An Old Friend Returns, A New Face Appears

    Some months ago I lauded, or rather obsessed, over the delightful facial qualities of up-and-comer model Kolfinna Kristófersdóttir. Would you know it, the folks over at Another seem to have joined the fanclub too...

    Lensed by Ben Toms, and styled by Robbie Spencer, Mz. K was snapped for the AW 13 issue collections editorial alongside another of my new favorite new faces Kremi Otashliyska...

    ...Her eyebrows are what dreams are made of, and her piercing glare of disinterested detachement makes us wish we were cool enough to be her friend. Here's hoping we shall be seeing a lot more of the both of these funny faces.

     For the full editorial, see here

As We Know It...

    Repent! dear internet friends, for the end is nigh. Or so some doomsday sayers would have us believe...and as my imagination is always grasping for an excuse to run amok, I shall indulge.

    As the fateful date of doom approaches (rather conveniently on a Friday, it so happens), I have found myself in the throes of the inner contemplation that can only occur when one is face to face with imminent destruction. Such profound questions of high philosophical thought as...

    Which designers would I recruit for my survivalist retinue?...
    What terrible fashion choices of the past that I must atone for?...
    What outfit would I wear on the last day for future anthropologists to unearth?
 
  And, most provoking of all ruminations: in the case of the end coming in the form of nuclear holocaust, will Anna Wintour survive us all?

    I have to say, I've had my designer survival colony roster on lock for some time now (it all began back in my zombie apocalypse phase). To name a few: Gareth Pugh for his ability to summon fierce dominatrix-type armies, Meadham Kirchoff for their crafting skills, Sarah Burton for her ability to envision a new future for the group, and finally Karl Lagerfeld, for his mastery of multi-tasking and quotational quips of comedic relief (Choupette can come too).

    It's a tough call when it comes to the Last Outfit, but what I've finally decided upon is Look 09 from Pugh's ss07 collection...just to screw with the scientists and prove myself a nuisance even in death.

    As for my shameful Faux-Pas of yore, I shall be talking those to my early grave. Sorry to disappoint. And your guess is as good as mine when it comes to Vogue's infamous ice queen, although I'm sure that if she does, the New World will be a much more productive and orderly place (for some reason I am envisioning large screens with 'BIG EDITOR IS WATCHING YOU!' and hoards of chanting cardigan-ed interns...).

    Two things I do know for sure if we all pull through and avoid annihilation this Friday: 1) I will be spending my Saturday very hungover watching the weekly Spongebob marathon over a bowl of Fruit Loops, and 2) I will be much more present on my blog. Nothing better to get re-motivated than a near death experience!

    So adieu for now, and much more to ensue in whatever future may come...