When the Fashion Spot revealed their diversity report for the Fall 2017 season back in February, things were looking refreshingly good.
Models of color appeared in every show at New York Fashion Week. Six out of the 10 most-booked models were models of color. And plus-size models had their biggest season on record, with 26 plus-size model appearances (up from just 4 the previous year).
And while that momentum has continued for models of color, according to the latest diversity report released by the Fashion Spot on Thursday morning — this one focusing on print advertising campaigns — the reality for plus-size models is far bleaker.
In fact, out of the 444 model appearances they examined, plus-size women were only cast 10 times — down from 14 one year earlier. That’s a mere 2.3%. Read more (5/4/17)
Though Thunderbirds (1965) was way before my time, it was a popular, influential show, and I remember coming across its remnants often on flea markets when I was a kid: books, plastic figures, models, comics, and the like.
Its colorful style (which I believe is making a comeback) is striking, as this art by Shigeru Komatsuzaki (1915-2001) abundantly shows. (These illustrations graced model kit boxes and picture books and the like.)
Summary: You and Yoongi shared a loving relationship with one another until you both agreed to end things and pursue your separate careers. But two years later, Yoongi is a member of the ever growing Bangtan Boys, and you are a new makeup artist for their upcoming tour. Pairing: Yoongi | Reader Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut; Idol & Makeup Artist AU Word Count: 3,840 Author’s Note: And this, my friends, marks the end.
I fully understood what was expected of me: I had to be a young woman who was fresh-faced and pretty, never moody and with no needs or desires of my own except to conform to the desires of those who were selecting me. And, above all, never stressed-out. Designers had the monopoly on stress: they were the ones whose career was on the line at the next show, who were exposing themselves to rave reviews or devastating criticism and who were taking all the risks. All we had to do was be good ‘clothes hangers’ as Karl Lagerfeld put it. Slim, efficient, a winning walk and a killer gaze. Next please! I’d also understood that when you were a model, eating in public was simply not the done thing. You absolutely had to give the impression you weren’t interested in food, or indeed, anything at all except fashion.
Victoire Dauxerre, Size Zero: My Life as a Disappearing Model.
anyway the raptors in “Jurassic Park” were textually accurate to the book and the book made it clear that the animals in the park were genetically engineered to prioritize people’s expectations of what dinosaurs SHOULD look like as opposed to what they actually looked like, and the reason they’re so big even though velociraptor mongoliensis was actually about knee-high on a human is because the animal shown in the book and movie is modeled after deinonychus, an honorary raptor that was at the time of writing considered part of the velociraptor family but has since been reclassified as its own group.
You pushed the half eaten pancake around on your plate watching it soak up the maple syrup. It was just after the Grammy’s and you weren’t really all that hungry but Grayson had insisted you, Ethan and Cameron go to Denny’s that night and he was relentless when he was hungry. It was nearly 2 a.m. and you wanted nothing more than to hop in bed with Ethan but you knew that couldn’t happen just yet.
"I can’t believe we got to go to the Grammy’s!“ Grayson cheered.
You couldn’t help but admire how humble they both managed to seem despite their booming success. A tour, clothing line, modelling, a book, you name it. The Dolan Twins were doing it all.
You were all still dressed in your formal attire and you and Cameron were buzzing from the endless complimentary champagne that was handed out all evening. You couldn’t take your eyes off Ethan as he yammered on about nothing in particular. He had a tendency to talk too much but it was one of the many, many traits you loved about him. He looked so damn sexy in his dress shirt and black slacks. His suit jacket laid snug around your arms as you had grown cold throughout the evening. You inhaled his delicious, signature, scent. It was a Burberry cologne you could never remember the name of. His once slick hair was now tousled but he looked nothing less than perfect. Needless to say, you were sexually frustrated.