Chicago Fashion Foundation benefit show producer Milan in the most devastating Gucci belt.

Debbie Harry. Sexy as hell.
Occasionally I get this burning desire to be fair and post pics of people other than Nancy and Stevie. I know right? Craziness. ;D
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kitchen theory
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Kindskopf (Head of a child) by Gottfried Helnwein
Image and style have pretty much always been essential to pop stardom, but I think most people could agree on 1980s MTV as some sort of turning point, the moment where pop stars became creatures of image — where you could no longer really plan to be a star without taking some kind of care over your visual persona. And for a while there, you could connect image with music in a lot of different ways. Most acts just tried to live out their own aesthetic on film — like, say, Duran Duran. Others made relatively strange music and used the images to ground it in something concrete, to say this is the kind of world this music might come from. (I think this was essential for Prince.) Some had to use image to live up to the scale and sense of event of being a pop star — hence Michael Jackson making videos that were twice as long as the songs they contained. There were a lot of possible relationships between the singles and the visual package.
But it was Madonna, I think, who figured out one of the savviest pop tricks: that you could make singles that were inviting, comfortable, fun, and open to a lot of different uses and interpretations — but use visual packaging to make those songs more challenging, controversial, or even torrid.
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February sunshine in Chicago. My 17th century Chinese statue feels the unaccustomed warmth and looks almost happy.
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A milkman delivering milk in a London street devastated during a German bombing raid. Firemen are dampening down the ruins behind him. (ph. Fred Morley)
This is beautiful, like a poem.
R.I.P. Alexander McQueen

despite the large percentage of chance that this socks-with-sandals trend will make anyone who isn’t 110-pounds-when-wet look like they have cankles, i will be attempting it come spring. toes can get cold at night, you know.
We hear the highlight of the Critics’ Choice event was Newton-bred “Office” actor John Krasinski and Burlington-bred Amy Poehler’s tribute to the late John Hughes, which featured the comedy stars dressed as Jon Cryer and Molly Ringwald’s characters from the Hughes classic “Pretty in Pink.’’ Death Cab for Cutie followed their presentation with a live cover of the Simple Minds hit from Hughes’s “The Breakfast Club,’’ “Don’t You (Forget About Me).’’
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