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Wow wow wow. Three generations of super model, three stunningly beautiful women, three times the WOW!
I can’t believe I never blogged the A/W'10 show… I love the clinched waists and full skirts, the amazing cleavage and the Mad Men-esque drama.
But this really takes the collection to the next level, what a wonderful campaign. I'm in L O V E!




Today I bought a book by Natasha Walter, which is exploring the sexualization of women, in a world where women have more civil, political and economical rights than ever. I'm only eight pages in, so far, but I then saw this spread in Tank, and saw 'The Living Doll' more clearly than ever. Walter explores how young girls, still children, are sexualized, and how the ideal woman becomes more and more doll-like. An unobtainable image of female perfection. And look at these pictures! Girls lining up to be weighed! Their waists are measured, and they're bound and tied, while mostly naked! Is this supposed to be clever?


On a related note, Christina Aguilera's new video, along with Lady Gaga's new video, and several other recent releases, all show extreme sexual scenarios, almost abusive, and latex and pleather are abound. Both of these performers have a young female fan base, so what are they trying to do? Is it empowering? I don’t think so. Instead, it says that women are sexual objects, at best, and at worst aren’t even human -- they’re glorified sex dolls.
At the same time, there's Julian MacDonald saying that plus-sized models have no place in the fashion world. He seems to imply that because he has had a line at Debenhams, he is the voice of authority in the fashion world. Well, Mr MacDonald, it is not the plus-sized models that need to move on, it is you. Open your mind, and move with the times, or be left behind to stitch sub-par couture on your sad little Singer.
I’m sure as I read Walter’s book, I will have more to say, and will express my thoughts more succinctly. For now, though, I simply have to ask, what is going on?
I think I wanted it to be a tale of empowerment. The first ever all-girl punk rock band, proving women can rock just as hard as men. In actuality, though the story is of junky teenagers, treated like performing chimps by their manager, and in reality, subject to sexual abuse.

Having said that, the sex, drugs and rock’n’roll of The Runaways is undeniably cool. Not just because of the pleather, latex and wedges in the wardrobe trailer, but also because the music - still - totally rocks.
I’ll freely admit to never having heard of The Runaways before the movie was in production, but that’s the beauty of a biopic. It allows a new generation of girls to rediscover and fall in love, afresh, with the music of the ‘70s.
Maybe the movie isn’t as obviously empowering to women as the trailers suggest, but there is something infectious about The Runaways’ fuck-you attitude. In this, the iPod generation, don’t be surprised if, with ‘Cherry Bomb’ howling in our ears, we all start doodling anarchy signs, or kicking pigeons as they impede our progress down the street.


After five weeks of exams, and a technology-deprived week in the highlands, I am way behind the fashion curb. I pulled these pictures off style.com when the show first happened but I haven’t had a chance to post them until now.
I love Galliano’s mix of the feminine florals, spine-tingling gowns and gorgeous androgynous tailoring. This collection has it all, and I WANT it all!



