My inbox held the magical invitation to the Fashion Television Host Hunt Afterparty at Rockwood this Thursday. Click in if you want to go. (Who says KC doesn't take care of her peeps?)
Anyhooo...
The FT host hunt leads into Canada's Next Top Model and of course that had me wonder where miss last year's winner is (aka - Andrea). Of course I caught Sisi strutting her fabulous self down the runway at Toronto Fashion Week looking like she owned it. However, like all the top models, invisibility seems to ensue.
So I, of course, wondered why this could be and with a little research I realized a few key points:
1. In 1991 the average size of a model was a size 6. During that time we were at the height of the Supermodel Era.
2. In the 1970's the average size of a model was a size 7/8 or about 135lbs (8% less than the average woman). This was the beginning of the Supermodel.
3. In 2007, the average size of a model is a size 0 or about 110lbs which translates to 23%
less than the average woman.
Ask yourself... Where is the Supermodel?
I don't think that has anything to do with coincidence. I think it's a simple fact: Women are drawn to shapes they can relate to. When the average size of a model equates to the average size of an 11 year old girl, then what do we have to relate to?
On average, I would say... nothing. Trust me, my cutie lil' booty will barely fit into the most generous of sizes at La Senza girl. The whole scene looks like an over stuffed sausage casing OR Mariah Carey on a fat day.
Yes.
I did go there.
So how did we lose the Supermodel?
Well here's my theory:
Make no mistake, the industry of fashion is one of marketing. Models are as disposable as the images they wear, because once you're yesterday's news, you need to step aside. The public gets bored fast, for example, who else is so over the UGGS trend or the Skinny Pant in Boot look?
Yep... me too.
So when your market's tastes get bored, you have to jazz it up with something new. And, when you're moving so fast, no wonder cocaine is the drug of choice... coincidentally that too keeps you thin.
So let me drive this puppy on home... Women have a group of overworked and coked out designers stressing on designing a line of clothing that will sell sell sell. This all needs to happen all in less than a 6 month window, twice a year. So do you think they have very many reflective surfaces?
No.
They have their circle of coked out designers and model friends stressing about their own issues. So they design clothes with that in mind.
Enter the fashion show, the emaciated models, manifestations of a cocaine dreams and martini chasers, take the catwalk. Everyone recoils in horror, at least most people did at Fashion week here. The shock really did resonate in an audible gasp, which by the lackadaisical designs confirmed that it had nothing to do with the fashion.
Then after a while, the audience relaxes, grooves to the music and when it's all done, we all feel guilty for wanting to eat. Brainwashing successful.
So the moment that happens- the moment you stop feeling beautiful in your skin and feel miles away from the contrived ideal from fashion shut ins, you just bought into the image they were selling.
Success! You just sold out!
Stay fierce, stay true and stop buying into an unrealistic ideal because the only way we will ever bring back the Supermodel will be the day when you are ready to look like her.
Get it?
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
I got tagged by a fellow blogger with the daunting task to outline the top five qualities of the archetypal Canadian male.
Let's rephrase that:
It's really important that I'm honest with the world at this moment. Can we share an intimate moment; writer to reader?
The man has got to be hot.
I want the quintessential Canadian male to be a dirty stinkin' hottie without shame or remorse.
In my head, he looks like this ---------------------------------->
Yeah, Freddie Ljungberg may be a Swedish footballer, but I am CONFIDENT there is at least one 6'+ Canadian that looks like this ---------------------------------------------------------------->
Again.
There MUST be a CANADIAN MAN who looks like ------------>
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Canadian men. This is your chance to step up to the plate and to show the world that you are.
----------------------------------------------------------> HOT!
In addition, you also possess the following qualities to round it off:
You are a renagade hottie with George Stroumboulopoulos' charisma, Trudeau's passion, Peter Gzowski's probing intellect and finally with a sense of culture that expands beyond the world of brand loyalty (Tim Horton's, I AM CANADIAN, St. Hubert's) and emcompasses all parts of Canadiana, including sports, arts, and comedy.
The sixth quality I'm happy to offer unsolicited. It is my pleasure, because that's what I do: I give.
Mr. Canadian Man will also have my name on a diamond solitaire with which he will use to propose to me on the Island of his Canadiana Cottage.
Where are my bitches with the blogs!? I tag:
Jax
Marty
I would tag more but I don't know that many people with blogs.
PS - You're all invited to the wedding, and no you cannot kiss the groom.
Promise.
DISCLAIMER: AIDAN PASCOE, THIS IS NOT YOU.
Last night rehearsal went until 10:30 so I was in bed at 11:30pm.
I got up early to do work and now I'm procrastinating for another 5 minutes before I truly have to move, get dressed, eat, do my make up and head to work.
However, before I do that I want to share with you my artistic depiction of me as a South Park Character.
Black Hoodie - check
Tongue Sticking Out - Check
Jeans - Check
My new little mp3 player camera phone because I'm too cheap to ever buy an Ipod - Check
Assymetrical hair cut - kind of check
Mascara - check
Will I make it to Rockwood tonight for the Naked News party?
I might have to try if only for 10 minutes so I can snap photos or something.
Anyone down to come with?
Monday, January 22, 2007
Do you love my wig? It's for Faust, it'll be covered by a hat, but, before that happens it's the perfect Chantootsie hair.
"Cigars? Cigarettes?"
So adorable.
Sunday, January 21, 2007
Oh, Robbie Williams, why do you display talent in such an unreasonably handsome exterior?
Ladies and Gentleman, Robbie's heard Madonna calling and he's answered in the form of a great synth pop ballad courtesy of The Pet Shop Boys.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, the video is great for "She's Madonna", Patricia Arquette, Robbie in drag, subtle references to Madge, heck it is a song about Madonna...
A SONG ABOUT MADONNA BASED UPON A BREAK UP CONVERSATION GUY RITCHIE GAVE TO THEN GIRLFRIEND TANIA STRECKER!
OOOH No he didn't!
OOOH yes he did! Imagine being dumped with the words "Look, you know I really love you, but she's Madonna!"
Carrie thought she had it bad with the Post-it note! I thought I had it bad with the email! But, no, the 6ft tall leggy supermodel of a tv presenter got it the worst. She got dumped by a guy who couldn't say "It's me it's you", but he could say "You're not Madonna. Sorry"
Apparently, love conquers all except for Madonna, who rules the world. And, since she does rule the world, don't fret, she gave Robbie the go ahead to release the track long ago. No word yet on what Ritchie said, but, it's probably safe to say that his opinion doesn't matter.
Or does it? Madonna, can you answer that one for him, please?