The life of a mom of two is many things, many happy and wonderful things, but it is not glamorous. When I allow myself to pine for the days to come (and they are coming) where I don’t have to worry about breastfeeding and spit up spoiling an outfit, thoughts turn to fashionable, dynamic women – women who can wear white without it getting smeared with jam. So of course, I think of the maven of white suits – Bianca Jagger.
One time party wife of Mick, life of the most exclusive parties, and fearless activist, she owns every breast bearing, fur slung, glistening white ensemble she dons. A stunning woman with impeccable style.
I don’t know why, but I was really hoping when the September issue of Vogue was revealed it would feature someone like Cindy Crawford, looking all golden age supermodel. While Lady Gaga is a considerably better choice than Sienna Miller, I’m not thrilled with pop icons taking over all the important covers.
Oh well, better things to worry about, right?
But it did get me thinking of what a phenomena Crawford was back in the day. The Mole, the Pepsi ad, the House of Style (love!!), the Billy Baldwin movie.. And eventually the sectional collection available at Raymore and Flannigan.
She was sexy, everyone’s fantasy, yet still somehow relatable. She never seemed like some lofty , snooty supermodel despite being the most iconic one of her time – which frankly made her not my very favorite top model because I like lofty and snooty.
At 82 years old Jacquie Tajah Murdock is making headlines as the new face of Lanvin. The gorgeous woman, who always harbored dreams of high fashion, grew up at a time when African American woman faced many obstacles – but with perseverance, she advanced herself academically and professionally as a dancer at the Apollo and expresses her personal, fantastic style daily.
First featured on the great site, Advanced Style (where the photos below came from), she’s been quoted as saying, of her style “I like to be different. I have the eye, and I don’t care if it’s cheap or expensive.”
She’s a true style icon and I’m elated for her new found and well deserved stardom.
After all the bombshells we’ve been counting down these weeks, Kate Moss was something totally new to the supermodel scene. I’d argue that she changed the face of modeling and though no one is quite like her, women have been walking in her shadow ever since.
I certainly remember first seeing her in the Calvin Klein ads staring out of the pages of Vogue and Bazaar like some gorgeous alien waif fairy.
Sure her personal life seems to have been a bit of a mess at times but as an icon in fashion, she’s tops. Few models display as unique a personal style. Often photos of her in her own clothes and styling are far more fashionable than ones of her dolled up in ads.
Oh, and how awesome is this Game of Thrones type shot?
That elegant nose, those cloudy sky eyes, those sultry lips… It’s Christy Turlington of course. Softer than Stephanie, more approachable than Linda, and classier than Cindy, she was the supermodel of the nineties that everyone could love.
Whether she was in her undies as the face of Calvin Klein or decked out in head to toe sequin Versace, she has an aura of tranquility and gracefulness (must be all that yoga).
While I won’t get into my less than glowing opinions on her husband’s work, Turlington herself is an inspiring advocate and documentarian whose causes include lung cancer awareness and international maternal health.
Our super models of the 90’s retrospective continues…
When Kristen McMenamy entered the modeling scene, she altered the world’s perception of beauty. Androgynous, hard, alien and yet strikingly beautiful she is as comfortable with a septum ring as she is in a Versace gown.
I remember being mesmerized by her haunting eyes and pale skin in edgy editorials when her hair was ultra short and jet black. Now she sports the most ferociously awesome hair – waist length and silvery grey and with it has probably become my favorite current model working.
Of course, there are those love cat Lanvin ads too, as if she weren’t spectacular enough without them.
And as ethereal and otherworldly as she sometimes looks, she still seems like she’d be tons of fun to paint the town red with.
I’ll be honest, as much as Ty-Ty says diversity is the key to modeling, I don’t go for a commercial Shalom Harlow.
She’s a beautiful doll like creature who should either be over the top fantasy editorial (see gossamer skull head) or stripped down high fashion (see her shining, makeup free Canadian beauty below).
An Ann Taylor Shalom is a Shalom wasted.
But that’s just my opinion.
The dreamy waif spent the good old 90’s mostly sharing the spotlight with dear friend and fellow supermodel Amber Valletta. She’s tried acting, which is sweet and seriously, she just flat out owns a few looks in my mind – thinking the pink feather dress, those black wings and that bob haircut in the first photo below.
Honestly, there’s never been an unobtainable cut, wave, and style as perfect as that. I remember the aches of envy that editorial evoked.
Plus, the girl was discovered at a Cure concert. Very cool, no?
I am really feeling this whole 1990’s super model thing, so let’s keep it going shall we with the absolutely stunning Nadja Auermann.
She could be the Ice Queen, the Valkyrie, the feline, the glamor-puss, though I preferred her in her least captured state – natural and smiling. A timeless icon no matter what the look, Nadja is spectacular.
She gives off a unique vibe in every photo, as you can plainly see from the images below (oh, and by the way – the 90’s white background Bazaar covers that featured actual super models looking incredible instead of half talent actresses looking like cover of Lucky? Yeah that was an era to remember fondly).
Though her name didn’t loom as large as some of the other supermodels of the time, the German beauty has a look all her own and made it into the Guinness Book of World Records as the model with the longest legs (44 inches). Now she models when she feels like it but is mostly and happily a mom.
I also just learned she is in courts fighting accusations of tax evasion in Germany. (I have a knack for getting people on the brain when they are about to be involved in some scandal).
Linda Evangelista is the chameleon of super models. Deciding which side of her to feature in this entry was difficult. There’s the timeless Linda, the fresh faced Linda, the Louise Brooks Bobbed Linda, the avant garde Linda, the androgynous Linda, the glamor Linda, the grungy Linda, and on and on and on…
I’ve had 1990’s super models on the brain and she was one of the giants with her gorgeous face, spectacular body and an attitude exemplified by her famous bratty (and pretty awesome) quote “I don’t get out of bed for less than $10,000 a day.”
Heck, she’s still a giant of the modeling industry. I’d much rather see her on the cover of anything than some scrawny actress, am I right??
After feeling cooped up from winter, I want a Jerry Hall kind of summer. I want it to be Texas-sized. I want to wear my hair big and blond, breast feed wherever I damn please and bray and strut around like I own the world with my awesome husband by my side. Is that too much to ask?
I seem to remember my mom saying Hall was an asshole when I was younger. Not sure if this really happened, but if she did say this, like most celebrities it’s totally likely. But Jerry is an icon, not a person in public eyes and even without the fame, most people can get away with a little more that delicious Southern drawl.
I sometimes wonder how my life would differ with such an accent. I see myself either throwing good love away on a washed up athlete, Tennessee Williams style, or as the trophy wife to some absent man, debating what my next diamond will be (or course, there is no debate, I want a Cartier alligator necklace). But I digress.
As I was saying Hall is an icon, a former Studio 54 hot shot and lover of famous men. Funny though – most people in my generation will only remember her as one of the Joker’s girlfriends “You can’t make an omelet without breaking some eggs”.
If there were one woman to embody the word exotic, it would have to be the stunningly gorgeous Donyale Luna. Her illustrious film and fashion modeling career landed her the first African American cover of Vogue, though her relationship to her race was far more complicated than that of proud pioneer.
She was born in Detroit where her abusive father murdered her mother when she was a teen, but, maybe in attempt to distance herself from a traumatic past, she claimed to be of a mysterious lineage of Mexican, Indonesian, Irish. She never wanted to be defined by her race.
Notably as strange as she was beautiful, she was said to have been wild and unpredictable and sadly died of a drug overdose at age 33. She was romantically linked to Klaus Kinski among others.
I was so ahead of the Mad Men fueled – the 50’s are cool again craze that, sparked by a River Phoenix-centric Stand By Me obsession, I hosted a 1950’s theme birthday party in my pre-teen days at, where else but Fuddruckers.
For a more sophisticated take on the decade than basket burgers and table-side jukeboxes, I now get enthused about the decade by gazing at photographs of Jean Patchett.
Look at any fashion image that makes you yearn for the mid century (minus the whole pre women’s lib thing) and I guarantee there’s a fifty fifty chance it’s of Jean. Just look for the signature beauty mark, that svelte frame, those piercing and mysterious eyes – the woman was downright gorgeous.
Is it just me or does Peggy Moffitt personify the style vibe of today as well as she did in her swinging sixties heyday? Would love to see her walk the runway, I mean, she looks just as dashing today with her signature “five point” hair do and bold eyes and would lend some quirk to the lovely 1970’s Lauren Hutton styles that are coming down the runways.
Moffitt gained fame and iconic status from her work with two men: designer extraordinaire, Rudi Gernreich and husband/photographer WilliamClaxton.
Isabella Rossellini is so inspiring in her fierce individuality. She does the projects she wants to do and always with grace and humor. Whether starring in a David Lynch film, making short films about animal mating habits, or guest starring as the Arby’s roast beef loving ex of Jack on 30 Rock, Rossellini is constantly entertaining and one of our most interesting beauties – a woman who puts the rail thin vacant eyed stars of current young Hollywood to shame.
Most recently she’s been lending her eye to a line of Bvlgari handbags that are lined with her own snail print design. While I can not dream of affording the simple but slightly funky bags, I love that she’s making them and keeping her career interesting.
Dubbed the Disco Marilyn, 70’s icon, model and muse Donna Jordan has such a modern look and style. I am currently in love with her bleach blond, red lipped, gap toothed, leather and sequin clad razzle dazzle. While the Warhol girl, who starred in his film L’amour was once an it girl in the city, the lanky glamourpuss is pretty obscure with very little information about her to be found.
Muse to Helmut Newton, one of the faces of her generation, and nary a wikipedia entry for the lovely Miss Lisa Taylor? After seeing the gorgeous, tawny, athletic lady in this weeks movie pick, where she pretty much plays herself, I couldn’t NOT choose her as this week’s style icon, even if there’s barely any information out there about her. Did manage to find several photos of this iconic star though.
On a co-worker’s recommendation, I pushed the Diana Ross as young upstart fashion designer/model vehicle Mahogany to the top of my queue strictly for the over-sized jewelry (which, no doubt you know, I’m a big fan of – ever want to get me a gift, just type HUGE into the vintage jewelry section of eBay).
It’s a terrible movie, but the style is fantastic – plus, you’re exposed to constant flashes of the unbelievably broad smile of one the most charismatic men around (the great Billy Dee Williams) as well as a riveting and creepily realistic performance by go-to weirdo Anthony Perkins as a Machiavellian fame wrangler (at least, it feels accurate to me, though I’ve never personally been to the gun room of a Phil Spector type, but I imagine Perkins got it right).
The plot (which calls to mind a dumbed-down, simplified take on the story lines of Jacqueline Susann) is as thin as Ross, who plays “young” not entirely convincingly, but with an amazing amount of sassy charm – there’s a reason that this broad is a star! And there’s a reason her creation, Mahogany, is my style icon: it’s all kimono sleeves, rainbow gowns, jersey capes, feathers, statement hats, body paint, gonzo hairstyles, Egyptian influence, and sequined or Navajo wraps. LOVE IT. There are a good many stills to peruse below/after the jump.
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