Keith Richards may be a lot of things, but I never thought it would result in high fashion male modeling. Well, that’s a bit of a stretch, but he is the new posterdude of Louis Vuitton-probably the workings of that crazy Marc Jacobs (creative director of LVMH). The ad reads as such:

“Some journeys cannot be put into words. New York. 3am. Blues in C.”

Whatever. Apparently, Richards is planning to donate his fee to ‘The Climate Project’, an enviromental cause. The new ad was shot by Annie Leibovitz.

Equally bizarre is Louis Vuitton’s ads last year, featuring Mikhail Gorbachev in the back of a limo, being driven past the remains of the Berlin Wall, also shot by Leibovitz.

Move over Scarlett Johansson! Thoughts?!?

Fuck I’m clever.

Stock up now because by year’s end Polaroids will be a thing of the past. Like flash cubes and film discs and those large format instant cameras that we pretended were boats because they stopped making film for those before we were born but our grandparents decided that their old junk belonged in the toybox.

Certain drugstores and 1 hour photo huts in my hometown wouldn’t let you keep prints of YOUR photos that contained nudity or “questionable” content. You used to have to rely on Polaroids to help you remember what that stripper that gave you the herps looked like. Now you can snap all of the digital photos that your memory card can hold and print off near-perfect photos at home. You dirty bastard.

Coincidentally while I was looking for a photo of the Polaroid 1000 that my grandma had, I came across this flickr of Stripper audition photos from the 60s & 70s. It’s actually some Classy Stuff (mostly clothed).

Its just not the same anymore.

These were either done with a stencil and a vacuum or an empty tattoo needle (i’m guessing vacuum). Either way I think the concept is rad. These images come from the Skin series of photographer Ariana Page Russell. The image on the left is what led me to the website, a pattern of lace embossed on the skin. Its like skin wallpaper or an accessory that you don’t take off… until it heals.

Agyness Deyn. My new obsession. She is the most beautiful thing on the runways these days, and she is a much welcomed precursor of the return of the supermodel.

She’s younger than me, and she’s already the shit in Britain and the States. Most notably, the face of Armani and Burberry. To dig a little deeper, a mainstay in House of Holland and Gareth Pugh shows (google them-please). Her own personal style has been described as ‘Jackie O. crossed with Debbie Harry meets Stevie Nicks’, but whether onstage or backstage, she looks fierce in anything.

A few years ago (at a whopping size 4) she was told she needed to lose weight at castings in Italy. Now she’s being nonchalantly referred to as the next Kate Moss-minus the rusty pipes. In all fairness, the bitch does have curves-for a model. Last November, she won ‘Model of the Year’ at the British fashion awards, and shes opened and closed dozens of shows in New York, London, Milan, and Paris this year (I tried to count them all on style.com, it took too long).

Also, she plays guitar in a band (Lucky Knitwear), designs jewelry (for House of Holland), guest DJs at Misshapes, and dates a musician (Josh Hubbard of The Paddingtons). Are you in love with her yet?

Bitch is fierce.