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Trendspark: Gap Teeth

Well this is nothing new, but it’s just something that my dentally conscious self noticed recently.

The Madonna divorce news has catapulted her face all over the papers and blogs once again.  I’ve also noticed some similar mugs.  Most notably, I took a quick glance and thought the Material Girl was on the cover of the November 2008 issue of Vogue Paris (top) for some reason.

But the above three gap-toothed lovelies are different people.  Vanessa Paradis, Lara Stone, and Madonna all proudly sport the dental oddity.  Whereas Gwen Stefani and Miranda Hobbes famously wore braces as adults, Vanessa, Lara, and Madge have not repaired their gaps.  The imperfection is a nice contrast to their otherwise fortunate genetics.

Vogue PARIS June/July 2008

2 Models. 2 Covers. 1 issue; spanning 2 months.
Models: Laetitia Casta & Noémie Lenoir
Shot by: Mario Testino

Which do you like better? Who looks hotter; Laetitia or Noemie? Comment and let us know.

Source: Fashion Phenoms

Thank You for Smoking!!!

Fashion was never meant to be safe.

It’s destructive and meant specifically for the .01% of the population that can maintain a size two frame, spend over an hour on hair and make-up and spend thousands on couture.  This is why I’m in love with Paris Vogue’s refusal to play it safe by featuring a smoking hot Kate Moss taking puffs from a CIGARETTE!!!  Yes, the sensor society of America has no say on what happens in the pages of magazines across the Atlantic, which is why this version of Vogue is so much more potent than Anna’s monthly love letter to Cosmopolitan.

Not everyone agrees with the smoking gun that is Moss’s spread. Gossip mongered Perez Hilton (aka the best reason to endorse late term abortions) feels that Kate’s spread is “Icky Icky Poo” (his words, not mine) and that Kate should put down the Parliaments (cause they cause cancer) and retire.

Last time I checked Perezy, shoving fistfuls of chocolate cake down your glutenous trap causes just as much damage to your body as an occasional smoke.  Get off your fucking high horse and jog, you fat bastard.