TheBaronOfFratton

^^Yes - Exactly like he said^^ But to get the full effect you need to see Frankie Rayder and Carmen Kass's faces... Like fishwives!!! Ah, Ana - at her beguiling best. One of my favourites from 2005 too. All lissom limbs and her seductive nonchalance... But this, well is simply sublime:

'Tis but a ripple in the ocean compared to your tsunami of strange images! Never ebb, my persipicacious penny...

GODSPEED, Photographer: Horst Diekgerdes, AnOther Magazine autumn/winter 2007

The sophisticated Ms. Moore: (Source: AnOther Magazine, autumn/winter 2007)

Well, as for me - and I suspect many others - I'm interested in finding out all about her 'acting' abilities... This is my first visit to this thread, and I'd never come across her before. She has certain 'Bond-esque' charms to be sure, but: Is she a Halle Berry (Y), or a Denise Richards (N) ? I'm off to rent "Hitman"...

Yes, and once she'd gone, they started to comment on Gisele's "assets" like a couple of bitchy old hags puffing on their ciggies!!!

Well then you're wrong !!!

Didn't realize Lais was without a thread, how utterly neglectful. Forshame! Thanks for correcting this sweetspice. These are from a lovely little shoot she did in Buenos Aires for the "Complot" Invierno 2006 campaign: Y mi favorito: Think I might have some backstage from this somewhere too...

As Madame Penny knows, I have been perusing this thread with gusto since it's inception. However, I've never had cause to post to it, principally because I could never find anything that passed muster. And I know it's been posted before (though not on this thread); but 'Tis the season, and I believe whatever your persuasion, your allegiance, your beliefs you can't go wrong with this: Seasons Greetings

Beware, if you are of that persuasion, because I may wax lyrical... It was 1990, I believe. And those Supermodels were beginning their vice-like grip on the media and - in turn - the hearts and minds and nether-regions of many a boy. For I was not yet a man, and wondering which of these amazons would be the one to claim me - after those barren years of 'tomboyish' soap stars and rather dull cardboard cut-out songstrels. I remember, that glorious summer, Claudia Schiffer was the 'de rigeur' choice of my amigos. I mean no disrespect to blondes, but teenage boys can be SO unimaginative... And there - ah, like so many have professed on this thread - there she was on the beach in the "Wicked Game" video. Who was this lady? This gypsy girl of my myriad furtive dreams, who had banged tambourines and lamented forlornly and twirled in vivid colours until dawn? Here she was made flesh. Of emerald eyes and caramel thighs, and a smile that hinted of carnal delight. Helena - betwixt the exotic sensuality of Peru, and the austere innate coolness of Denmark. Strutting in Versace. Oscillating wildly. Yes, it would be her. And so she soon festooned my bedroom wall. That photograph of her in the metallic bikini. And then she met Michael Hutchence. Perfection. For there we were, picking up instruments with beliefs of global domination - or rather more prosaically - meeting girls. And Hutchence was like a sexual behemoth to us, an aspiration. I was growing my hair and perfecting some sort of stage presence, we all were. And HE'D GOT HELENA!!! Perchance we could follow in such shadows... Soon I was in a band. And soon the girls took notice. And I met my first girlfriend. An inappropriate, vacuous sort, according to my Mother (who has so often been proved correct in such matters). And bearing more than a passing resemblance to my muse. But oh, that is a whole other story. And an unfortunate template for ladies that I've taken many unsuccessful pains to stray from. Then, later, the goddess morphed into this bohemian wonder. A quirky, interesting free-spirit - collecting antiques and having by far the coolest abode in Copenhagen. She was the perfect girlfriend; she became the perfect wife. There is nothing 'still' sexy about her. She simply is. "Age is something that doesn't matter, unless you are a cheese." The lady IS sexy. I was lucky enough to meet her 3 or 4 years ago, and she shone as ever. She was breathtaking. And she smelled of violets and black pepper - Intoxicating. But woe is me, for I froze. As you may surmise, I'm not one to be lost for words, but there - in her presence - I simply stopped functioning. It was more than tongue-tied. I shook. She smiled, gracefully, and took my hand - my quivering, sweaty hand... And then she was gone. And of course, all the things I should have said came flooding back with limitless abandon. Oh, how witty, how adroit I nearly was! Then, yes then she would have seen that me - the one that would have rendered her smitten. The one that would have seen me ensconced in her heart and her Copenhagen home. Perhaps next time. They say it does no good to meet our heroes, that we are always left wanting. Certainly I've kept my composure before in the presence of fame - dubious and warranted. With Helena it was different. For it harked back to an awakening. I'd had crushes of course. Strange desires. (My first being Daphne from 'Scooby-Doo', leaving me with a unquenchable desire for redheads - again, another tawdry story!) Though this was full on hormonal pubescent desire. Maybe it was that acknowledgment of lust - maybe I was simply ashamed? I am sure I blushed. Maybe she guessed... Anyway, forgive my purple prose. Just remember to calm yourself, lest it happen to you. And just simply admire.

I wish that for just one time You could stand inside my shoes And just for that one moment I could be you Yes, I wish that for just one time You could stand inside my shoes You'd know what a drag it is To see you Dylan - Positively 4th Street A perfect kiss-off

Shhhh! Let us talk quietly about such things - lest we jinx SI too...

I've always felt that 'Inguna Butane' does not really do such a girl much justice. But then I'm not Latvian - perhaps it reads better there... Whereas 'Luisana Lopilato' quite literally drips off the tongue.

This is in no way indicative of any current predicament. I can be pithy on cue. Oh Yes, Let's DO Remember The Good Times And sometimes I still smell you Or the perfume that you wore On people that just pass me by -I don't like it anymore In my photographic history You still reappear I haven't cut you out yet -But I do keep scissors near "Remember when..?" They start to say And then They sometimes stop Shared reference points are many -Before couple bubbles pop How quickly the milk turns sour Bitterness easily takes The victuals will spoil -Eventually glass breaks To your sun I was a satellite And to your light a moth Your once endearing qualities -Now really fuck me off

Sam12 - we agree yet again! In all fairness, I have not yet seen the new show (roll on Monday...) But I'm getting the distinct impression it didn't go down too well with the cognoscenti! Correct me if I'm wrong. 2005 was great. I loved the opening as well, nothingless - and the ladies all looked so damn mean. Ana was at her glorious non-committal best (just a thought - maybe all the recent theatrics simply aren't to her liking. Can you see her as an 'Angel' and participating in 'Angel' shenanigans?) And it was my first introduction to Doutzen - and she looked bloody brilliant! All pouty insouciance, bombshell hair and caramel thighs... The Russian segment was the perfect symbiosis between theme, music, and model. And Natasha losing her shoe was darling (I rather felt the following year's KK shoe 'catastrophe' was slightly contrived). And she looked phenomenally cute. As, infact, did most of them. Even those I can't profess to like. The finale, with all the ladies together, was as enticing as working out which present to open first on Christmas day. Actually that Christmas element was handled well, not overblown and overtly 'surreal' like this year's tree costume business. It had overtones in all the segments (the Russian babushka dolls, the toy soldiers, the wrapped up bows) and was sexy as opposed to gimmicky. And this just could have been the best present ever: I could have done without Ricky Martin, though. But we can't have everything can we?

Heavens no, never! Say it loud, Miss red and proud. (Y) "Get thee to a nunnery."

Do you remember when Heidi Klum used to be a model? "The one off 'Project Runway'?", I hear you ask. Indeed. The very same. Heidi... She was pretty good. But oh, that was so many moons ago... Perhaps you recall Tyra Banks? Yes - that one! She was a model too. I know, I know... But believe me, she was. And Gisele Bundchen; the one from that great film 'Taxi' with Jimmy Fallon and Queen Latifah - about the...well...taxi? Yes, you've guessed it. She was only a bloody model too! And maybe you saw 'How I Met Your Mother' the other week? When they went to the Victoria's Secret party, remember? And they spoke to those girls, with HILAIRIOUS consequences? ALL models! They were models. Insignificant models from fashion shows. Remember fashion shows? You know, where people walk up and down runways to promote clothing? Yes: Old, silly, outdated, irrelevant fashion shows. The ones that didn't involve musical interludes and celebrities and car licence plates around your thighs... Remember them? Yes, people. Do you remember when 'Victoria's Secret Models' used to model 'Victoria's Secret'? A time, not so long ago - before 'Angels', before cameo roles, before this all-encompassing 'celebrity' nonsense that has engulfed us? That time is gone. Alas, we shall never see it's like again. For now we have to have tie-ins and marketing schmarketing. We have to have brand awareness above and beyond the norms of fashion weeks and magazine advertisements and editorials. Unfortunately the Dylan commercial was a warning. It was an endorsement. It was a promotional tool. It was a HARBINGER OF DOOM (forgive the melodrama)! The good old days. Those halcyon days. Where models modelled. Where 'What Is Sexy?' was answered fairly comprehensively. Innocent, carefree days...

But that was the past, my dear. They do things differently there! Besides, science is now on your side...

Some relevant news to bump this neglected thread: Of all women, redhheads have the most sex.Although he doesn't explain exactly how he came up with this dubious conclusion, sex researcher and professor Dr. Werner Habermehl of the Hamburg Medical Research Institute in Hamburg, Germany says he examined the sex lives of hundreds of German women and compared the findings to their hair colour - specifically red, blonde and brunette. "The sex lives of the women with red hair were clearly more active than those with other hair colour, with more partners and having sex more often tha the average" Habermehl told London's Daily Mail "The research shows that the fiery redhead certainly lives up to her reputation." And if women dye their hair red? That means they're signalling men that they're looking for a sexual partner. "Even women in a fixed relationship are letting their partners know they are unhappy if they dye their hair red," the professor told the Daily Mail "They are saying that they are looking for something better." Psychologist Christine Baumanns told the British paper, "Red stands for passion and when a man sees a redhead he will think he is dealing with a woman who won't mess around and gets straight to the point when it comes to sex." (source - AOL personals) Well, there you have it. 'Redheads Make Better Lovers': FACT. This one's for you, sweet Ophelia..! :brows: