VS is pushing Bee hard. Of the last 10 instagram posts featuring models, 6 have been of Bee, and in stores right now, it's her t-shirt bra campaign and her swim pictures in the window hangs. If she doesn't get the FB I will be pretty shocked. 

 

Plus the multitude of catalog covers she's gotten so far this year and the future ones she's sure to get. It really is hers to lose this year if they're going with one FB. I think next year is where it gets interesting, but that's way in the future. 

• The debate over Kate G's instagram being locked

 

Her twitter's been suspended now too. What are you up to, Kate? 

 

• The debate over Kate G's instagram being locked

 

Her twitter's been suspended now too. What are you up to, Kate? 

 

 

What! Had to be hacked to be suspended then, yesterday it was fine no spam posts or anything suspicious.

^ As long as she thinks before she speaks or types I am pretty sure she will get the bra this year.

I agree. I still cringe at her #theoldestmodels post on IG.

VS has been pushing Behati so much this year and it will continue like that. I can see her landing the Holiday catalog cover and the Vday cover next year. It would be amazing if they did a Holiday trifold cover like the VS SWIM with all the Angels.

 

What have I missed!

 

• The debate over Kate G's instagram being locked
• Will Kendall Jenner ever work or walk for VS?
• Miley and Stella may be a thing
• People starting their prayer circles now in hopes that neither Taylor Swift nor Maroon 5 will perform at VSFS this year
• And that some former Angels will make an appearance
• Candice, Taylor, Behati and Sara are either shooting or have shot for swim in T&C

 

Did I leave anything out?

 

 

Only the "my model is better than yours" usual conversation

^ I can't believe I forgot that one.

 

I think Behati is probably a lock for the Holiday cover but I think they might give one of the newer Angels (Elsa most likely) the Vday one.

Seems like Josephine is on her way too

@JosephinSkriver: Next stop ✈ Turks and Caicos ☀

Can't wait for these swim pictures!!

And now we know the secret to why VS models and models in general love Leo. excerpt from a book Dirty Rocker Boys by Bobbie Brown aka the Cherry Pie girl

 

 

Contains sexual themes, click at your own risk.

Get your milk Leo, get your Milk..

 

 

So I came across this while reading a book recently and I thought you might all like to have it.
The book is called "Dirty Rocker Boys - by Bobbi Brown"

Who better to confide in about my problems than a wide-eyed actor named Leonardo DiCaprio, who had about as much life experience as a Care Bear? “Thing is,” I told him as we chatted at the club, “if you’re not grown-up enough to deal with their ‘musician issues,’ then rock star lovers can send a girl down some very dark and dangerous rabbit holes. You know what I mean?”
Leo did not know what I meant. We were in the VIP lounge at Grand Ville, and he was looking at me like I was insane. I was insane, kind of. The stress of being married to one rock star (Jani Lane), engaged to another (Tommy Lee), and then jilted thanks to my professional rival (Pamela Anderson) had taken a toll. I was tired, jaded, defeated. The speed was playing tricks on my sanity, and my behavior had grown notoriously unpredictable. But how could Leo possibly understand? He was so fresh and upbeat. He looked like he should be drinking milk, not martinis.
For years Leo had been dancing up to me at the clubs, saying how he wanted to make me his girlfriend. I smiled and patted him on the head. How cute. I was seven years his senior and felt like his grandma. I’d never been someone’s G.I.L.F. before. “Do you think it’s too Harold and Maude if I do it with Leo?” I asked Sharise Neil, ex-wife of Mötley Crüe’s Vince Neil, and my sister in pleasure seeking. Sharise raised an eyebrow and shrugged. At least baby-faced Leo had a grown-up career, I thought. The Basketball Diaries, his breakthrough movie, had come out that year, and he was about to star in Baz Luhrmann’s Romeo + Juliet. If I hooked up with Leo, who was younger, cuter, and about to be more famous than Tommy Lee, it would hit Tommy right in the ballsack.
This time, when Leo came dancing up to me, I played along. “Call me, I dare you.” My inner G.I.L.F. was ready to party.
UNICORNS AND UNIBROWS
I opened my front door, and there he was, wide face, cornflower-blue eyes, big smile. Leo’s hair was pulled back in barrettes and he was wearing a headband. He looked pretty, like a ballerina. I invited him in. “Can I put on some music?” he asked, waving a CD in the air.
“Sure.”

Don’t go chasing waterfalls.
Please stick to the rivers and the lakes that you’re used to.

Leo sat on the floor, eyes closed, singing along. I recognized the song, by that R & B girl band TLC. It was all over the radio. I stood there for a while, watching Leo sing along, wondering what to do next, and what conversation there was to make. There was none. Pokémon? New Kids on the Block? College? “Let’s go to the bedroom.” I said. Leo nodded.
My bed was big and tall, and you had to climb up a small ladder to get to it. “You want to get up there with me, Leo?”
“Okay!”
We started kissing. I pulled his T-shirt over his head, leaving the barrettes in his hair. I unbuttoned his jeans and tugged down on his boxers. What I saw made me gasp. It made no sense. The kid put Tommy Lee to shame. “Wow, Leo, I wasn’t expecting that.” Next to his slim body, his assets were startlingly huge. “Wait, let me turn the light on,” I said. “I’ve got to see this properly.” Yup, even under closer inspection, Leonardo DiCaprio’s crotch was on steroids. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. Ha, wait till Tommy “I’ve got the biggest dick in Hollywood” hears about this, I thought.
“So, Bobbie, do you have any diseases?”
Oh.
The question dropped like ice water on my head. I hadn’t really thought about it. I’d come of age on the Sunset Strip, which was basically a glorified STD factory. No one in the rock scene wore condoms. No one. Had I been tested? Of course not. Nothing seemed too diseased down there, but I hadn’t thought to ask a doctor to check me out. On the Strip, when it came to bodily juices, sharing was caring.
“Also, Bobbie, what about gonorrhea? Have you been tested for that? And when you suck my dick, can you do it with a condom on?” Gah, he’s so PC, I thought.
Truth be told, I could hardly blame Leo for feeling the safe-sex vibe with me. Tommy Lee was one of the biggest man-whore stripper chasers on the Strip. But I had never sucked anyone’s wiener with a condom on it before. Oh well, first time for everything.
Leo rolled a rubber on, lay back, and closed his eyes. My cue to get started. I kissed his belly and drew him close to me. I began to lick and kiss his gargantuan penis. I tried to put it in my mouth. I could barely breathe. My jaw locked; my eyeballs bulged. So I went back to licking it. Unfortunately, the latex tasted like the inside of a balloon, bitter, reminiscent of trips to the dentist. I rode my tongue up and down, trying to ignore the acrid taste, but after a few minutes, I had to stop. The flavor, along with his spectacular girthyness, was making me gag.
“Leo, I’m sorry but this condom tastes terrible. I don’t think I can do it.” Leo pulled me down next to him and kissed me sweetly. “You’re right, that does taste kinda funny.” I pulled him on top of me. His eyes stayed open, gazing into mine. His brow furrowed a little as he eased himself into me. I inhaled sharply—he was . . . titanic.
“Wow, Leo, that’s nice, really nice.” Waves of satisfaction rippled through my body. I pulled Leo deeper into me, as deep as he could go. Revenge was sweeter than I could have imagined. If only Tommy Lee could see me now.
“Wait. Wait a second. Don’t move, Bobbie,” whispered Leo.
“What’s wrong?”
“We need to slow down.”
“Um, okay.”
We were about one minute into the lovemaking. I waited a few beats. I pulled him close again and he squeaked.
“No, no, not yet.”
I looked at Leo’s perfect face as he grimaced, hoping to make it past the two-minute mark. He was a unicorn. Rare, innocent, and horny. Me, on the other hand, I’d been engaged, married, and had given birth. I needed a man, not a man-child.
Ah what’s the point?
“I’m going to get a drink,” I said, pushing him off me, climbing down out of the bed, throwing on a T-shirt. I was mad at him, mad at the whole world. The speed was making me antsy, bitchy, and annoyed with the handsome young golden boy for making me feel like a pedophile. Heading down the stairs, I yelled over my shoulder. “Maybe you should take your socks off next time.” Leo seemed confused. “Okay . . . can you make me a drink too?”
“How about a glass of milk?”
I went downstairs and hung out by myself, watching TV. I just wanted him gone. “Bobbie? Are you coming back?” I heard him call from my bedroom.
“Nah.”
Leo, at his tender age, had yet to learn how to recognize damaged goods. How was he to know he was just one in a series of revenge fucks? A little confused by my behavior, Leo got up, got dressed, and left.
A few months later, I did an interview on the radio in which I mentioned Leo’s extraordinary penis. Leo, apparently, didn’t see the funny side. He sent his best friend Kevin Connolly, who you might have seen on Entourage and in the movie He’s Just Not That Into You, over to talk to me. Kevin was a mutual friend of ours who I talked to on the phone occasionally, and who had also asked me out a few times. Today, though, he was visiting on “official business.”
“Yeah, so Leo heard about that interview you did,” said Kevin. “He’s really pissed off that you would talk about something personal on-air.”
“I’m sorry,” I said, stifling my laughter. I couldn’t imagine Tommy ever getting mad about the world knowing what a huge penis he has. But then, Leo wasn’t a cock-rock musician. For all his playfulness, he was a serious kid. I never heard from him again. Which was fine by me.

 

You're welcome Panda

This might be a few days old but the VSAA Supermodel page now calls them Angels instead of Supermodels:

http://vsallaccess.victoriassecret.com/supermodels/

I wish I could unread that. 

Barrettes and a headband can't be unseen.

I wish I could unread that. 

+1

Barrettes and a headband. Don't go chasing waterfalls LMAO!
Well at least we know Leo's always had a thing for blondes, fake or otherwise. Romee run!

Here's What Victoria's Secret Swimsuit Look Like On Real Women

http://www.buzzfeed.com/laraparker/heres-what-victorias-secret-swimsuits-look-like-on-real-wome?#.ig87qYZwB

These articles always conveniently don't include the "real woman" who are naturally skinny or the "real woman" who are in shape or athletically built. Apparently you are fake if you don't fall into their categories, and obviously they look worse then toned fit models and the company uses photo editing to make their products look better, that is the whole point of advertising which these stupid articles always miss because they are trying to prove a "social point". Of course it looks better on the professional models who have a marketing team and editing team meant to sell the swimsuits look better.

There are plenty of companies who promote all body types yet this stupid article once again is just one of those that target VS for being the #1 company, wow boo hoo everyone is subjecting to advertising and lots of people fit or like it and lots don't, you live in an age where you can literally pick your media being presented to you, thats how many options you have yet they continue to bitch at the same few companies for doing what they always do, despite it being enormously successful,

+1

@victoriassecret

 

Jasmine is also on her way to T&C for swim