VFiles' holiday card.
Go on and call me Mr. Grinch, but on Christmas eve I’m that flannel jammies-clad gay sloshed off many a holiday “spirit” in the corner, binging on reindeer cookies and sexting losers whilst avoiding any and all holiday cheer. Apols, but I can only deal with so many A Christmas Story marathons before I pass out into the spiked eggnog bowl, which then results in my family perpetually pegging me as “the Christmas ruiner.” :’( Because I am not one to cry at family functions, I try to avoid Charlie Brown’s Christmas at all costs. I did giggle a few times during Elf, though, but a grown man being totally awks in an elf costume can’t compete with the YouTube generation of crazy creatives. Speaking of crazy creatives, the folks at VFILES heard my prayer/tweets and gave us at MTV Style the greatest gift of all...the premiere of MODEL FILES: Holiday Special! I haven’t been this excited since the Spice Girls’ reunion, you guys. Yes, the hilarious hottie host, Preston Chaunsumlit, with his raven locks and deadpan, brutally biting tongue is back, but this time, with elf ears/an adorbs winter green onesie. Annnnd -- XMAS MIRACLE -- he’s revealing his sensi side (see: desperation) by throwing a casting for the VFILES Holiday Card as a disguise to nab an invite to a chic holiday party. Awww Presty! His LOLz model guides: “They have to have the Christmas spirit. I can’t stress that enough. Models that look good in Santa hats. And no Scrooges.” Spoiler alert: the faint-inducing video also involves shirtless male models in Santa hats/thongs and other killer lines from Preston including “Model like the ghost of Christmas past”, “Less camel toe, more mistletoe,” and, my new holiday-friendly pickup line, “Can I come down your chimney?” Watch the video after the jump! Thanks Presty/MODEL FILES! xoxo
Ashley Smith shot by Ellen von Unwerth.
There's a new mag on the fashion-y block and it's like nothing you've ever seen before. Meet Galore magazine, sizzling up many a fancy mag stand RIGHT NOW, with the voluptuous model Ashley Smith (whose ressy includes Alexander Wang's SS/11 T line and Diesel's SS12 Mert and Marcus campaign) as its cover girl. Oh, and shot by the iconic Ellen. von. Unwerth. *Chokes on coffee, dies* FYI: Ellen, who is responsible for shooting the biggest starlets in the world and transforming them into sex kittens/flapper girls/bondage vixens et al, is also responsible for making my face leak in fandom with Britney aka Godney's latest “Fantasy Twist” campaign and video. So thanks for that, girl. The magazine is the brainchild behind Lovecat fanzine founders/crazily creative duo/my best grunge-y dressed homies, Prince Chenoa and Jacob Dekat. They, along with Ellen and Ashley, hosted the Galore invite-only launch/hangover-inducing bash over the weekend with glam guests in attendance including The Blonds (Phillipe's bleached mermaid locks = heaven), Natalia Kills (ROCKING VINTAGE CHANEL BLING), and the gorgeous Andrej Pejic (marry me, now). The bash also acted as the video premiere for Ellen's salacious "Ride It", starring Ms. Ashley Smith and shot in conjunction with the sexy Galore spread. Spoiler Alert: The potentially NSFW video involves tatted male models in pony masks whilst being seduced by a cowboy hat/corset-wearing Smith. You can watch it here. You're welcome. If you for some unknown reason blink, you may or may not think you're watching a young Anna Nicole Smith being amazing. Oh, did we also mention we have an exclusive chit-chat with the boyz, Prince Chenoa and Jacob Dekat, and ELLEN VON UNWERTH after the jump?! #ChristmasCameEarly
Photo: Satoshi Minakawa
Every so often, a superstar with a penchant for looking amazing is born, grabbing my credit card's attention and sartorial-slaying all of your faves. Her name is Roses Gabor
, and she made me a believer in SWAG aka taught me what swag really means. Take, for instance, the Brit cutie's music video for "Stars
," which essentially is an ecstasy-heavy aesthetic paradise. Spoiler Alert: It kicks off with a trippy shimmering sea a la TLC's classic "Waterfalls" before flashing word art-ish/Illuminati-ish text screaming "ROSES GABOR", just to remind y'all who you'll soon be majorly Stanning for. The vid also involves hoop earrings, killer KTZ prints, a side pony and swaggerlish moves. My personal highlight is Roses as a kaleidoscope moment. You'll see what I mean. The vid's greatness resulted in me bouncing around/smizeing into my mirror clad in my knock off Jeremy Scott leopard print acrylic thrift shirt/Trash and Vaudeville creepers combo just this morning for which I now require a massage. Anywho, I am sosososooo pumped for Gabor's forthcoming debut, 'Night Sky', that I already pre-ordered it which, duh, you should too. Until then, here's the underground-dancehall-singer-turned-emerging-sartorial-starlet's faint-worthy favorite things. You're very welcome!
Photo: Courtesy of Dan Black
I first experienced major heart explosions for Brit pop crooner Dan Black after his opening stint for Robyn and Kelis' aptly-titled All Hearts tour which essentially = a sea of shirtless sweaty gorge gays/mega Grindr imploding. Why, you ask? He has model legs for days, he dresses real cute, his crooning makes heart strings vibrate. He also is not afraid of a Bladerunner face paint moment. In addition, Black's remix and video for "Symphonies" feat. Kid Cudi off his uh-mazing debut LP, UN, remains flawless, and I'm all kinds of inappropriately excited for his forthcoming sophomore album and sure-to-be pop gem anthem with Milkshake queen, Kelis. Unfortunately, he's married. :'( Still, I got the stylish stud to serve us with his fashion-y favorite things platter. It's all sorts of sartorial scrumptious, so getcha credit card/napkin ready. Requests for topless pictures were not met but a gay can dream.
Kelly Osbourne at Art Basel in Miami.
Raise your hand/strawberry daq-filled glass if you've been obsessed with Kelly Osbourne since her teen goth days circa MTV's The Osbournes aka the best reality television shit-show since Real World San Fran. Remembs the one amazing time when Mama Osbourne tossed a honey baked ham over her neighbor's fence? *Nostalgia tears* Anyway, I love a good cheeky Brit with a fearless walk-in closet (see also: Ginger Spice), so when I met Kelly over the blackout-friendly Miami Art Basel weekend (see: ran up to her posse whilst belting her Madonna "Papa Don't Preach" cover), I was quite the starry-eyed gay. 'Twas not just an ordinary Basel bash infinity poolside at the Standard Hotel -- a sea of immaculately dressed cuties in their LAMD© best (FYI: Look At Me Device is brought to you by my BFF/Bravo Gallery Girl, Angela Pham) got shwasted in celebration of Terry Richardson's new book whilst probs not buying said new book and instead opting for booty bouncing/"You go, girl!!!"s to Azealia Banks' CRAY performance complete with many a perfect purple weave whipping moments (and, hiiii, a Pharrell *FAINTS* Williams sighting). Anywhoo, I chatted with Kelly about her lavender '50s prom-friendly hair do upkeep which, spoiler alert, she revealed involves old lady hair mousse. I also chit-chatted with her about Joan Rivers as a grandma figure/Lordes "Lola" Leon as a BFF, her signature scent for which she's rocked since the age tween, and other uh-mazing things that made me blush/visibly schvitz my Manic Panic blue sea-punk dye all down my mug. Yeah, I'm a professional journalist or something. The things I do for y'all dear MTV steez readers… Read on, cuties.
Photo: Carpark Records
IDK what this says about me, but I majorly heart a good dreamy (see: acid-y) indie pop girl band. So when my ears/eyeballs fortunately were intro'd to TEEN's "Electric" music video, I nearly rolled under my desk whilst foaming at the mouth. Firstly, they took the hipster specs to another uh-mazing level aka the uber talented cuties rocked DRINKING STRAW GLASSES aka now I know how I'll be pregaming tonight. I'm pretty sure that ish was spiked with something that makes your eyes cry confetti because the music video also involves quirky choreographed numbers, immaculate bang whipping, and colorful inmate outfits that may or may not be found on the vintage racks at your local American Apparel. Additionally, TEEN's leader of the pack (or as I like to say, the band's Beyonce), Katherine Lieberson, goes by the nickname Teeny, which makes me quite happy. Their tunes from their debut album, 'In Limbo', (which PS you should purchase via iTunes) often inspire me to attempt cartwheels and dance alone in my bedroom a la that amazing scene in HBO's Girls. (PS why isn’t there a soundtrack obvi featuring a TEEN tune?!) Anyway, it's Monday which means I need a coffee or five which also means it's time for another Favorite Thangs. Take particular note of the following, regarding why Teeny is especially awesome: her favorite fashion icon, her go-to hangover cure, and her secret fave fashion blog. You go, girl.
Whilst stalking singer Natalia Kills' Twitter feed this week (as I do), my face began to leak/black heart began to beat as Kills revealed she’s gracing Dedicate magazine’s latest cover! She's in great company when it comes to the edgy French fashion mag's past cover girls, though, which have included other cat-eye superfans like Beth Ditto and Jared Leto (hehe). But we NEED to examine the drop dead gorgeousness that is the cover(s) ASAP. Uh huh, you read that right—TWO covers for which you can choose/drool upon. First up, I'm obsessed with the closeup cover number one showcasing Natalia's killer complexion, amazing Rooney Mara-rivaling bangs, and sultry goth lipstick pout. There's also a Rad Hourani vest over a leather collared shirt (with a zipper makes me QUITE happy) and don't even get me started on those banging brows and that shadowy smize.
Photo: Steven Gomillion and Dennis Leupold
When it comes to rising pop starlets, I often find myself giving the perpetual side-eye. I don't ask for much, but I do expect the full pop package (think Brit Brit a.k.a. the Holy Spearit circa 2001). Just gimme me some major pop anthems that have good hair-whipping moments and can get my arms flailing/booty bouncing on many a tequila-drenched dance-floor, and I'm good. Luckily, there's a new burgeoning pop diva on the block, and the dizzying buzz is totally side-eye free. Meet my latest obsession Nikki Williams, who, thank the pop gods, has amazing whip-friendly, fuchsia hair and a bouffant. *faints* Equally important is her Sia-penned sassy pop gem, "Kill, F***, Marry," in which she belts her pretty face off. (FYI: Sia basically is the best songwriter in the universe a.k.a. she wrote Rihanna's "Diamonds.") Mhmm, I expect really big thangs in 2013 for the South African-bred hunni. So, go on and let the obsession begin with Nikki's favorite fashion-y things... which—sartorial spoiler alert—involves a Superman boxers/princess tiara combo as a bad day remedy. My kinda gurl!
Charlotte Ronson at her show in Aruba.
Dearest NYers: Please do your best not to despise me/hate Tweet me. I escaped the ultimate Mean Girl known as Mother Nature over the weekend…but in the name of fashion! Specifically, Aruba In Style, which showcased many a beach-friendly designer from Aruba, Venezuela, Columbia and other tropical paradises. It was, in short, uh-mazing. Major highlight: kicking it via a cray unconventional front-row experience alongside fashion-y folks like Fashionista and FashionEtc—frozen mojito in hand, feet in pool water—whilst gorgeous models of all shapes and sizes strutted their stuff in floral bikinis, fancy flip-flops and lots of sheer. Additionally, there was a smoke-y sage-clutching model clad in a gothic wedding dress and a male model sporting abs of steel and sequined short-shorts, which resulted in my schvitzing my SPF off. There was also that one time where I found myself at Aruba's version of the Versace mansion for a presentation complete with gaudy marble pillars, statues and, duh, open bar. I bumped into the gorgggg downtown designer staple, Charlotte Ronson, who came down to represent for New York. If y'all saw her salivating-inducing SS13 show, then y'all know the homegirl's designs was a no-brainer showstopper for the daisy dukes, bikinis on top-friendly sartorial soiree. After one too many Pina Colada, I had a kiki with the sun-kissed beauty. Topics included her “Aruba In Style“ debut, her fave fashion-y pop princesses, and her secret behind remaining flaw-free in the Aruba heat/NYC frigid freak show.
Digital artist visionary/sartorial slayer aka Kesh had me at "HEY GIRL!" (Okay, maybe I said that to her whilst drooling over her goth Princess Leia-ish buns.) There was also our subsequent bonding over Britney's obscure naughty pop gem known as "Phonography". It was a grey evening at the Standard Hotel Grill and Kesh was kicking it at the bar with our mutual dark poptress BFF, Natalia Kills, both clad in their best goth garb and working the most purrfect cat eyes in the universe. And so it began. I thought I already knew a lot about Kesh via stalking her (hiiii, she's the mastermind behind Azealia Banks' ravishing raver bananas-ly Beetlejuice-tinged look at Coachella) and is a front row staple at every fashion week/fashion show that matters. I've also been itching whilst schvitzing for an invite to "The Cave" in her LA pad, where, as it's been told, Kesh brews her creative magic, photographing other aesthetically-awesome artists (see: Blood Orange, Venus X) in the ultimate meeting-of-the-well-dressed-minds. But I didn't expect our heartless-heart strings to bind us together for eternity. I blame it on the English accent and black lipstick kisses and maybe the Illuminati.