sex sells

Another week in fashion has passed us by and with that goes another few millions in revenue raised. No doubt in some small part thanks to a few editorials that got a plenty o'hearts a racing.

Introducing the divine Miss Anja Rubik with her real life prince charming Sasha Knezevic in the bi monthly men's magazine Man About Town where it was all about cavorting lovers in the sanctity of a forest. Then we had Michelle Buswell & Eva in French Revue De Modes Fall 09 with daring nudity, thigh high boots and the no-current-shoot-can-be-complete-without-them "mouse ears". To the eternally young Naomi Campbell in DT October 09. And lastly Terry Richardson's muse Natasha Poly nude for Muse#19.

In the world of fashion you would think its all about the clothes but dare I say it, I think these images prove that its anything but. I believe the old newspaper catch cry used to be 'Extra Extra Read All About It'....why do that when you can see it all with your own very eyes.

Sex sells, always has and always will.

not over until the waif lady sings

Kate Moss to front The Kills?

No no no. Say it isn’t so. Kate Moss I love thee. You’re style is an inspiration to us all, you are a woman who single handedly has made us all see something in Pete Doherty that we may never have seen before (or is that still just me?). For this reason I hope it is rumor rather than fact that you have your fashionably gum-booted heels dug deep into the ground and hell bent on auditioning as a replacement for Allison Mosshart (the former Kills front woman has left to concentrate on new super group The Deadweather). Current beau and Kills member, Jamie Hince is said to be dead against the idea but Moss is adamant that she wants her voice out there in a bid to pursue her ever present "musical aspirations" (dating rock stars on high speed rotation isn't enough to satisfy her musical aspirations?).

Quick someone get Sir Phillip Green on the line offering her a new line to design for Topshop. Better yet get Naomi Campbell on the phone to teach her the art of writing a widely panned novel that only sells copies to your mother or those you threaten abuse via mobile phone throwing.

Please Miss Moss I plead with thee, save our ears and continue to bless our eyes with your heroin chic style, your carefully accessorized rock star boyfriends and your so-short-no-one-else-could-pull-these-shorts-off-but-you-shorts.