A Youthful Snap

Vogue has a rule: don’t use faces, in the magazine, that are younger than 16.

If Vogue implements this rule, then surely it should stick to this rule.

Apparently not.

For Vogue Mexico’s November issue, it was decided that the 15-year-old Julia Borawska would strike some poses for the cameras.

Tut, tut, tut Vogue. Breaking your own rules…again…for the third time. If you can’t stick to your own rules then don’t make them!

Vogue is a highly respected magazine and for it to constantly break the moral and ethical boundaries is wrong. If it wants people to admire it’s work and view it as an important publication then it should avoid humiliation by BLATANTLY breaking rules. Rules are there for a reason. The initiative wouldn’t be enforced for the sake of it. There’s a reason why Vogue doesn’t photograph those under 16.

Personally I don’t really see anything wrong with photographing someone under age. As long as the images aren’t provocative, are getting paid a wage and have the consent of the child AND the parent, then what’s the issue? Why the hell not? Yes, working at a young age may be morally incorrect but it’s not as if it’s slave labour. It’s a girl having fun on a shoot and making some money while she’s at it! There’s nothing wrong with that.

I guess the issue comes in with body image (surprise, surprise). If a young girl starts modelling form an even younger age, then that girl will grow up in an image conscious industry. She won’t want carbs, nor will she be prepared to even imagine being a size 10. It’s sad really. An early-teen can’t have a bit of fun because of fears of her future. But, that’s life. Always gotta think forward.


The photo above is of Julia Borawska…stunning, right?! She looks triple my age.

Now my insecurities are coming out!

Australia’s ‘Fatties’

Australia has one of the highest obesity rates in the world.

So, why is it that most of its shops only sell clothes up to a size 12?

One of my readers, who’s from London but is travelling around in Australia (so jealous!)  sent me a message yesterday saying:

‘Here, in Australia, most shops do not have clothing items higher then a UK12… luckily for me I am a 12, but I’ve noticed this. A few of the expensive ones go up to a 14 but that’s about it, which I think is pretty awful as the average size in the UK is a 16, and how Australia is known to be one of the countries with the highest obesity rate.’ 

If someone who is only travelling around Australia can get annoyed about this, how do we think those that live in Australia, who are a size 14+, feel? Pretty crap.

It’s not right for stores to sell clothes in sizes they think are acceptable. It probably makes people feel as though their weight makes them unable to look cool, fashionable, sexy. People shouldn’t need to feel like this. ANYONE can look good in WHATEVER clothes they wear. Stores have no right to choose what is classified as a ‘trendy weight’ and an ‘unfashionable weight.’

Not only that but the average size in Australia is a 16. A 16! Stores can’t expect a size 16 person to fit into a size 12! They should sell their items accordingly. Size 16 isn’t a bad size. Yes, the number has negative connotations attached to it but it’s a perfectly nice size to be. It means the girls can show off their curves. You all know I’m a big fan of curves.

It’s just, I don’t get the brains behind these shops. Do they think that by selling items up to a size 12 people are going to lose weight to fit into the clothes? Is it some sort of ‘hidden’ weight loss programme? Probably not. It’s probably a bunch of snooty shop owners who don’t want ‘fat people’ wearing their clothes. Well, let me tell you mr shop owner, your shops image is made worse by only selling small size clothing. Much worse. Don’t discriminate. You’re shop’s the stupid one now.

If I feel bad reading about it, then it saddens me to think how bad people must feel living it.

The ‘Tubies’

Dun dun dun…


And this one is so random, to the point where I don’t even know why I’m sharing the thought with you all!

But anyway, here goes…

Coats. Jackets. Scarves. Hats.

When winter arrives, it’s as if everyone adheres to a uniform. A uniform of warmth.

Silly comment Sasha, yes I know. Everyone wraps up warm in layers because it’s cold out.

But…but…but…(I do have a point i’m just trying to dig it out in my confused head)


Isn’t it funny how although everyone dresses the same, it’s easy to tell the difference between them. As you know from reading my posts, people wear what they think. If they are wacky, eccentric personalities, then, in most cases, they’re going to wear wacky, eccentric clothes.

On my journey home from work I get very bored and instead of revising for my media law exam that’s coming up, I tend to study what people wear and I make up stories in my head about that person. Weird, I know. So here is my list of people’s:

  • Mr Practical – some people get on the train wearing waterproof, polyester zippies with hoods. Respect to these people. They are the ones who dresses practically and doesn’t care what they look like. So long as they are warm and shielded from any type of British weather condition then they are content. I wish I didn’t care what I looked like so I could be insulated like these guys.
  • Miss Fashionable – ok, admittedly this is me. Hold on though. I’m not saying ‘omg look at me I’m so fashionable woo,’ but I am saying that I like to look nice. I’ve grown up on the saying fashion is pain, or beauty is pain – I forgot what one. But anyway, I’d prefer to look good than to wear something more suitable for the weather. Last week it was FREEZING, like two degrees. But braving the forceful winds I stepped out in a t-shirt and blazer. Yes, a t-shirt and blazer. Says it all. However, I’m not ashamed. Most girls are probably like me.
  • The Workmen – they look suave in their suits. I always like a man in a suit. These guys don’t care. They are full-on businessmen and their suit represents them. They don’t feel the weather, or pain…or emotions. They sit on the train, reading the metro, not giving a **** about the weather. They survive. So long as they’re showing off the fact they are city men and have to wear suits to work, they’re cool. But I guess in business the tension gets a bit sweaty so a coat may be too much.
  • Parental duty-ett(e)s – the parents. Yes, the parents. They’ve rolled out of bed, wearing their pyjamas to go to the effort of taking their kids to school. They don’t care what they look like, as long as their kid is ok. Again, respect. Clap clap clap. I’d never walk out in my pyjamas, but these mama’s and dada’s only care about their little ones getting to school safely. How sweet.

I don’t mean to categorise people. I’m not trying to group people or stigmatise people. I’m just acknowledging the different people in the world. The people who care and the people who don’t. The people who are victims of fashion (aka me) and worry about what they look like/what they’re wearing…and the people who don’t care and wear whatever the hell they want.

I WISH that I was person number 2. Having gone through three colds, four sore throats and one gazillion dry noses, I think that sometimes fashion isn’t everything. Occasionally, admittedly, it’s better to be the physically brave.

So tomorrow, I’m going to wear my puffa jacket.