The Empire Strikes Back

Why we should all read V Magazine, or at least worship it. 

DISCLAIMER: I AM IN NO WAY, SHAPE OR FORM A FAN OF NAOMI CAMPBELL. 

I actually can't stand her, and if it wasn't for her YSL print ads then we'd all be better off with her getting fat somewhere with no one to throw Crackberries at. THAT BEING SAID, I'm shedding light onto "The Empire Strikes Back," a FUCKING FABULOUS photo spread shot by Mario Sorrenti (and styled by Jane How) for the 54th edition of V Magazine, August '08. A little late yes, but upon finding these images online I believe it is necessary for them to be shared. This 26 page spread stands as one of my all-time favorites, and I would suggest to anyone without that particular issue to back order it immediately. Mario Sorrenti is a God; the innovation and composition behind his photographs is absolutely magnificent. I love these images, and although it makes me throw up just a bit in my mouth to say it, Naomi is stunning in every one. Enjoy, as I have.

The following is a selection of images from the 26 page spread:

Truly an inspiration, in my eyes.

SOURSE: http://www.fashion-ation.net/category/women/post/49/v-magazine-naomi-campbell.aspx

The Beauty Bar Adventure

Here's a simple yet amazing adventure I've decided to put down for the records:  

Last Wednesday night was definitely one of unexpected pleasure. After my sad excuse for a "temporary license" was rejected at the door of MYHOUSE, Pepe and I decided not to let our energetic spirits be hampered by the unfortunate event. 

After some discussion we decided to stop by Beauty Bar for a beer and some fancy footwork. Although finding our way to the bar included the early spring chill and a few sidewalk-blocks, we made it to our destination with my flimsy temporary license in tow (and yes, because this particular door man did not have some ridiculous objective to prove that night, it passed). 

After ordering two Stella's (our usual choice) we were not-so-politely surprised to find the DJ spinning a rather uneducated selection of Hip-Hop tunes, along with a oddly assorted crowd to boot. We did not let this deter us however, opting 

to keep to ourselves at the end of the bar, which ended up being the best move, because we soon realized a scattered wad of cash lying near Pepe's feet. 

Quite a score I might add, a total of $53 in all, which was later used in aiding my addiction to steeply-priced high fashion magazines (Free V Magazine and i-D for me BITCH!). 

After holding each other in the back room and discussing certain annoyances and pleasures in our lines of work, as well as spending some time admiring the beautician displays that become Beauty Bar and the strangely clad crowd, we finally bowed out. We then purchased my beloved magazines (as well as one for my Pepe) and headed home. Hand in hand we past the tasteless lingerie store we had eyed earlier (a previous purchase plan that was foiled by the store being closed), posed against a fabulously pink wall off of Cahuenga and made a quick spot at McDonald's for some soft serve goodness and french fries. 

In the car we jammed along to my new musical obsession, "Melt Down the Knives" by Sin Fang Bous and a few tunes by everyone's old favorite, Crystal Castles. Finally after a few more occurrences of debauchery not to be unveiled at this time, we made it home. And after sipping some cold red wine that created a few twisted faces on both our parts, we slipped under the covers... 

THE END (for now)

...Maybe you just had to be there. 

In this note:

   http://www.amazon.com/Melt-Down-The-Knives/dp/B001KWJ544

http://www.amazon.com/Crystal-Castles/dp/B0013KCCKC

http://www.i-DMagazine.com

http://www.VMagazine.com