Saturday, 28 August 2010

The Kids Are Alright

Name: Amanda Murphy
Age: 19
Height: 5'11
Measurements: 34-25-35
Shoe Size: 9.5 (UK 8/EUR 40.5)
Hair - Brown
Eyes - Brown
Agency - IMG Models

I was doing my geeky rounds of modelling agencies' development boards to keep my eye on any fresh new faces, when one face in particular caught my eye, that of Amanda Murphy. Something about her really reminded me of the alterna-chic, edgy models of the 90s, such as Milla Jovovich. I could totally imagine her kicking ass in some Luc Besson movie. She also reminds me of a young Linda Evangelista, particularly in photos like this one:

She also has legs for days:

But what I like most about Amanda is that she isn't just some cutie who will fade into the background of any fashion show or editorial she's in. Amanda's way more likely to have a special appeal. You wouldn't book her for a Covergirl campaign, but you would definitely think of her to represent a label or editorial with grit and edge.

In addition to being signed with IMG, the biggest modelling agency in the world, Amanda is also signed with Elite Model Management in Chicago and Women in Milan. She may be new on the scene, but I predict big things for Amanda Murphy.

Wednesday, 25 August 2010


Pretty much anyone who knows me can tell you I do not dress for the weather. I'm the kind of girl who decides to invest in a chunky knit for July and dallies about in December in shorts. My friends more commonly greet me with 'Are you not FREEZING?' than 'Hi, you alright?'

However, that all looks about to change with Topshop's new knitwear. I literally want everything, which could get me in a lot of trouble, as with autumn coming up I can actually pass it off as a legitimate purchase rather than a 'Seemed like a good idea at the time, now get to the back of my wardrobe!' affair.

I turn 21 in October by the way, just to throw that out there.

Saturday, 21 August 2010

Dance the Way I Feel

Yesterday, at Pukkelpop Festival in Belgium, the frontman of Ou Est Le Swimming Pool committed suicide. His name was Charles Haddon and he jumped from a telecommunications mast into the car park. He was 22-years-old.

I went to see Ou Est Le Swimming Pool sometime this spring. I remember very little about the night, but I do remember having a great time and thinking them a very promising band. In honour of Charles and this tragic loss, I'm posting a great song by the band, 'Dance The Way I Feel'.

RIP Charles Haddon.

Tuesday, 17 August 2010

She Is The New Thing

Height - 5'8.5
Measurements - 32-24-34
Dress size - 2 (UK 6/EUR 32)
Shoe size - 8.5 (UK 7/EUR 39.5)
Hair - Blonde
Eyes - Blue
Agency - Trump Model Management

Ashley Smith first appeared around the modelling scene in January this year, although I shamefully didn't notice her until I saw her interview in i-D some months after. Her refreshingly cool attitude and unconventional good looks threw me straight away.

What's most interesting about Ashley is that she seems to symbolise a new direction modelling is taking. Often compared to Lara Stone, Ashley has D-cup breasts and gappy teeth you could stick pennies in. She's the epitome of all that is debatable in fashion - where large breasts are generally not favourable - and in the 'real' world, where Ashley's alluringly imperfect teeth probably won't be understood by everyone.

However, is Ashley fast-tracking towards success, or is her look a mere flash in the pan in the somewhat uniform world of modelling? Only time will tell.

Friday, 13 August 2010

My name is Mary-Jo...

...and I'm an Ebay-holic.

I didn't want to admit it, in fact I'd vehemently deny it if anyone accused me - 'I can stop bidding whenever I want...I just don't want to!'

However, every addict gets a wake-up call; that huge epiphany that shows you what started out as a harmless vice has finally gone too far.

So there I was, happily browsing some vintage beauties on my clothing Mecca, when I realised something. That bath I'd been running, to have before I cleaned the house (hey, I have to be clean if I want other things to be clean, right? Right?)...well that's been running for quite some time, hasn't it?


Dashing upstairs as fast as my little legs could carry me, I breathed a sigh of relief when I realised that, yes, the bath was deep enough to go swimming in, but I hadn't created an Atlantis for my cat, guinea pigs, budgie and valuables to live in. I happily settled into my bubbly palace, but couldn't shake off how close I was to possibly damaging the house. And all because I just love Ebay so much. I'm not normally so irresponsible - ditzy, sure, but not irresponsible.

The problem is that Ebay is...well it's bloody amazing quite frankly. And it's very easy for someone as obsessed with fashion as I am to spend far too much time and money on it. Bidding often starts at 99p, so it's dangerously easy to justify buying 10 million more things and conveniently forget about P&P costs.

I'll spend hours trawling its pages (sort of the online equivalent of TK Maxx) for clothes I've made up in my head, dresses that probably don't exist and never have, clothes that probably won't even fit right when they do arrive and will end up gathering dust in the back of my wardrobe.

I've ended up hating people I've never met, declaring mental vendettas against probably very nice people who just happened to commit the mortal sin of outbidding me in the last 10 seconds. I'm actually a very nice person in real life, but Ebay turns me into a bloodthirsty fiend, who would probably fight you to the death for those pixie boots.

Clearly action needs to be taken, after these items have ended, I won't buy anything else from that wretched place again...probably...