My life is complete now.
As a child, I used to have nightmares about mannequins coming alive.
I’m glad I’m not a child anymore because I think I would’ve shit my pants had I seen this live.
Fashion can be super scary sometimes.
I’m getting the gay itch. From watching the Leafs game, the Colts, Night Court and wearing a medium-sized shirt (I know!) this week, I feel like doing something gay this weekend. Maybe an all night gay dance party at a discoteque? A garty?
Thought this would be a beautiful framed poster in my home. Working on it. Yup.
I’ll all for inclusiveness, diversity and representation but I feel sad when a magazine has to purposely proclaim that it’s a plus-size portfolio. I think these hefty gals are super pretty and they’re great images by Solve Sundsbo. But it’s the shtickiness of these kinds of editorial agendas that annoy the hell out of me. I can’t enjoy the photographs and the fashion without imagining the editors of V Magazine sitting around going “This is our duty! We must try to make a difference in the world by doing this! We shall overcome!” This is beyond tokenism.
What do you think?