Showing posts with label House of Style. Show all posts
Showing posts with label House of Style. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Beautiful but Overpaid, and Vacuous.

Are you smarter than a supermodel? Sybil Buck does the legwork (and cheesy interpretive dance style acting) to find out in this vintage House of Style clip.



How the hell did that girl know the capital of Mongolia? Cudos, my pretty friend, cudos!

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Ten Grand, Or I Sleep.

The recent resurgence of Madame Linda Evangelista (that's her on the W Art Issue this month) made a friend and I recall the former omni-cover girl's famous quote, "I don't get out of bed for less than $10,000 a day." I think it's a sentiment remarkably well suited for today's economic climate, no? I'll be putting that on the latest version of my resume in the Salary Requirement section. It's about as likely to get me hired these days as my willingness to work for 10,000 pennies. Maybe someone will admire my chutzpah? I'll have to study this video of Linda E. in her primo days for some personality pointers.




I've got it! The key to diva success is blazing, cropped, red hair. Now, only if I could afford hair dye...

Thursday, March 05, 2009

Let Her Eat Cake.

It's '90s supermodel sensation Niki Taylor's 34th birthday today! She was one of my first fashion loves and I remember watching this feature on her when it originally aired on House of Style 17 years ago, when she was only 17 herself. Not only does that make us both much older, but it proves that MTV used to be cool and memorable and styley. Now it stinks. Here, relive it's glory days and toast Niki with me:

Happy Birthday Ms. Taylor. Eat cake and enjoy it like a former top model should.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

A Breather.

I'm getting Fashion Week Overload. Symptoms of FWO include visions of runways while eyes are closed, automatic typing of "www.style.com" every time fingers hit the keyboard, and a reflexive sigh at the mere mention of the word "tents." The temporary cure is to breathe deep and look at something other than Bryant Park sanctioned fashions. In fact I think the quickest way to spell relief for this particular ailment is a vintage clip of MTV's House Of Style.

Ah, Cindy a la 1992 is like a Rolaid for fashion burn. Ok, and I'm ready for more!