Garance Doré is a fashion illustrator, and the wife of Sartorialist photographer Scott Schulman. She’ s also a style blogger with a loyal following, loved for her honest and rambling posts about all things fashion. Earlier this week, Dore posted an entry called “The Other Girls,” where she talked about the major disconnect between what actresses look like and what they supposedly eat on TV and in interviews.
The essay was prompted by comments she received after posting a video of her friends eating lunch one day. In the video, Dore and her friends abstain from eating dessert, and some of her readers took that to mean that they were depriving themselves to stay thin, accusing Doré of offering a twisted “image of femininity.”
But, argued Doré, she was only showing what her concept of reality is — the way it is for so many women for whom eating a huge slice of cheesecake or gorging on a basket of fries means hours and hours in the gym. Keep reading »
Nicole Richie loves rap, but she wants rappers to rap about things she cares about. For her new occasional AOL video series “Candidly Nicole,” Richie visited rapper/producer Ebone Hoodrich, who is tasked with helping her create a rap so she can “get her street cred back” (which is a thing she never had, and is therefore impossible to lose). What does Nicole Richie — street name Nikki Rich — rap about? What are the central tenets of her life? Well, bangs, gluten-free spaghetti, and complaining about her plantar fasciitis. So yeah, basically she’s just like you and me. [E! Online]
This is Zoe Saldana and her boyfriend-maybe-husband, artist Marco Perego. The “Avatar” star may have married Perego over the weekend, but nobody’s sure. What we do know is that both of them seem intent on hiding their ring fingers from the glare of the paparazzi. Perhaps to throw questioning gossips off their scent, Perego has opted to wear his hair in a crazy huge man bun. And I guess it worked: I don’t even care about the rings — I just want to know what his hair looks like when it’s down. [Photo: Pacific Coast News]
Zady is a sustainable fashion shop founded by friends Maxine Bédat and Soraya Darabi. Bédat and Darabi both worked in the non-profit sector, and noticed that their closets were overflowing with fast-fashion garments that were cheap to buy and quick to fall apart. They’re hoping Zady, which focuses on showcasing high-quality, sustainably produced brands, will be an antidote to that.
“We go to each brand and ask where are your products made, and that narrows it down. 99.9 percent say they don’t know, or it’s a really vague response,” Bédat told Stylecaster of Zady’s selection process. “So we find those brands that do know. They have to know like the back of their hands how their supply chains work. Where they were made and designed and where the materials come from. We eliminate anyone who just doesn’t know, because it’s a sure sign that that they don’t fit our mission.”
And what is their mission? It’s “to combat the fast-fashion craze by providing a platform for only those companies that care about timeless style and solid construction.”
Sounds pretty good to us. Above, check out pieces from Zady’s carefully curated sustainable collection.
Soldiers returning from combat get diagnosed with post-traumatic stress disorder. So do people who live in violent war zones. And, apparently, models. At least according to former model Jennifer Sky, who says her years as teen model led to panic attacks and an anxiety disorder.
Sky started her modeling career young — at 15 — and was thrust into a strange and unfamiliar place when her modeling agency sent her to Japan unchaperoned and unaided. She lived a similar life in New York, where she was sent next, sharing a loft apartment with five other teenage girls, who were all expected to book jobs, feed and care for themselves without any adult supervision. After two years of this, Sky booked the cover of Sassy magazine’s 1994 prom issue. It would be her last modeling gig. She quit because, she told New York mag’s The Cut, she no longer recognized herself: Keep reading »
When I was in sixth grade, I’d advanced far enough along in my math studies to be in pre-Algebra. I went to magnet school in Fort Worth, Texas, with a bunch of other smart kids who had tested into the advanced program, but when I walked into Mr. Zoromski’s math class, I felt suddenly out of my league. English and drama classes, even life sciences made sense, but math didn’t.
But instead of powering through, I found a smart boy in my class and had him help me. When I say “help,” I mean he practically did my homework every day. Where I’d previously been super keen on learning everything, that sixth grade year, I decided math wasn’t for me. That, in the words of Teen Talk Barbie, “math class is tough.”
And it may have something to do with the way my smart girl-ness was socialized. Keep reading »