A little while ago I posted a little something about bringing back those famed nineties supermodels, I revelled in their infinite beauty and proclaimed in all they had achieved in their prime. Prime? Who said they were past it? Fast forward a few weeks later and I have come across a shoot by Peter Lindbergh for the September edition of Harpers Bazaar. It is a collection of a few of those super people in little else but bare fresh faced skin, freckles a plenty and not a near airbrush in sight. They had my heart before, but now I fear they may have my soul. God bless the supermodels, proof that yes maybe they are born with it and no its not all about Maybelline.