Fashion Designers You Mostly Like to Sleep With

Let's play a game, shall we?
Hypothetically, they are ambisexuals. So both ladies and gentlemen. Who of all the fashion designers in the world would you most likely want to sleep with? Here are our top choices, and not in any particular order.

Marc Jacobs




From Geek to Greek God. Who else can rock a Spongebob tattoo without looking kiddish but kinkish?

Stefano Gabanna



HELLO, Papi. My definition of Tall, Dark and Handsome. This tall, tanned, well-built, stallion Italiano is oh so lovely to look at. What's the secret for looking this perfect? I'll sell my soul for the secret.

Christopher Bailey



With his British accent - and don't forget the lion-like stubble - he can whisper nothing but bullshit in my ears all day, and it will still sound like a lulaby.

Jack McCollough and Lazaro Hernandez



And this one is a package - threesome. I'll sandwich in between. Amen.


Oh-kay, I'm wet now. Better wrap it up here.

A little steam for your Friday

Because the weekend's here and we all know what the general public loves getting up to after a night out on the town...





all images courtesy of Fashion Copious. Awesome ass blog!

Is There Such a Thing as being Too Pornographic for Fashion?

Sex sells. Whether we like it or not. It sells records and movies right off the shelves. Just look at Kellan Lutz. His six-pack abs are a stronger proposition than his acting ability. And definitely better exposure in the media coloumn for Calvin Klein underwear. It does sell really well in fashion too. At least, it sets tongues wagging.

Remember this Gucci ad by Tom Ford:



It's a cologne for men and yet the image explicitly shows bare female bosoms and lady's bits. It certainly served its' purpose as Gucci was engulfed in media fire and it placated the role of Tom Ford as that one designer who is sexually tasteful.

In fashion we often witness female models walking down the runway with or without sheer fabric proudly exposing their nipples...and breasts in most cases. The veil between pornography and art is like silk - thin, soft, and fragile. Just ask Terry Richardson, I'm sure he knows all too well.

However, the recent editorial of new mom, Adriana Lima, in high fashion magazine Vogue Spain, in my opinion went overboard.



For a fashion magazine, the editorial hardly featured any designs. The focus is not in the beautifully constructed garments and cascading woven materials but in the bodies. The purpose in this particular editorial is not to sell the clothes but to sell lust. As if its sole purpose is to arouse, not to inspire. I personally think that this editorial is more befitted to appear on men's magazine such as FHM, Maxim and Playboy. Hardly ever Vogue.

I Like Them Long and Thin

Remember this infamous quote by Karl Lagerfeld.

"These are fat mummies sitting with their bags of crisps in front of the television, saying that thin models are ugly," the Chanel designer tells Focus, going on to say that the fashion industry supports "dreams and illusions, no one wants to see round women."

And recently, Chanel Resort 2011 in St. Tropez was being headlined by none other than the boxom vixen, Crystal Renn.



The critics dine in on this satirical irony for this fashion show. I understand why Unkle Karl had to hire Crystal Renn to open the show. At some point, fashion designers become the victims of their own idealistic world where insatiable thrive towards innovation is the utmost champion.

The commoners want to see girls with hips and boobs, and the fashion designers heard the cry for a dose of reality. It happens with most models who have made it big. It's always the case. Some random Estonian model appears on the editorial ad of Gucci, and then boom! Every designer in town will want a piece of her, because they want to be seen as fashion forward. Remember Marc Jacobs show not too long ago where he hired all the sassy voluptous femme fatales from Victoria Secret. Yes, that's the curtain call. Ironic, when they should actually set to lead instead of to follow.

With Cyrstal Renn, I don't think she is in the description of those couch potatoes mommies Unkle Karl had described. She is a bit meatier than the other girls, but certainly she ain't no Beth Ditto. There should be no social pressure whatsoever that needs to be addressed by the designers which forsakes their idealism. After all, luxury labels are known for their exclusivity, Why do you want the public to set the tone for that niche when sales are still soaring high?

Models are skinny and enviable physically. That's what they are. It's pretty much like a writer should have been able to write with such novelty; Models should be skinny so that fabric flow is not obstructed. Hell, if a hanger could walk, the designers would have opted for that - less drama.

And i think the most important issue that needs to be addressed is the ability to actually strut down a runway. Sometimes, I wonder. What's so difficult with walking on a straight line? I know the ladies are wearing heels which can sometimes be 7 inches high, but if those models from McQueen's fashion show with those towering Alien-like stilettos didn't fall flat on their face - there should be no excuse for you not to deliver.

C'mon, if you can't do the things you practice everyday, I wonder what else you can do?

Hello, Who Are You Again?

The thing that I hate about models these day, are their attitudes. I had a very unpleasent experience the other day during one of the after-parties at the Singapore Fashion Week.

I have noticed this model guy a few times, and I was interested in his facial features. Although he is quite short, I am looking for a model to appear in a photoshoot so height is not such a big issue. So after the show when the music had died down, I went backstage to talk to him. I introduced myself politely and shoved my name card at him (notice my politeness with the 'shoving' part!) Anyhoo, I proceeded to ask him whether he would be interested to model in a personal photoshoot project. He stood there in silence, looked at me, glaring at me as if I were a parasitic back alley hooker, and left.

I was stunned into silence. Excuse me, I was not soliciting for sex.

There seems to be an allusive delusion that's going on in models' heads. They are not high in the fashion hierarchy, they are like at the bottom of the food chain. A Mackerel in the Fish Market. Easily replaceable by another Natasha from Russia or another Tyler from Estonia. Yet some of their attitudes are awfully rotten. Occasionally you find models who popped up from the sea of oblivion who have actually made a name for themselves like Agyness Deyn, Cole Mohr, Terron Woods, Tyson Ballou or even Baptiste. Other than that, they are only good for one season, because fashion changes so rapidly. One season the Heroin Chic is in and the next season, it's the voluptuous plus size look that's in.

The only way for models to break big is either for them to be handpicked by the Queen, yes, yes, I am talking about Anna Wintour, and featured in Vogue or to be featured in an advertorial by the bigwigs like Gucci or LVMH groups.

Now back to the story.

I talked to a booker friend of mine, and she agreed completely with me about the attitude of that particular model. Apparently, he has trouble getting jobs because he refuses to be hired by small brand names. But, HELLO! How big can the brand be if it is in Singapore?

There are quite a lot of sad cases of models coming to Singapore in order to make it big in the industry. New models from Houston or Slovakia go to Singapore on a 6-month visa in the hopes of being "found" or getting legally employed by agencies or fashion houses.

So, later that night, I saw this particular male model getting chummy with one of the Singaporean designers who claimed at making it "big" in London and is considered huge in Singapore, but hardly made any ripples internationally. The model opened his shirt insisting that the designer felt his hard-abs. Lookie, lookie, who's the hooker now?

Models are nice to look at (sometimes), but i prefer real people. Why can't all models have beauties and brains like the very sexy David Gandy?

Can I get a hallelujah?

That Sloppy Short Pants and That Flip-Flops

We are terribly sorry about the lack of updates, but we have been pretty much occuppied with Audi Fashion Festival in Singapore. Speaking about Singapore Fashion Festival, there was nothing much exciting, as I had expected prior. Marchessa being Marchessa, and Cavalli, well I don't know, being Cavalli I guess. The same collections you see ages ago online at Style.com. And the host even dared to ask Mango to grace down the catwalk, they might as well ask Giordano and Topshop to open and close the Singapore Fashion Week.

Having said that, I have spotted a few interesting individuals, such as the creme de la creme of Fashion blogger, Bryanboy, Henry Holland from the House of Holland, the always sun-kissed Roberto Cavalli and the legendary fashion writer, Colin McDowell. The later re-inspired me to browse through his official blog again and to peak what was on his mind during his time in Singapore. It's always so inspiring to browse inside the brain of someone so genius and articulate. And Voila! look at what i found, my exact sentiment for years towards Singapore fashion sense graces his blog loud and wide. If this doesn't make Singaporeans consider their fashion sense, i don't know what else does. But unlike his opinion I think Singaporeans' fashion sense is heavily influenced by the Australians. But honey, there is a reason why they are called The Land From Down Under.Because it has never made it to the top.



Singapore Fashion Week: Men in (Scruffy) Shorts
Someone once said that if you sit in a hotel lobby long enough, everyone you ever knew will pass by. I don't know about that but I do know that any hotel lobby will give you an instant snapshot of how fashion is actually worn by all the myriad shapes and sizes of men and women who are so far removed from the designer's idealised dreams – and that includes the swanky, expensive people too.

And it is quite a shock.

I thought about this sitting in the lobby of the St Regis in Singapore waiting for Roberto Cavalli, whose private jet had been delayed by bad weather. He and his show are the stars of this year's Singapore Audi Fashion Week at the grand final gala night on Sunday. It will be a high-glam occasion of course – how could it be anything else, featuring as it does Roberto's personal selection of great evening gowns from the past as well as his current collection?

What a contrast to what walked through the lobby in the short time I sat there.

Let me say immediately that, as you might expect, it is the men who are the most criminal offenders. We all accept that America did a lot to casualise men's dress and that it was something well overdue but sadly, the rest of the world – preeminently the Brits – have turned casual, non-status clothes into something so ugly that scruffy is not a strong enough word to describe it. Hideous shorts – and even more hideous legs – reinforce the old saying that men never dress to attract women but only to display a crude contempt and power to other men. The result is that they have all the glamour of a hyena.

The sad thing is that, instead of fighting this movement, designers have followed it. But although their versions are better cut than the cheap ones most men wear (which are probably made under appalling labour conditions), they still flatter perhaps one in thirty men under thirty and nobody older.

I had hoped for some visual respite in London this winter as it was very cold and all normal adults would have changed into trousers. But it didn't happen. Men of all ages continued to dress as if they were postmen and wear shorts even in the snow. I can't help hoping that the cold effects their sperm count so that this particular form of idiocy is eradicated by a process of natural selection.



Read and preach my dear gays and gayelles.

Mondays aren't so blue if you have some hair spray

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