Photography by Emily Scarlett Romain and fashion by Charlotte Gibbs. Click for details. Shirt and dungaree dress all vintage. Jumper vintage. Jumper by Acne and shirt vintage. Slip by La Senza. Dress vintage. Jumper vintage. Left, bra by Topshop. Right, denim shirt and shorts vintage. Bodysuit by Topshop. Photography by Emily Scarlett Romain, fashion and art direction on the shoot by Charlotte Gibbs
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In my dreams I am a man named Pierre and have three arms. My third arm is not a tentative genetic aberration like a flipper or feeler or wimpy ghost of an ancestral tail. It's as arm-like as my other two, both of which are quite arm-like. It is a thing to behold, this third arm, an evolutionary leap forward in the human chain, thrusting mankind far beyond his (and her) potential as a two-armed beast. Yes, it's a decisive third arm, a dominant trait with a subliminal animal musk that has women everywhere overtaken by instinctual urges to unite their ova with my spermatozoa. Click to read the article.
There is a tendency for every generation to believe that it is the brave new world. To believe that what it is doing is braver and newer than anything before. That it is the bee's knees, the cat's meow, and even the cat's pajamas. We are no exception, and justifiably so: It's a fact that our world is the most chronologically advanced ever. We've got the internet, smart phones, and low-fat latte macchiatos. New, today, is renewed at a faster rate than ever before, and in many ways, our world is new each day. But what exactly does it mean to us to be new? Or brave? By Tom Greenwood
When photographer Erika Lager visited the London office and studio of dame Vivienne Westwood, she was introduced to the witty and checkered world of one of the most influential British designers of recent decades. She became a fashion legend when she brought her punk vision to the forefront of fashion in the mid-1970s and the
Here in Los Angeles the peasant fare of Europe must be purchased in so called "gourmet" grocery store's. So Salami Finocchiona de Calbria, Smoked sardines from Marseilles and some cheap pate with cornichones and a stick of bread they dare to call "french baguette" is a very expensive lunch. That said, worth every penny, so as the true dilettante might masquerade as el campesino in the midst of Hollywood. Photography and words by Hansom Pyjama.