Harper’s Bazar, NOT very well done…

Ok, so I was never a Harper’s girl, basically cuz I never seemed to find them in Egypt and also believing the fact that when you’ve bought your fresh, one-month-ahead-vogue for the month, you’re set for the month.

I arrived to London, and, well u know, you’re bombarded with publications literally everywhere. Well I saw it, they had the perfect titles; spring chicest hits and the stylists’ secret go-to labels and some girl on the cover, I flicked through it and found pretty amazing articles and fashion pieces. Didn’t have to think twice, I bought it.

I sat in the tube staring at the cover, God, who is that girl? Yes, yes, its Georgia May Jagger. Thank you cover title. Weird cover choice!
Ok next stop, editors note. Thank you God for not making me throw up in that tube. I seriously felt nauseated.

“ I first met Georgia May Jagger in Mustique when she was nine years old and I was just one year into my editorship of Bazar. Little did I realize then, that some 10 years later, the grinning, gap-toothed little girl sitting on my knee, who i’d wrapped in a towel after she and her mother Jerry Hall climbed back onto their boat after a dip in the sea, would one day be gracing our March cover.”



Nauseated yet?

Ok Lucy, so you wrapped her up in a towel, and now.. umm.. u have to pay her back for giving you your 5 minutes of ‘towel wrapping’ fame so she’s on the COVER now!?!

Ok it gets even more nauseating…

“For this month’s cover story, her mother, Jerry- who features alongside her in this current H&M campaign- writes about her daughter’s journey from awkward ingénue to model of the moment.”

Now can I throw up?

Well im sure i get it Lucy, the models bailed out on you so you had to feature HER in a TEN PAGE shoot with her MOTHER describing her JOURNEY!! And by journey I’m HOPEFULLY assuming u mean the journey from her Jagger mansion to the location of the photoshoot!! Cuz when you’re NINETEEN that’s pretty much the journey you’re expected to speak of. Period!
Well laughing out loud, I decide to read her mother description of her 'journey’, which seemed weird that they had to get her mother to speak of her journey, it’s yours for heavens sake, SPEAK UP GEORGIA!!





Mommy said that "Georgia is a natural. She has the modeling gene, but also she has a special quality: a mesmerizing spirit and an openness to her face. She has inherited some things from me- her forehead, cheekbones, jawline and eyes. Her mouth is her dad’s..." (whom she obviously had to mention) "hes' a hard worker.... who kept the Rolling Stones together for years…" Aha! Gotcha mommy, cuz something didn’t quite add up mommy, but now that u mentioned the magic R word, everything suddenly makes sense!

The pathetic feature goes on with mommy describing how Georgia ‘didn’t like it if I turned up at school all made-up. She preferred me to be wearing no make-up and tracksuit bottoms, like other moms’ and that she used to take her to Texas on long holidays riding horses and "nobody knew who we were" and more on how she raided her closet over the years.’
YEAH, what an awe-inspiring journey it has been mom! THANK YOU for that!

For more on that inspiring ‘journey’ and more importantly, that funny, funny photoshoot, seeing is believing

The rest of the magazine, for the record, was very impressive..

Well done Harper’s, but really, not VERY well done.

Maggie, a style icon?

In a world where I’m force fed several things, amongst that, of course, are figures who do (already whether I agree with swallowing it all in or not) gladly qualify as style icons, here I am recalling the names I faithfully recall; Kate Moss, Alexa Chung, Lara Stone, or was it Natalia Vodianova. I fail to keep up sometimes. So it is only naturally and absolutely normal to black out when I’m hit by the striking question of whether Margret Thatcher could gladly qualify as one too.

As the first and only British female prime minister in the history of the world, it is, already, without a doubt, crystal clear that we are witnessing an iconic figure already. So the discussion here really is, whether a gigantic icon fits into a smaller, yet more questionable form of iconography. As in, was this prodigy and every female’s icon, every female’s style icon too, get the image?

Although not appreciated, stylewise, in her own time, that I can totally understand when, in the Golden 80’s (as I generally adore to call it) oversized tops, Stretch-Stirrup pants, miniskirts (that were often paired with leggings) and fingerless gloves were proudly nominated as trends, where does Maggie fit in?

Who can arguable deny, however, that a hint of Margret, allow me to be more honest, some form of prototype of her look has been around for some very several seasons now. That, unarguably, is the classic definition of a style icon.
Maggie played all the tips and tricks of style to the beat, with an underlying intention of femininity (that I strongly believe she supported) that she intelligently portrayed through a businesswoman’s wardrobe rather than a politician’s. Everything was purposefully paired together for that unmistakable ‘look’ of eloquence, power and precision, the three words that drive any fashion designer today.I didn’t personally know her handbag , never even knew of its existence until that Asprey sold for £25,000 at a charity auction at Christie's earlier this year. That Asprey now, and only now, is the cherry on top of a symbolic mood board for only god knows how long.
The day she resigned back in 1990, yes that day I was very aware of, well not really well aware of, being only 5 years old. I never did realize that day but never did forget ‘that red suit Margret Thatcher wore the day she left’ as my mother always refers to ‘that holy suit’ only days before her birthday. If only we could take a hint. Yes that suit I am well aware of.

So In a world where I’m force fed several things, I like to believe that Maggie was indeed a true, genuine, fashion Icon.