A perfect shaped hair helmet and oversized Chanel shades. Talking carnival? Actually, yeah. Satan costumes are the latest if you didn't happen to know. Ask Anna Wintour.
Get up at 4am, play a tennis match and have your make-up and hair done by 8am. Caffeine addict? Nah, a routine to look great. Sounds killing? Ask Anna Wintour.
What's it like to have the powa? Do ask her.
You may know her from being a total bitch and wearing Prada, but she rocks and rules fashion bizz. Nobody puts together a catwalk show, gives away the season's trends or premieres the latest Fendi bag without her knowing.
This supernatural human being —this seriously and widely doubted— reigns over the olympus of style. And I'm not talking NYC fashion week, but world-wide domain. Anna Wintour is Vogue's US Editor-in-chief which basically means free designer everything (I'm not sure about undies) and living the good life with bbfs Karl (Lagerfeld), Michael (Kors) and Ivanka (Trump). Who wouldn't like to be friends with God? Duh! Except God only wears Armani.
Nuclear Wintour is the perfect example of working it from the bottom to the top. First she got a job at Harper's and Queen in London, to be later the Editor at Vogue UK and House and Garden. Guess she could be crowned Condé Nast Queen. She is responsible for rocketing Vogue to where it is now, the one and only reference in Heaven. Somehow, she managed to find some other place for US Vogue's previous Editor-in-Chief and be kind enough to take over her. And then She rested. And She admired her work. But this time no one was created at her resemblance. God is wise.
The magazine started to reborn from that moment and so did the fashion world. Clothes, trends and mags are well known for holding hands in perfect unism and armony. But out of her rib photographers emerged. Mario Testino, Annie Leibovitz and Kevin Klein joined Wintour and rejoyced in her presence. It was the time to settle in Earth. In human form all they came down to make mortality a pleasant walk and to give meaning to my life —and my blog.
Vogue will establish what's hot and what's not. And then we will follow.
3 comments:
Con que has caído en el fatalísimo mundo del blog xDDD... en serio, esto junto al fotolog es una plaga.
Pues nada, a ver si nos vemos por la uni.
very nice! i like your plays on words and religious sarcasm (always a fave of mine!) and who knew wintour was so cool (hihihi...get it?) seriously, i continue to be baffled by your knowledge of fashion and your ever expanding domain of the english language. well done toasty! keep it up!
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esto es demasiada moda para mi
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ansiq mete algo de politica q sino no puedo metr baza
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