Tatiana, our favorite anonymous fashion model, has got her long-fingered, well-manicured hands on the not-so-svelte September issues of our "favorite" ladymags. Below, Tatiana trains her model's eye on the fashion editorials in the newest issue of Glamour...and finds a lot to be encouraged by.Normally Glamour — aside from having terrible covers and terrible writers — also underwhelms me with its fashion. Sometimes it's so lifestyle-y and light I feel like I've mistakenly picked up a catalog; except of course for the fact that all the shit pictured still has the inflated designer pricetags. Imagine, then, my surprise in finding September's issue actually contains one of my favorite fashion stories so far this season — "I Want Fun Fashion!" romps through the countryside with eight pages of color and spunk and pretty floral dresses I now have to covet. All that, plus smiling models, unidentified models, lampshades on models' heads, and one smokin' hot biracial model, after the jump.
SThis shoot could have totally gone into the territory of whimsical, self-consciously "eccentric," kitsch-for-kitsch's-sake — why yes, that is an antiqued birdcage you spy in that charming wooden canoe — but instead the whole thing, from the props and setting to Sabina Karlsson's nonchalant badminton-guitar, just puts me in a good mood. The model on the right, Valeria Garcia, isn't even wearing high heels. Hot.
SAnd can we pause for a minute to dwell on Sabina K's gorgeousness? Those freckles. That hair. Her smile. Her tooth gap! She even has a blog (unfortunately she doesn't write it in English). Sabina, who is Swedish and Gambian, came in second on Sweden's Next Top Model. The girl who beat her seems to be working mainly as a parts model — proving that all is right with the world and that taking pole position in anything-NTM doesn't necessarily mean shit on the fashion front lines. In fact, being second or third is (well, nearly always) better.
SFor future reference: whenever anyone on a shoot breaks out "lampshade hula dance" as a concept, know that you've strayed far from the realm of taste.
SThis picture just makes me want to live in a house in the country with my best friend and run around in Best Costumes for the Day while collecting vintage luggage and globes where we mark our travels with pushpins. And then we would cool our impeccably shod heels with evening games of Scrabble and drink strong coffee from dinky floral china teacups.
SWho the hell is this girl? Why do they crop off her head? And why does Glamour, like so many magazines, insist on never crediting its models, anyway?
SI often wonder just why it is that this particular emanation of the hands-on-hips pose has come to dominate women's fashion recently. Ordinarily, holding your arms akimbo gives you good posture, as well as flattening your stomach and sticking out your boobs. But this pose does the opposite — bending your wrists backwards so you can brace your hands against your abdomen and thrusting your shoulders forward turns your chest into a hollow, gives you freakish man hands, and your weirdly angled arms always look as if they were photographed from behind and then digitally stuck back onto your torso. When you see this pose from the side, the model inevitably looks hunchbacked. Why do women sell dresses to other women with this pose at least 15 times per magazine?
SOh my God, Glamour's using Sabina, a model of color, in two of this issue's three shoots! Please tell me this is progress. Hair and beauty editorials are often the exclusive domain of lily-white, oh, let's say, Argentines and Brazilians (such as, ahem, Vanessa Cruz and Valeria Garcia, the other subjects of this hair editorial), as though the magazine's black audience didn't exist. Is this an appropriate coda for the Glamour black hair fiasco? Maybe! In any case, Sabina looks hot with purple eyeshadow. And it totally made my day that they didn't spackle over her freckles.