Le temps déborde.

I've already implied this in the last article, but lately I've been feeling like my whole relationship to fashion was built upon illusional interpretations and personal fantasies. For instance, I find the fact of being able to see beauty where most of the people can't to be a soothing treat. I most particularly cherish these moments when I run my fingers through newsstands filled in with fashion magazines, grasp one of the less notorious publications, cluelessly look through it, lay my eyes upon an arresting story featuring a model who's hardly ever to be seen and get to recognize the latter in the blink of an eye. It's the comforting feeling of being favoured, as though merged into a weary, hopeless, inhumanity-struck crowd I was given the chance to catch a glimpse of beauty and hold on to this vision, while nobody else could. It may account for my more and more turning my back on foremost publications and models ; I'm clung to this sentiment, as greedy and far-fetched as it is, to the point where I concentrate on discreet, if worthwhile, newfaces and magazines so I can feel like being sighted enough to spot under-the-radar talents while others just get satisfied with what there's (however mediocre it possibly is) at hand. I know, I know. It makes nonsense and sounds like pretentiousness verging on ludicrousness. Though humans in general do (like to) live upon illusions, and that's partly why fashion - and so on and on - exist(ed) in the first place, isn't it.? But it's not the point here, and I'm digressing as per usual. Thing is, I was digitally going through the September / October Wonderland Magazine issue - you can hand it to the Internet to give you a first appealing approach to a magazine contents and plunge you into the dire need of getting ahold of it - when my eyes went across a six-pages long set of photographs - and there it went again : the feeling I mentionned earlier on.

Displaying the Fall / Winter 2010 Cerruti collection, here is India Farrell, whose shots got squeezed into an issue jam-packed with clothing-centered, if subtle, spreads. She exudes a witty vulnerability which can be both distressing and captivating, according to the beholder and their inclination to this kind of beauty. Upon first seeing her I was smitten, without getting my hopes up as to her being propelled full force into the industry (which she hasn't been... yet?), for her tests didn't do her possible ambivalence favour. Then again, test shots (up to editorials actually) tend to reduce models down to a unidimensional definition nowadays, in lieu of enhancing their malleability. But never mind.

Plain backdrop, clothes that probably cost a bomb just because they bear the name Cerruti... - nothing spectacular at first glance, but then India comes into play and takes the editorial up to a new level of drama and ambiguity. Transitionning from being inert and mercy-demanding to being kinetic, the role the model's playing changes altogether depending on the picture you look at : alternately threatened, threatening, impassive. I think this set is interesting when you aim at not only weighing the model's value but also that of the clothes (if you don't happen to overlook them, as I nearly did), in light of the movement or lack of it. Yes, interesting, but also darksome, engaging, perturbing... up to the observer to assign the adjectives they find most suitable to this editorial, to like it regardless general consensus, to see beauty where others might see ghastliness or dullness. Exclusivity.

The entire set here.

While I'm at it, I cannot restrain myself from holding up to view these breathtaking images of Marina Buniaka. No matter how hard I tried to spell out my point - Marina being completely potential-gifted, that is - a few articles back, being convincing when you have no material to rely on but a handful digitals and candids is always a tough task to carry through. So if you were still on the fence, peek at the lookbook lensed by Sarah Piantadosi right above,which is most likely to make you fall head over heels in love with Lithuanian wonder.

source : myfdb.com ; gabriellamarinagonzalez.com

New Edge.

Young models have a tendency to get tightly entwined with a certain airy and innocent appeal, which can get repulsive to people clung to the 80's - 90's models era aesthetic and moral-wise. As I've stated before though, a broad palette of faces is to be found both on the runways and in magazines, and the models line-ups aren't genuinely defined by a trend, nor is the proeminence of a certain type of beauty over another to be pointed out ; immature-looking models can't be claimed to take over the industry. In case someone still needs to be convinced, here are three newcomers all made recognizable thanks to their rough, edgy, deep looks.

Marina Buniaka, represented by FM in London and hailing right from Belarus, is one of the six runners-up for the 2009 Ford Contest. As far as I'm concerned I don't make a big deal out of this competition, for as a whole lot of attention-getter stuff within the industry, it's worth following when it comes to spotting potential-gifted girls but not enough to launch a model's career. Back on the topic - I think edgy would be too simplistic and cliché a word to describe Marina's appeal, an impeccable blend of rebelliousness and forlornness.. Tough to resist that secretive of a gaze, implying it holds a secret and refuses to share it away.

Girl next door Canadian Kate Wallace is signed with Sutherland Models in Toronto, wide-eyed, round-faced yet everything but doll-ish. Her effortless package might put off as well as pull in (I personally can't help but admire how well she sports these clothes).. Albeit it'd be unfair to form a finale opinion out of the minuscule amount of shots of her up on her motheragency's website. Regardless, her evolution might pan out in the most interesting way possible, as one dimensional-looking models are often the most surprising when they start unveiling what they're capable of.

Reny Szabo, Hungarian-born signed with New York Models, is among the girls I'm most keeping my hopes up for. I don't mean to repeat what other people have already said in the most spot-on way possible but it seemed inconceivable not to feature her in this post - twisted feelings indeed. I'll just add, uselessly enough, that I'm willing to see Reny through either Jonathan Waiter's lens or Chadwick Tyler's, and... that's it. Period.

source : fmmodels.com via stefanelle @ tFS ; sutherlandmodels.com ; mariemaud.com