In The Meanwhile...

(Editor's note: I know I have not been blogging as often as I should and I'm so behind in fashion years it's not even funny. But I have a good enough excuse, I been dealing with "life things" that need my priority attention. I'm working on different projects to get my career going and hopefully pump up the content of the blog. I know you'll understand since you love me so much...just like I do, too).

I don't read Rolling Stone, since they cover so much music and politics that disinterest me, but they got my attention with their new issue. The name says it all --GAGA-- is in the cover semi-naked, wearing a leather-harness bra and bottom, armed with two gun machines ready to kill. The weapons covering much of the bra gives the illusions that they're protruding from the bra, but for some reason it reminds me of Madonna's Gaultier bra from back in the day. The cover and the story inside the issue was photographed by my fav naughtiest photog Terry Richardson and styled by none other than the talented Nicola Formichetti (on his blog, he species that the bra Gaga is wearing was custom made by David Samuel Menkes and the shoes are not Mcqueen, they're by Norikata Tatehana, now ROGER THAT!)

"WHEN I WAKE UP IN THE MORNING I FEEL JUST LIKE ANY OTHER INSECURE 24-YEAR OLD GIRL, THEN I SAY, 'BITCH YOU ARE LADY GAGA, YOU GET UP AND WALK THE WALK TODAY'."

(Yes, I had to put this quote up in CAPITALS, because it's that good, and if you're offended, too bad, nobody likes a victim)

(And also I had to post the same picture, so you can admire the shoe-art, now gag)

In the issue, Gaga "tells all", and that means she opens up about the name change from "Germanotta" to "Gaga" (pause)...Have you ever heard of an uglier name? No offense, but that's seriously one of the most repugnant names I ever heard, but then again the transition to "GAGA" is perhaps one the best decisions she has ever made, musically. She also goes to root her success on the break-up from her East Village boyfriend five years ago (Awww!). And she doesn't fail to mention that she's not sexually active, "sex is certainly not, like, a priority at the moment" which vaguely brings me back to what some rapper said a while back, clamming he would "do" her, so I guess this goes to him and the rest of his goons. Furthermore, she even goes political, "Why are we still talking about 'Don't ask, don't tell'? -- "It's like what fucking year is it? It makes me crazy!" This is one of the reasons I like this lady. Unlike most of her counterparts, she says what she thinks, and it's not scared of what people are going to say and she loves the gays (groundbreaking!). Lastly, she gives a glimpse of her next album, in a a true cookery/bakery form (for the smart ones), "I have been for three years baking cakes -- and now I'm going to bake a cake that has a bitter jelly. The message of the new music is now more bitter than it was before. Because the sweeter the cake, the more bitter the jelly can be." --- I love a sweet cake with a bitter jelly in it. 

You must be living under a rock, or must have a turban pinsack over your head (as Anna once said) to not know what's going on in South Africa right now. The biggest sporting event (yes, it is) THE World Cup is unfolding and that means my television is on ESPN almost all day, simultaneously flipping back and forth to catch up on Wimbledon. I been a Brasil fan since forever, but I'm also rooting for Portugal and Italy (though they already lost). I'm rooting for Portugal for the simple reason that Cristiano Ronaldo is playing on that team -- which is the whole point of the editorial above. The spread it's called "Footballers' wives" shot by Sebastian Faena and styled by de Dudzeele. The photographs screamed tabloid tackiness as well, the clothes look cheap, trite and the attempt to make the women look sexy crosses boundaries of sluttishness. I was expecting more from V and I'm just appalled that this spread was even given thought to be done and printed in the pages of the magazine. What happened to the taste level? The only thing that I find worthy here is the stylist's attempt to transform male model Simon Nessman into a version of Cristiano Ronaldo. The wet, gelled, wavy dark hair; putty lips and "pretty boy" earrings. Check out the rest of the spread here, NSFW. 

I wanted to post these pictures up not to demonize them, but just to serve as a vague intro to a future World Cup post I'm working on. You thought that was it? Not even. 

The spread was shot by Terri Tsiolis and styled by Simons Robins and features chocolate models: Reina Montero, Jeneil Williams, Sedene Blake, Shena Moulton and Aminata Niaria. 

The July issue of Vogue Russia has an editorial with black models, enough said. 

The 2011 Resort collections are set and done as well as the S/S 2011 Men's season. Not to mention Couture is right around the corner. And I haven't said a word, but if we're friends on Facebook, then you might have read my thoughts on a few of the collections. A sentence about a collection is not a valid "say" for the most influential designers in the business, an 8-year old can do that. I'm not a Suzy Menkes, but I tend to wrap my mind and fathom the idea/content/inspiration behind each collection and then make an "analysis" of it. It's just within me to look at fashion in a non-label-whorish way and try to dig deeper than the surface. I will soon post my thoughts on the best collections for Resort and the men's season as well. I know this post looks random as hell, which is what I wanted to look like anyways. And yeah, one more thing...

MEOWWW!!!!!

Givenchy Spring/Summer 2011