A Sunday treat for you all. I asked my friend Cherry to break-down the model situation as part of the NYC fashion week coverage for basicallyclothed.com.
Thanks to Lisa for inviting me to come give my completely unqualified opinion on New York Fashion Week! Or rather, on its models. Or rather, on runway models in general, because this is what makes fashion weeks so great: they’re such the complete antithesis of the Victoria’s Secret fashion show that any regular woman who watches the latter and feels even a pinprick of low-self-esteemy-oh-man-I-wish-I-looked-like-THAT business should turn the TV off, turn the interwebs on, and check out some footage of actual runway models stomping up and down actual runways. Yes, they are tall. Yes, they are skinny. And some of them are gorgeous, and a few of them are indeed Victoria’s Secret models as well, but a lot of them? Are totally not cute. So not cute that any normal dude would go “ugh” if you showed them a picture (try it!). So not cute that if you knew them in real life, you wouldn’t be scared they’d steal your boyfriend because the last time you checked, your boyfriend wasn’t into six-foot-one lesbian vampires. So not cute that the first words that spring to mind when looking at some of them aren’t “professional model” but rather: “Oscar Wilde,” “the Chris Kattan SNL character that ate the apples and spit them out all over the place,” or “female version of Landry from Friday Night Lights.” (And yes, I have specific models in mind when I’m saying these things, and yes, you win a prize* if you can guess them all.) So the next time you wistfully think “man, I wish I looked like a model,” think again (or at least be more specific). Because you might be wishing for that thing from “Splice.”
*the prize is me going “wow, that person knows a lot about obscure runway models!” and then proceeding as normal with my day