Posts Tagged ‘Victoria’s Secret’
It is the end of the first week of the new year 2010 and already those purposefully inked-down resolutions are being edited, or worst case, deleted from our diary.
‘Get body bikini-ready by summer.’
We tried so hard on day one. Met the new trainer, the swanky Euro Stephan who was definitely not impressed by our regime. Threw out the candy canes, gave away all the pies. Yessirree–no sweets in our fridge!
Day two, we scurried, head down, right by Starbies without even being tempted to use one of our stocking-stuffer gift cards.
Day three, encouraged by Stephan, we made ourselves drink all yucky 32 ounces of that fancy French soapy tasting mineral water that supposedly sheds fat in his country. (Ha!)
By day four, we were so sore from the new trainer’s advice to do more crunches that we have to admit we aimlessly went to the post-holiday Sales, instead of the gym. But we felt bad, so we rode our bike to the shops instead of driving. Day 4 was a bad day–we bought new boots, and a pair of jeans–that fit us NOW.
The fifth day we lifted ourselves out of the post-purchase depression, headed for the gym after a freshly squeezed lemon juice, shaved ginger and fresh mint tea, wearing the new boots and jeans, but got a latte on the way home after the gruelling crunches overseen by the now testy Stephan.
On day 6 we just went straight for the caffeine, skipped the gym.
Yesterday, day 7, the jeans seemed tight, so we grovelled to the trainer to ‘up’ our program– we ended up panting like show ponies on the eliptical.
As we close out our first week today we review our best intentions and well-meaning plans– we’ve already had that extra latte today and its not even lunch!
Looking for guidance we came across these sageful tidbits from those gorgeous creatures known as Victoria’s Secret Angels–uber models who grace their catwalks and the covers of their catalogues of under and swim wear. Not a dimple, not a ripple on them, we mused that maybe they held the ‘real’ secret (and we don’t mean Victoria’s, whoever she is!) to beautiful toned and tanned beach-ready bodies for Summer 2010.
English rose Rosie Huntington-Whiteley shed some of her own secrets to looking fabulous with less than her jeans on in an interview in London recently.
“I do believe in chicken fillets,” she says. “I’m not saying you have to use them, but if anyone knows me and sees me in a photoshoot, well, there are friends in there. I’m not a fan of that whole push-up look in the day. But, of course, you do need a lift with a sexy dress, so do what you’ve got to do, girls — shove them in there. I’ve been known to have three in at a time for shoots — plus padding.”
Going further, Rosie admitted:
“I don’t wear bras that often. If I do, I don’t like push-up bras — though they’re fun for the bedroom, I think”.
(Of course.)
More Rosie:
“As a model, you learn how to use your body and how to make people believe something. So I know how to do sexy: there’s the arched back, bum out, hands on the hips pose. That’s sexy in one way, though there are a lot of different ways to be sexy.”
(Now we are grasping Stephan’s insistence on those funky cat exercises he makes us do.)
Rosie added some beauty tips too:
“I won’t do a lingerie shoot unless I’m tanned,” Rosie says. “I think most women will admit that they look better when they’re brown. I fake tan — but I don’t recommend sunbeds — and at work, they’ll put body make-up on.”
(Body make-up? We can barely get the tinted moisturising SPF slapped on every day.)
But the most surprising tip of all was Rosie’s way to boost self-confidence:
“A really good tip for confidence is a good haircut. For me, my hair is important before everything. Good sexy bedroom hair should be just a little tousled, nothing too neat. Also, drink a big bottle of water every day, as it will take away puffiness — Fiji is best. Everybody rolls their eyes at this tip, but it does work — water is the drug of God, that’s what I say.”
And we had poo-pooed Stephan’s watery advice! Well, at least now we can switch to Fiji AND leave our hair a mess after those work-outs.
We’re sure to be confidently more toned and ready for our unveiling, come summer.
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It doesn’t get much more heavenly than this–angels in feathered wings and spangly corsets wafting their ethereal gorgeousness down the pink carpet catwalk at the Lexington Armory.
Just a day ago, 30 of the world’s most perfectly-formed dream goddesses gathered pre-show in black leather jackets and boots and stopped traffic in Times Square, pre-broadcast for the VS 2009 Fashion Show.
Last night in New York, at Victoria’s Secret filming, streamed live on the web by Modelinia, these angelic beings, all uber-models, super- models or mini mega-models in the making–made women blush and men flush as they paraded down the glittery V-shaped stage and showcased the new collection of lingerie, nightwear and loungewear for lingerie-leader VS.
Shrouded in mystery, the would-be and wannabe angels and presenters were kept a secret, with up- to- the- minute daily news coverage of new angels fresh from Angel Boot Camp, who would walk, and whether 12 time-attendee Heidi Klum would be able to shift her post-preggers weight gain (from only 6 weeks ago when she gave birth to baby girl Lou Samuel) quicker than a flap of her angel wings in order to hostess the show.
And Klum bedecked in plum did not disappoint! ‘I’m definitely one of the heaviest of the 30 girls in the show. And I still have 20 lbs. to go,’ she said. ‘But why not? I like my outfit. I like the way it looks on me.’ Amazing in her fantasmagoric costume, Klumangel was the center of attention, surrounded by decadence, glitz, glamor and fantasy.
This year’s themes were Star Trooper, All Aboard, Pink Planet, Enchanted Forest and Romantic Journey. OTT and Out of this world!
Stylist Charlotte Stockdale said of the inspiring program:
‘We came up with the idea of this girl who lands from outer space in Paris. She gets on a train that comes to a halt in Pinkland, where pink girls get on and off. Then they go into this fairy-tale forest and little lady bugs and butterflies land on them and vines grow up on their clothes. Then, there’s Tick-Tock Time; the wings in this section are based on clocks — there’s one modeled after a pocket watch with metallic feathers. And she ends up in this regal realm of princess-ness, where the wings have Swarovski jewels and peacock feathers.’
And we haven’t even mentioned the rest of the ‘band of angels’!
Marisa Miller, covergirl of Sports Illustrated Swim issue 2008 appeared in a $3 million dollar diamond studded Fantasy bra studded with more than 150 carats of a girl’s best friend supporting man’s second fave. She ‘stole’ the show.
Other regular Angels Selita Ebanks, Alessandra Ambrosio and Doutzen Kroes (who was the face for Versace and Valentino) were joined by Brit-angel Rosie Huntington Whitely, known for her luscious Agent Provocateur commercial.
Chanel Iman, throwing her bag into the audience at one point, and newbie Miranda Kerr all walked also. Miranda had just come, in boots made for walking, fresh from Paris Fashion Week where she made the nearly impossible transition from underwear modelling to the catwalk for Balenciaga.
Surprise attendee, Anja Rubik who claimed her friends urged her to show, quipped ‘I usually never do underwear shows, but this is so much fun, so relaxed, so cool, and I heard the Black Eyed Peas were going to be performing. It’s in New York and I live in New York, so I decided to do it! It’s pretty crazy.’
Undone by Klum, at eight months pregnant each, regular Angels Karoline Korkova and Adriana Lima had to step off their pedestals in the Angel throng and be replaced with Emanuela de Paula, Lindsay Ellingson and Candice Swanepoel.
Fergie, an Angel from the city of angels sang with the Peas in an emerald corseted gown fit for Maleficent.