This is hardly news but it just occurred to me how many lesbian fashion models there seem to be around the shop these days, and so many of them Australian. Something in the water, perhaps?
I don't know about you, but I reckon when you've been as genetically blessed as these here girlies, it is your responsibility as a member of the human race to procreate.
Lolcats, just kidding. Lez on, ladies.
1) Abbey Lee Kershaw, pictured here with rumoured lady-love, Freja Beha Erichsen, on the set of the new Chanel campaign:
2) Everyone's favourite bogan from Logan, Catherine McNeil, who has been linked (what an awful word) to Ruby Rose, below.
3) Ruby Rose, recently showed off some serious modelling chops in Australian Vogue. And that bastion of jounalistic integrity, The Herald Sun, even coined the phrase 'Celebra-dyke' to describe her. Christ.
4) L-O-L-A Lola. I'm just going by that Herald Sun article, so don't take this one as gospel. She may have never ever kissed a woman before.
5) The third player in the Ruby Rose/ Lola story. I can't say I've ever heard of Lindsay Anne (I'm going to trust her agent, Chadwick's, spelling of her name over the Herald Sun's) before reading the article.
I went to a certain party Bounanza with every intention of taking photos of everyone and thing I saw. Sadly I must have been having too much fun to document the night properly. My camera was devoid of any images but for some mysterious shadowy textures - and these:
I guess that says it all, really.
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I just saw the movie LOL at the French Film Festival and it was great! Basically like a frog version of Skins - something I'm totally cool with. It was filled with lovely teenagers drinking, screwing and smoking (tut). Lou Lesage was one of them:
I think her style is cute and she must be doing something right in fashion world as she's been spotted in the front row at a Chanel show.
Also her face is a somewhat clunkier version of one of my perennial favourites, Leslie Caron:
"I had no idea how the picture would resonate with people. But it has been the image I've been asked about the most. For some reason, people are just fascinated with it - more than any model, house or celebrity I've ever shot. Everyone wants to know about the pastel cats."
When it comes to the Archibald Prize, I generally like two in every 50 or so paintings. That said, I really really like Tim Storrier by McLean Edwards:
Partly because is makes me think this jacket, being sold by Regal Beagle Vintage on Etsy, would be a really good idea
I'm not wrong, I'm sure.
p.s. Is it a gabardine suit that Tim is wearing? As soon as I saw the painting, America by Simon and Garfunkle started playing in my head ("she said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy"). But now that we're here, at the end of all things, I guess I don't really know what a gabardine suit is. Am i just getting it mixed up with plaid?
p.p.s. Maybe "she said the man in the gaberdine suit was a spy"!! That's another thing all together!
I am fiending this Topshop umbrella like no one's business:
Every time I opened it I could be all like "Ooh I'm just a poor old 19th century widow... in the rain."
It would be gnar.
I've had unfulfilled umbrella longings ever since I was a child and spotted the perfect one in a shop window. It was totally plain, black, on the outside, but on the inside was printed Monet's Water Lilies. I've since seen plenty with the painting printed on the outside but am yet to rediscover that Holy Grail of umbrellas.
Anyway at the moment I'm making do with a pretty pale-blue umbri that has a lovely darker blue leather handle. The only problem is that I suspect it's actually a parasol. Yeah... it definitely isn't water proof.
Am currently lusting over the work of stylist Cassandra Scott-Finn. It is sexy sexy sexy. How much does the model in this pic remind you of Anthony in the Chili Peppers' Scar Tissue video? Heaps she does.
Today at uni I saw one of the thinnest people I have ever encountered in real life. She was fashionably dressed. Even if I had not noticed her for her frame, she would have been conspicuous in her thick stockings and layered garments underneath a grey, chunky-knit cardigan on what was a sweltering day. I tried not to stare.
The first thought that came to my mind when I saw her painfully thin legs was that of photographs of half-starved concentration camp survivors.
One week earlier the shower scene from Schindler's List had popped into my head as I walked naked up the steps of the Sydney Opera House, alongside several thousand other (similarly un-garbed) people who had come to be photographed by Spencer Tunick.
There isn't really any point to this post and I don't have a conclusion, but since seeing this girl I have been struck by the idea that, in her tiny tiny body, she seemed so close to not existing at all.
Here is Lucian Freud's portrait of Kate Moss:
Sometimes it feels really good to see some luxurious flesh.