"I’ve enjoyed the priviledge of witnessing Emma Watson blossom into a young adult. Her style, whether reinforced by stylists or beit her own day to day looks always suit her well. Fun, flirty pieces with the regal incerpts - like the Prada floral skirt and the "get’em girl" leather jacket. The ponytail balances the look. The Jewish sideburns,not so much. But we grasp the gist.."
"We’ll like to see Halle dressed with less "desperate housewife" and more age appropriate "european aristrocrat" tastes. Along the lines of Narciso Rodriguez skirt suits, Lanvin skirts and blouses, & Matthew Williamson numbers. We appreciate her timeless beauty, her va-va-voom - but it’s so "IN YO FACE" that her beauty is bypassed..Make a note for Halle’s stylists.."
- Editor In Chief assessing with Beauty & Fashion Directors
“Do you ever feel yourself just “floating” in imagination?
Sometimes we drift in the idea of being in love.. and other times..?
Other times,[eye] drift in the loneliness that comes from missing that love.
Sometimes [eye] imagine myself kissing you in my sleep.
[Eye] can’t even sleep on the left side of my own f***ing bed now..
It was protocol..
And then,the snap of [based] reality flops you back into focus..
You realize that, that is the lesson.
Had a friend say “You deserve good days,J.” -
“**Find a great song, whether it’s disco, or pop, or punk, or whatever. Just turn up your stereo to eleven, and just dance. And if you have to, keep dancing until you lose yourself or you find yourself again.**”— One Tree Hill
More often than not,we are NOTdamaged solely by the things we see & hear, but by the things we DO NOT hear and DO NOT see.
If I were to stand before you and say: ”Gosh! You’re beautiful!”
I guarantee, you’ll begin to rip your [beautiful] Self into shreds, in that uncomfortable “give me more”, comical Jennifer Anniston or Cameron Diaz self deprecating sort of way. I have a beauty complex. I need help .
I admire the beautiful,whether it’s external or internal. I simply admire beauty. Nothing enchants me more.
I read someplace, somewhere: Some women were born beautiful, others achieve beauty - while the rest may build a polished* rapport with editors and photographers - and as disenchanting and abrasive that statement may be, it is by all means: TRUE. I feel as a “people” we’ve lost touch with who we are and have constricted our imaginations to think,feel and speak the way we THINK society would like for us to think,feel and/or speak. Who are you? Ask yourself that.
Wake up in the morning and give yourself ONE word to describe your beauty for 7 consecutive days .
Let’s see who becomes the most beautiful, confident girl in the party once the week is over!
1991 sucked. That’s what we would have said at the time, back when we were stroppy teenagers. Because, you know, everything sucked. Always. Looking back, though, it’s got to be said: ‘91 kind of ruled, especially the music.
It was the year of Nirvana’s Nevermind and Pearl Jam’s Ten, the year that punk broke and became “grunge.” Both albums are being commemorated in a variety of ways this year (the latter via a Cameron Crowe-directed film cleverly titled Pearl Jam Twenty), but we’ll leave the obsessing to the Gen X music journos who cared more about those albums than we did. Instead, we’ll point out that above-noted contributions from the boys aside, 1991 also initiated a very good time for the girls.
The nineties were a decade when women were kicking against the pricks, from the pages of Bust and Sassy to the ‘66 Thunderbird in which Thelma and Louise made their getaway. One of the salutary effects of grunge (which, right on time, is experiencing a revival on the runways) was that it wrote women a permission slip to wear a sneer, paint on a brick-red lip, clip in any number of plastic hair barrettes, and adopt a “hell no!” attitude. Here’s to that.