These three images number amongst a thirteen page spread W mag did on Kate Moss for their March 2012 issue.
I think photographer Steven Klein did an astounding job capturing Ms. Moss’ impregnable, enigmatic aura.
Say what you will about Kate Moss; she’s an amazing model.
*Photographs by Steven Flein. Styling by Edward Enninful
These three images number amongst a thirteen page spread W mag did on Kate Moss for their March 2012 issue.
I think photographer Steven Klein did an astounding job capturing Ms. Moss’ impregnable, enigmatic aura.
Say what you will about Kate Moss; she’s an amazing model.
*Photographs by Steven Flein. Styling by Edward Enninful
Photos by Amelia Rose Blaire
If you haven’t seen the parody Sh*t Fashion Girls Say, you are missing out big time. Prior to watching, I thought I was an original. Turns out I’m a total cliché who characterises peeps (myself included) based on Sex and the City characters and overuses the word “obsessed.”
I stole today’s blog title from this webisode. It aptly describes 80% of the shoes I own; and today’s featured Lanvin sandals are nooo exception.
Wearing recently purchased Current/Elliot jeans and an old Zara coat. I love when I get something new and it perfectly compliments something I already own.
I’m SO HONORED to be featured in Style Archive today!! I had so much fun being interviewed and am truly humbled by this incredibly flattering article.
You can check out my favorite snippet below, or click here to read the complete piece!! xxx
*Photos by Amelia Rose Blaire*
My variation of a “power suit?” A Burberry Prorsum tuxedo jacket paired with J.Brand leather pants (gifted). Don’t ask why, but I always feel most myself and most powerful in leather; whether it’s a leather jacket, shorts, or pants. Maybe I’m harboring a repressed rockstar fantasy.
To avoid looking like Johnny Cash (love him, but all black isn’t my thing), I threw on vintage Francois Pinton sunnies and a Missoni halter top that I snagged at Saks when I was seventeen. Literally. I don’t know what I’m more amazed/disturbed by. That I can recall the store of said purchase years later…or that I can still fit into adolescent clothes. It’s a tossup.
Added my Chloe Sevigny for Opening Ceremony tranny/hooker boots for a dose of drama/ “lady of the night” vibe. Subsequently, I wear these bad boys with discretion; now, anyway.
I once made the mistake of wearing these six inch platforms to the dog park (pragmatism and I are not well acquainted), and practically broke my leg. I soon took them off, but not before some random dude came up to me and said, “I think I speak for all the guys here when I say we appreciate your effort.”
The way I see it, if my outfits are fodder for amusement, I’ve done my job.
