Lana Del Rey is a music-world Svengali and she knows it. There’s nothing I can say about her that somebody hasn’t said already, and better than I ever could considering I’m all kinds of ambivalent about Lana: as a singer, as a performer, as a persona, as a human being (part of me isn’t quite convinced that she’s not computer-generated). It would seem that the songstress has some unexpected fans, however, at British GQ, where she was named 2012′s Woman Of The Year. And, shocker, she’s naked on the cover! The special issue depicts Lana stripped bare save for a face full of dramatic makeup and a body dripping with opulent jewels. There’s something about this first photo that is charming to me — she’s not posing provocatively or vamping it up, and she looks really pretty and totally vulnerable. I also think it’s nice to see that she isn’t whippet-thin and has, like, thighs and stuff. She just looks very soft and not at all like she’s starving. Looking good, Lana! [Refinery29]
This got us thinking about other celebs who’ve bared it all for the sake of a photo spread. Just for fun, we decided to give you a little peep show. Go ahead, look. You know you want to.
This is Lady Gaga on the cover of Vogue, looking svelte and amazing and sort of vase-shaped. Only, this isn’t what she actually looked like during the shoot — at all. Not that she looked bad; she looked gorgeous. But come on — if Gaga was actually built the way she appears on the cover of Vogue, she wouldn’t be able to walk, and she’d tip over all the time. Check out a video of the shoot, after the jump!
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This year’s September issue of Vogue is, for lack of a better word, epic. It’s, like, 1,000 pages, 600 of them ads, and not one of which includes a beauty spread. (I mean, come on, that’s why I buy these damn magazines.) What it does include is an exhaustive history lesson in all things Vogue, spanning from the magazine’s very society-mag roots in 1892 to the upper echelon, high fashion-driven, Anna Wintour-helmed incarnation of today. In its 120-year history, they’ve featured a number of models on the cover more than once, but only an illustrious few have landed the coveted spot in double digit figures. Behold, the ten most frequent cover girls of all time — the answers may surprise you, but then again, maybe not. Keep reading »
Katy Perry is no stranger to Crayola-colored hair, having long eschewed her natural blonde (!) for every which shade of the Manic Panic rainbow, but this is the first time we’ve seen the songstress looking so … fiery! The September cover of French fashion mag L’Officiel casts Katy in a warmer, more romantic light, offsetting the shock of copper hair with a pretty peach dress and subtle rosy makeup (I seriously hope she swapped numbers with the makeup artist from this shoot). It’s a solid departure from her usual over-the-top all-the-makeup-at-once fare, but would it be wrong for me to suggest that Katy looks really good channeling a touch of Florence Welch, orange hair and all? [Huffington Post]
Embarrassingly enough, I was a very serious “Harry Potter” fan back in the day, cloak and wand at the book releases and all. (I probably shouldn’t be outing myself on the Internet, but there it is.) I always thought Hermione was just the coolest, so my adoration of Emma Watson is really just a natural progression of that love. With big-name fashion campaigns and more than a few blockbusters under her belt, the 22-year-old actress went from being known as a bossy, bookish voice of reason to the sylphlike, short-haired vixen she is today. On the cover of T Magazine’s September issue, Emma looks every bit the young, serious ingénue, and she wears it especially well with a smattering of freckles and one sick cat-eye. [T Magazine]
When I heard that Harlem-born rapper and lyricist Azealia Banks’s cover of art and fashion mag Dazed & Confused had been banned in seven countries before the issue even hit stands, I anticipated something infinitely more vulgar than her flipping off the camera as she inflates/fellates a condom. I mean, that’s practically some Taylor Swift shit when it comes to the songstress who penned “212,” an explicit ode to cunnilingus. People are so sensitive. [NYMag.com]