completely awe struck. I have been this way since I started reading fashion magazines when I was 11 years old. Models have always inspired me. Usually I develop this deep fascination with what a lot of normal people might call "the oddball". Cue Lara Stone. Born in Berlin, 23 years old, (bless her "elderly" model heart, I am 23 and in this business it takes a lot to make it this late) and absolutely gorgeous. She has this bone structure, I swear is carved out of marble. One of the most intense stares I have ever seen a model wear down the runway and a quirky, slightly cold smile. Being Dubbed "the anti-model" just makes her that much more appealing and since she walked 26 runways this fall/winter ready to wear, I am pretty sure a good amount of the industry tends to agree with me.

The best part of this ongoing obsession? Nobody is ever going to put her on the cover of Maxim. No beer chugging, white hat wearing, chauvinist pig jock, is EVER, ever, going to sit and sweat all over her photos. I like the feeling that she will never be exploited to the demographic of people I absolutely can not stand. Its kind of like loving a band that you know will never have a song on the radio. Or buying a vintage dress that you know some skank in Eden Prairie won't be sporting on a Saturday night at the Drink in uptown. (More on that in a future post). It is almost something sacred. No mass appeal. Terrific. Just the way everything should be. If the sheep follow something, I don't want anything to do with it.

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