Gorgeous, intense, and somewhat terrifying images of Michele Lamy, Rick Owens’ wife, by Steven Klein for this months’ French Vogue — photographs like this are one of the things that call attention in an even more basic way to why the airbrushed whitewashed waiflike prepubescent model norm is frustrating, limiting, and downright boring, even on a purely aesthetic level, disregarding any other social context. Can anyone deny that these are compelling images of a stunning woman, unphotoshopped wrinkles and all? No offense to you, oh supermodel elite, but this broad is infinitely cooler. (Almost makes up for the characteristically wildly inappopriate Terry R editorial in the same issue.)
