no it's not bill kaulitz (another mix tape)

I'm kind of ashamed to say this, but Andrej Pejic completely reminds me of Bill Kaulitz. And not just because they're both unbelievably androgynous. They share mannerisms in the way they speak and act in interviews (not that I spend my life on youtube thanks vair much).

I wish I could sit down and have a conversation with Andrej. Maybe at a bookstore or Starbucks or some other innocuous place. He is just a fascinating creature. So in light of my recent discovery of androgyny-themed songs by Garbage, I made this mix tape:

Please go on over here and listen to Cherry Lips. If you pay attention to the lyrics, it's as if it was written specially for Andrej.

And look how awesome and artsy I am! I drew the cover based off this Andrej editorial in Oyster Magazine!

I cut out the roses (from this photo of Andrej) and pasted them onto my drawing. And in case you're wondering, the bottom corner reads "boys' room." 

And on a separate but still model-related note:

???

That's what came up when I was searching for Ethan's Ey! Magateen interview (which I still haven't found by the way). So if anyone owns a readable copy of the interview, do send it over.

you've been ID'ed!

This is a slightly crap post because of the ongoing stress of final exams and such. Basically, there are three things:

1. I joined the Independent Fashion Bloggers network. I haven't quite figured it all out yet, but if you want to receive 100 e-mails over the course of 3 hours in which people introduce themselves, I highly recommend it. I've found a ton of great sites through these 100 e-mails, though.

2. Ethan James started a site (click here) about a month ago. It's basically his photography; no drunken rants or Youtube videos, no Twitter feed or statuses containing inside model-jokes that I can chortle at but will never actually understand.

3. Through the link on Ethan's website (it leads to a very Inside Model Joke-type blog; trust me, there's an abundance of Charlie Westerberg), I found this gif that makes me indescribably happy — it depicts an explosion and some cigarette smoke, so there's really no logic to why I like it so much.

that's ethan james' bouche, btw.

Can we please pause for a moment and consider how super-scary it is that I identified, that I ID'ed, Ethan James' mouth from a gif that doesn't even show the top three-quarters of his face? i got me sum prowess in the field of male model-ing.

^ me in a past life.

Andrej is the 98th Sexiest Woman in the World, et. al

FMH released its ever-important list of "100 Sexiest Women," and one of the magazine's awesomely manly and intelligent writers made a little oopsie: he crowned Andrej Pejic, a male model, 98th Sexiest Woman in the World. And then, this dumb writer tried to compensate for his mistake by making snarky comments about Andrej's looks. He was probably just mad Andrej is like, 1,000,000 times prettier than his girlfriend, or "escort," or whatever he probably has. (I am just too clever!) Here is an excerpt from FMH's article on Andrej:


Although his sexual identity is ambiguous, designers are hailing him as the next big thing. We think ‘thing’ is quite accurate. Tall, skinny, and flat-chested, Andrej is considered in couture circles as the “perfect coat-hanger” for high fashion garments, moving the industry on from hot girls who look dangerously boyish to just boys who look like girls. Having managed to get away with it in campaigns for Marc Jacobs and Jean Paul Gaultier, the blonde gender-bender has jumped the gun in hoping he might one day be signed as a Victoria’s Secret Model (Pass the sick bucket). Well, he might have a hard time keeping it a secret then.


And here is what New York Magazine said in response:


Right, pass the sick bucket because no matter what they say, they are still endorsing Pejic as the 98th sexiest "woman" of the year. So he is sexier, by FHM standards, than number 100 on the list,Izabel Goulart, who is a Victoria's Secret model. If we were to guess what may have happened in the writing of this story, knowing what little we do about straight males who make a living at a magazine that helps other straight men assert their masculinity, is some straight male who writes for FHM saw photos of Pejic, mistook him for a woman, found out he was actually a man, and wrote this snide article to show his fellow bros at the magazine how blatantly not attracted he is to androgynous dudes, despite actually thinking one is hot. Then, maybe, he went out, had a Miller Lite at Hooters, and told his work buddies the next day he spent the night blowing lines off of strippers that totally wanted to have unprotected sex with him.


aaaamen. 

haters 'gon hate. we luv u andrej! xoxoxox

I'm pretty sure these are the steps I saw Matt Hitt on, except I'm probably making that up in my mind since there are what, like ten million stoops in the City?

Look at them being all model-like with their portfolios.

postergirl(boy)s

General Housekeeping Stuff and a Poem

I added a related posts thing! It shows up under each post and is super handy and I hope you use it to view older posts that will soon be buried under all the clutter on this blog.

I got around to watching that yesterday, and I think it's quite amusing. Though it must sort of suck to be James Franco's brother. That's a lot of stuff to live up to — the multiple college degrees, acting projects and Oscar nominations. But I'm sure Dave is doing pretty well. I mean, he's James Franco's brother.


Also, I found out about slam poet Katie Makkai (more specifically, her poem "Pretty") via Ashly of Buzznet. Here is a video of Katie performing the poem as well as a transcript. 

Pretty by Katie Makkai

"When I was just a little girl, I asked my mother, 'What will I be? Will I be pretty? Will I be pretty? Will I be pretty?' What comes next? Oh right, 'will I be rich?' Which is almost pretty depending on where you shop. And the pretty question infects from conception, passing blood and breath into cells. The word hangs from our mothers' hearts in a shrill fluorescent floodlight of worry.

'Will I be wanted? Worthy? Pretty?' But puberty left me this funhouse mirror dryad: teeth set at science fiction angles, crooked nose, face donkey-long and pox-marked where the hormones went finger-painting. My poor mother. 

'How could this happen? You'll have porcelain skin as soon as we can see a dermatologist. You sucked your thumb. That's why your teeth look like that! You were hit in the face with a Frisbee when you were 6. Otherwise your nose would have been just fine!

Don't worry. We'll get it fixed!' She would say, grasping my face, twisting it this way and that, as if it were a cabbage she might buy. 

But this is not about her. Not her fault. She, too, was raised to believe the greatest asset she could bestow upon her awkward little girl was a marketable facade. By 16, I was pickled with ointments, medications, peroxides. Teeth corralled into steel prongs. Laying in a hospital bed, face packed with gauze, cushioning the brand new nose the surgeon had carved.

Belly gorged on 2 pints of my blood I had swallowed under anesthesia, and every convulsive twist of my gut like my body screaming at me from the inside out, 'What did you let them do to you!'

All the while this never-ending chorus droning on and on, like the IV needle dripping liquid beauty into my blood. 'Will I be pretty? Will I be pretty? Like my mother, unwrapping the gift wrap to reveal the bouquet of daughter her $10,000 bought her? Pretty? Pretty.'

And now, I have not seen my own face for 10 years. I have not seen my own face in 10 years, but this is not about me. 

This is about the self-mutilating circus we have painted ourselves clowns in. About women who will prowl 30 stores in 6 malls to find the right cocktail dress, but haven't a clue where to find fulfillment or how wear joy, wandering through life shackled to a shopping bag, beneath those 2 pretty syllables. 
This, this is about my own some-day daughter. When you approach me, already stung-stayed with insecurity, begging, 'Mom, will I be pretty? Will I be pretty?' I will wipe that question from your mouth like cheap lipstick and answer, 'No! The word pretty is unworthy of everything you will be, and no child of mine will be contained in five letters.

You will be pretty intelligent, pretty creative, pretty amazing. But you, will never be merely 'pretty.''"


Speaking of pretty people (awful transition), here's an interview with Ethan James that makes me respect him so much more. I love the fact that he is actually dedicated to the fashion industry and is not just a model for the easy money. I sound like such a horrible person, posting the poem "Pretty" and then showing a video of a model. But Ethan is good. You good Ethan.

SUITCASE LIKE U: Ethan James for StyleLikeU.com from StyleLikeU on Vimeo.


And though I don't always buy into the whole "anti modern-day- society" thing, I think the poem is quite meaningful.

Teenage Music Festivals and Lemonade Lipgloss

That's basically what comes to mind when someone says "Summer." I've been getting into my Summer Mode by listening to awful, catchy, house-party type pop songs. Mostly by 3OH!3. When I was in 8th grade I went to the Warped Tour and I thought I was so awesome because I got to hang out with 16 year old fan girls wearing too much makeup and ripped fishnets with skate shoes. 3OH!3 was there but I skipped their set because I wanted to stand on line for the Escape the Fate signing (don't judge, they weren't as creepy back then). I was basically hyperventilating for the three seconds I was within a one-foot vicinity of Max Green. Then the security guy told me to move. But the best part, at least in my 8th-grade mind, was the fact that I was front row middle for Escape the Fate's set. Looking back, I'm not going to deny that it was fun. I got kicked in the head multiple times but y'know at least I experienced having my eardrums blown out with angst-y, melodramatic "alternative rock," and screaming myself hoarse. Many of the kids that attend Warped Tour have side-bangs (usually with neon streaks), and are the type that make themselves up for Photobooth pictures and post "artsy" photos they got off "we heart it" on their super artsy tumblr. It's an enthusiastic crowd.

this is a photo from Warped '09, the year I went. luk @ those monkeys!

So here's to Summer I guess.

This Teen Vogue editorial is more Fall than Summer, but I imagine they are the super glamorous high fashion teenagers that would attend a Warped Tour exclusively for models. If they lost the blazers and gloves it would be perf.

SuchaTeen. Cole Mohr.

this would be a summer in Tuscany. Crystal Renn.

Customellow. Ethan James and Cole.

garden party!

Vogue Paris

Lenz Von Johnston

Anja Rubik 

mickey headpiece by Jeremy Scott. He's the epitome of summer fun.

I am also helplessly reminded of Pink Lemonade Lip Smackers.

commando

dainty.

simon nessman

headpiece by Alexander McQueen

Cole Mohr for Dazed & Confused

Andrej Pejic for Vogue Paris

Ethan James for Bullett Magazine

Freja Beha Erichsen for Vogue Nippon (?)

Nikki Sixx has a new book! It's titled "This is Gonna Hurt" and is a compilation of Sixx's dark photography depicting deformed individuals and other "shocking" images. It's reminiscent of Gottfried Helnwein's work — Sixx even stated in his video for the book that he aims to "dig into the things that really scare you." That being said, there is a fine line between "sensationalist" and "artistic." Sixx has an amazing creative process, but I feel like a lot of the images in this book are more freak-show than artistic. But I guess all art has to have that sensationalist element to it — whether it be deformity or insane perfection — or else it won't quite stick in our minds. 

okay I don't really like the cover. but still. 

Nikki Sixx is my favorite member of Motley Crue so I'm definitely going to check out this book as soon as I can.

Rainbow Hair is For Boys

butterfly windchime

These are patches I cut from a piece of fabric I found at school. I'll probably sew them onto a shirt or jacket. I'm also planning to hand-stud a denim motorcycle jacket I got for $20 off Hot Topic. I'm going to try and emulate this design, except inverted:

Radioactive Flesh

Also, today I was wishing I was a boy because this hair is completely rad:

Ethan James

If I had bangs like those I would probably bump into a lot of stuff, though I sort of already do. The tips of my bangs get into my eyeballs and make me tear up, which is not always the most convenient thing. However, I'm considering getting rid of my them (the bangs, not my eyes) because I get frustrated when I can't blow-dry them perfectly straight and symmetrically. It's an everyday ordeal you guys.

I'm enamored of ombre hair as well as light-brown hair with pastel streaks. I want to give it a try seeeeeeewwwwww badly but I want it to look amazing and the only way that's going to happen is if I shovel out a truckload of money at Bumble & Bumble or something.

Alexa Chung's ombre hair is something I'd try. We have the same natural hair color, it's foolproof. 

This was in Teen Vogue awhile ago. I love it but I would look awful with a hair that light. I'd have to adapt it with a darker brown base color. Of course this is all in my imagination because my parents will probably say no.

Karlie Kloss.

coal more

coll morr

cole mohr

I love this why am I not a boy?

that's not me.

bye.

P.S. I don't actually want to be a boy.