Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Readin' Rollin' Stone/ Readin' Vogue

SO I've been having a perve around the internet at the photography of the ever-controversial photographer Terry Richardson, and I have to say, I like him. A lot.

Here's Terry with his BFF, fellow cool-guy-on-the-circuit Olivier Zahm of Purple Magazine.

Born in NYC and raised in Hollywood, Terry started off in a punk band in Hollywood High. I mean, let's not lie, the dude is a proper letchy son of a gun, but I genuinely think his work, for the most part, reflects the brash glamour of American culture, and a grungy-arty-"I'm just shooting my awesome grungy/cool life here" attitude. Pammy sucking on a lolly, the Gossip Girl girls coquettishly sharing an ice-cream cone, Eniko/Magdalena/Freja/Abbey love in for Purple, the list goes on. To be fair, he's not all three-way girl-on-girl kissing and boobs, he's a hugely successful and legit photographer, shooting
campaigns for everyone including YSL, Gucci and Chloe, and I'd wager he's in print in at least one glossy at all times - he shot a good chunk of the current V Magazine's current "size issue" (which by the way I'm a big fan of , even if it is a little steriotypical of the whole size debate, but that's another day's post), and, most legitimately, the Barack Obama. As well as being a famous and highly sough-after photog, he's also a bittof a celecrity at this stage. Almost always sporting a plaid shirt, glasses, armful of tattoos, and adopting his usual thumbs up pose, he crops up in social photos everywhere from Vogue to V. According to his website, he's currently working on his first feature film. Exciting.. I'll leave you with some of my faves from the catalogue.

The very racy Purple photoshoot. This is one of the least dirty..

One of the images form V's current issue on the Size Debate.

Terry and the Pres. How cool?

An editorial about tights.

This is a good set; he did a for Men's Vogue, showcasing watches (love a good watch), and featuring himself. Well worth a look at the full set.

Anna Selezneva for YSL. What's not to like?

Now, I'm not a huge Lindsay fan, but I love this - she looks so put together, but for some reason my heart breaks a bit for the poor girl. What Went Wrong, like?

Paris Vogue cover.

Obv this is just a small selection. Check out his website, or his tumblr (updated daily which is great). Or just google him. Maybe turn off your safe browsing, just in case...

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Oh gosh MORE

I'm going to have to start changing nail colour every day to justify the amount of polish I'm hoarding these days...

Part of the new MAC Warm and Cozy collection (which is well worth a look by the way, lot's of shimmery things to make you look like you just roll out of bed looking flawless and pearly), it's called Blissed Out, and is much prettier than the internet gives it justice. Beigey (my current favorite colour palette), with a little bit of pink and slightly shimmery. Lovely. I'mma go buy it tomorrow. Sure, it's only 11 quid and an excellent way to beat the slight back to college funk I'm in.

I would say this is it for the nail post for a while but I'd be lying.

I know, I know...

....I need to stop posting the evidence of my online creeping on Alice Dellal. But I just can't help it, she's just too cool. In fairness, I didn't just search her this time, I'm looking for new tattoo ideas. Here she is (y'know, my mate Alice) co-hosting the new Mario Testino book in Rio. Cos like, y'know, she's half brazillian.

Photos Derek Blasberg and Linlee Allen

PS. You should definitely have a flick through Derek Blasberg's best of 2009 on V Mag's site. Basically exactly what I wish my life photographed like.

Sunday, January 10, 2010

I like your top. Can I have it?

I don't have much by way of words today. Those crazy kids down at Come as Soon as You Hear had this brilliant idea, and it was pulled off immensly well, despite the nutso weather (which people need to stop bitching about by the way). In fact, I think it was made better by the fact that it was fairly tricky to get into to town - it meant that everyone there wasdetermined to beat the weather and have a good time. Plus, you've got to be a bit mad if you're going out drinking in the minus degrees.

The idea behind the night was you go, have a drink, have a dance, and every time the klaxon sounds you swap an item of clothing. People got into so it. There was nudity. There was accidental loss of favorite jumpers. There was a mexican wrestling mask floating around.

Swap as Soon as You Hear

I find this mildly terrifying. Gloria V body by AA, great fun to wear on a night out.

I'm in the process of hunting down this girl's RING.

I actually think it kinda suits him..

Swap swap swap!

Thursday, January 7, 2010

Let's make better mistakes tomorrow.

So I know, I'm a few days late in this, but it's New Years(sortof)! I know everyone says that January is the most depressing month, but I have such mad love for this time of year. It always feels like a new start, and even though I'm skint broke, it's freeeezing and the Christmas hype is sadly ending, I'm feeling oddly optimistic and cheery. I've got new hair, there's a new term starting in college (and I swear this is the term I get my act together and stop being such a shambles of a student), I have lots of friends who I really quite like, and I have a few very exciting projects happening in the next few months. So instead of resolutions I'm really just making plans, and planning on remaining busy and happy. Sounds good, right? ....Happy 2010.

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

New Year New Hair

So a while ago I said how much I wished I had the balls to do the Dellal half-buzz hair thing. Having been thinking about it for a while in a sortof "ohgod, yeah, but I'd never actually" kind of way, a few days ago I decided, screw it, if I can't shave off half my hair when I'm twenty, when can I? Plus, it's the start of a new decade for chrissake, you've got to do something. So having debated and debated and got the advice of my many stylish mates, I decided to leave it up to fate; instead of booking an appointment, I was going to walk into the salon my friend Ali was having her hair cut in that day (Style Club on South William Street, where I'd wager about 90%of Dublin buzzcuts are happening), and if they had space free then I'do it. Went in, and the place was a ghost town (yeah, it was a random Tuesday afternoon). So I did it. The girl who cut my hair was Marina, a really lovely french girl who'd had her head partly shaved before and had really similar hair to me (think and curly), and we had the classic "are you sure?" moment as she chopped off a sizeable chunk of my hair. She didn't actually shave it, just cut it very close with a scissors and comb. I love it. So pleased. You hardly notice it until you look properly, it just looks like I've got it tucked behind my ear.. I'm going back soon to get another chunk taken away, the line between hair and no hair is a bit scraggly looking...

My hair before the buzz.

After the chop. (And straightened, which is unusual..)