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Life After Top Model: Lisa D’Amato

Now that it has become painfully clear that being a winner or high ranking contestant on America’s Next Top Model does not necessarily ensure a legitimate modeling career, its no surprise that our old favorites are popping out of the woodwork, and exploring other avenues of recognition where it doesn’t hurt to look hot.

While this would otherwise be a perfect opportunity to, for lack of a better word, talk shit, I have to admit that Lisa D’Amato, the lovable schizoid from cycle five actually doesn’t suck that much as far as her musical abilities are concerned. The aspiring emcee has been performing and making her rounds throughout the LA music scene, all the while rubbing elbows with Shwayze and making bootleg music videos. I’ve always appreciated the girl’s uninhibited spirit and enviable cheekbones, and now it seems as though she’s got some promising rhyming chops to boot. Homemade visuals aside (blame it on “director” Cisco Adler), check out “Trainwreck”, a song to which I actually found myself bobbing my head to.

Sinners & Saynt: NY Fashion Week Day One & Two

What a f*cking whirlwind it’s been!!! So I started this NY Fashion Week a bit unexcited. Heatherette was out. Marc seemed to be missing. And the only thing remotely interesting seemed to be Chloe Sevgny at Webster Hall, which believe me isn’t that exciting since my only memory of the Hall comes from when I was 18 and throwing up chunks in some upstairs bathroom. I guess that would explain earlier posts signifying my pre-exaustion.

Day one came and I slept in. I missed opening ceremony with the Lipstick Jungle girls and ran to the tents just in time to grab my pass before Duckie Brown. That collection disappointed (sorry boys, I know I suck) and the next thing to look forward to was a meeting with my lawyers (we’ve been discussing the legal blah blah of a merger with Trendible.com. Go there, join and tell your friends). Heading back to the office in the pouring rain, I thought it was only right to curse the heavens as a speediant cab drove me past the tents at just the right time to see a bevy of paparazzis snapping at somenobody from One Tree Hill or America’s Next Top Porn Star.

At the office we quickly regrouped. Busie to Yeolee at the New Museum and the rest of us to meet with Cassie of New York Couture and the MTV True Life crew (yeah Indies we are being filmed by True Life!!!). If you don’t know New York Couture, get to know it. This girl is the next Heatherette and her show next week will feature the very best in new artists, drag queens and live performances. We walked through sound and lighting for the show and made sure that timing was okay. Jessica interviewed Cassie (seriously this girl can be an anchor, someone hire her) and we made our way out of Rebel to head to Edwing D’Anglo’s “Awakening” show.

Amanda and the late designer

After about an hour and a half, Amanda Lepore randomly strolled in. We stopped caring and headed out early since the place was packed with non-industry types and we completely couldn’t miss our “Project Runway” secret show. Bumped into Christian (the kid), Jack (the Flashdancer), and Jay (season one). Fell in love with Elisa (she is too cute).

Victorya Hong showed a collection which was even “too safe” for Banana Republic. After, we ran to the tents to see Venexiana. Rebecca’s addiction to fur was in high force as the collection played through. Early on we saw some strong pieces but later on the beauty queen/My Super Sweet 16 dresses failed to impress. After we congratulated Kati Stern, said hi to Malan Breton (our Project Runway favorite who’s showing at the tents this year) and Nole (Top Model Dude) and chilled with our favorite photographer Rick Louis.

Chick at Seven Party

Later we headed to Tenjune for the Duckie Brown party and then skipped it to head to Arena for Seven New York’s party. Insane till I got a bit tipsy and headed home which I regretted since B.F.F’s stayed and chilled with designer Bernard Willhelm.

Day Two.

Headed out to Academy of Arts. Loved Juhee Chung for women and Shady N. R. Elias for men (change your name to Shady Elias and you’ll be fine). Eel skin might be my knew favorite skin thanks to Elias. Brunch at Penelope’s and then back to the tents for Anorexic Herchcovich. Every other model looked like they had cancer and we’re on life support. For some reason I was expecting more from this Brazilian designer, especially since most Brazilian girls are a bit more sumptuously hot (i.e. Gisele). Feed your models dude, cause the girls bulging veins really distracted me from your halfway decent collection.

Fashion Indie supports anti-life support models. This dude doesn’t.

Backstage I congratulated Cobra Snake on his Paper Magazine Nightlife Award win (I’m guessing that’s like the Oscar’s of his field) and was quickly entranced by Cory Kennedy, who seems so much more down to earth in person (I officially retract about half the things I may have said or thought about her). Rebecca thought she looked a bit “nappy” and I was a bit in shock that I was the only one in my crew of four that knew who she really was (I really need to stop reading Nylon).

Two of the Misshapes showed up. Leigh needs to eat something, pronto. The girl used to be hot, but now she’s just scary looking (also see black is out, wear some color).

Was tired after the show so headed home. Skipped Ruffian, Sass & Bide, Rock & Republic, Alexander Wang and all the afterparties. Guess I’m getting too old for this sh*t.

Final Thoughts.

- Thanks to Bob Bland of Brooklyn Royalty (amazing dull name for a pretty cool girl) for pointing out Anorexic Herchcovich’s view on eating disorders. You we’re right, we can’t support this.

- Cory Kennedy is still cool. I can’t really hate on anyone successful who is younger than me.

- Cobra Snake, also cool but he really should dress better and get a hair cut. (if you need a stylist please feel free to contact us.)

- Cassie K. of NY Couture is the next Heatherette. Spread it like hotcakes.

- Edwing D’angelo is no Marc Jacobs. Start your show on time next season, buddy.