Fur Coat, No Knickers

Ever since Tavi kicked me off her Twitter friends (hurt is not the word), I’ve been on the lookout for a younger, more… French replacement. Think I found her. Now I just need to encourage this fierce bitch to start a blog. You and me kiddo, we’ll give ‘em all a run for their money.

Seeing these vintage Stüssy ads reminds me why when I was 16 the only clothes I wanted to wear came from Stüssy, X Girl and Supreme. It was more like Clockhouse at C&A, Pilot and Tammy, but a girl can (could?) dream. Anyway, I’m wiping drool off my chin as I type. Hubba hubba, or something like that.

Pics c/o Stüssy archives

Iso linked to this post on Strutt today. When she said models don’t pose like they used to, I was expecting some high class, fierce to the maximus, 80s model porn. Alas, the post in question features glam Vogue models from the 50s. I agree with her though, and that Keira cover in question makes my stomach churn.

Anyway, here are my favourite 80s Vogue picks… Come back in 5 if yr on dial up. Actually, come back in the 21st Century, right?

Don’t know how this makes me feel. Marlo (OK, actor Jamie Hector) and Snoop (SNOOP’S REAL) from The Wire modelling for the Guardian. Part of me is like, WOAH this is so awesome my head has, perhaps, imploded.

But most of me is like, ‘Fuck you Marlo, you fucker…I cannot forgive you for what you’ve done… and as for you, Snoop… well, I kinda hate you but I actually also love you in a weird way and I definitely love Felicia Pearson.’

The final part of me is just wondering how I missed this first time round. Thanks Guardian, for being consistently the best newspaper in the world. THANKS.

BTW, obv this has already been on Brandish… OBV. Loving your work.