Alexa Chung

[LegsXI]

She looks good with her hair all pulled back, I don't like the coat, she only barely pulls it off because of her small frame. alex looks cute

 

[gossiping]

wow i love her outfit!!! the coat is amazing!!!

 

[Lady Bird]

It's a nice coat but it swamps her

 

[miceghost]

Ah, Alex looks adorable in those pictures. I like Alexa's coat.

 

[classicalbang]

Alex looks so handsome in those pics...

 

[misstarshine]

I love the leopard coat and her hair pulled back

 

[DiamondSea]

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[collaboration]

yeah he really does!

they are so cute together

 

[collaboration]

^ look handsome haha

 

[thehappyhippyyy]

i love alexa's look! and alex looks like his face has cleared up quite a bit! although i think the boy needs a trim.

 

[opheliarose]

Alexa looks so tired in some of those pictures. How annoying to get off of a very long flight and be confronted with cameras

 

[Florecita86]

Not a fan of the leopard print .... but the Chanel bag and shoes more than make up for it!

Haha, that's what I was thinking too I must say, it actually reminds me of a robe more then a coat.

 

[gossiping]

it is quite big for her! but idk for me that just makes it look more "edgy" or something!!!

 

[RachelleChar]

love both hers and alex's outfit. that leopard coat is TDF.

 

[DaydreamNation]

They look soo cute together. I love how Alexa's managed to make leopard print look so cool and desirable! B)

Thanks for the pictures DiamondSea and Navygreen.

 

[modela]

Looking into it: Alexa Chung launches charity photographic project with Ctrl.Alt.Shift and Vice magazine
Alexa Chung has been a busy girl of late. Not content with her fabulous day job as TV presenter on Channel 4 and glamorous night duty as DJ at London’s hippest parties, the stylish starlet’s latest venture sees her exercising her creativity as mentor to budding young photographers.
Chung, who adds ‘accomplished photographer’ to her list of accolades, will act as one of five advisers to entrants in ‘Gender, Power and Poverty’, a global competition which encourages these issues to be explored through photography.
Organised by Ctrl.Alt.Shift, a youth-driven website and magazine for those passionate in the fight against global poverty and social injustice, and cutting-edge magazine Vice, the winner’s work will be featured in these publications and displayed in the Association of Photographers gallery in London in January 2009. There will also be a cash prize of £1,000.
The exhibition will also showcase the works of the mentors, including Chung, as well as those of the competition’s ambassador, Nan Goldin, the legendary American photographer. Renowned for her photographic collection ‘The Ballad of Sexual Dependency’, snapshots of New York’s subculture of hard drugs in the eighties, Goldin will choose the winner of the competition.
Entries for ‘Gender, Power and Poverty’ must be submitted by 24 November 2008. For more information, visit ctrlaltshift.co.uk and viceland.com


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i THINK ITS A GREAT PROJECT ..DONT GET ME WRONG..BUT WHY DID THEY CHOSE HER???

 

[modela]

i actually like the coat!!! its so campy in a good way.

 

[DiamondSea]

modela, the story was posted a while ago They chose her to attract some publicity, I'd imagine.

 

[modela]

that makes sense!

 

[DiamondSea]

Alexa Chung: Themed rooms! So will it be the Cadillac bed or the Cave with the cockroach?

The Oasis of Eden motel in the Californian desert has themed rooms. This is what initially drew me in, what prompted a previously unplanned U-turn on Route 101 and a subsequent windswept drive into the desert after a stint in the quiet wilderness of Big Sur.


The beauty of the sweeping ocean views in Big Sur was rivalled only by that of the looming mountains, which could easily be observed by those who weren't yet too relaxed to turn their heads away from the sea. The Post Ranch Inn, to which I had retreated for three nights, featured open fires in each of the lodges and two infinity pools, heated round the clock. You could walk the coastline at sunset and be back at the inn in time for a massage/facial/shaman session before tucking in to a five-course dinner. But none of this matters, because the Oasis of Eden has THEMED ROOMS.

The 1950s suite, for example, has a Cadillac for a bed, and the Jungle Room boasts a whirlpool hot-tub and leafy walls. And then, of course, there is the Cave Room. The grinning 1980s faces of the nubile women pictured just hanging out (as you do, with four close friends) in the Jacuzzi told me that the Cave Room is where it's at. Nobody, I was fairly certain, ever experienced anything other than fun times in the Cave. This is where I wanted to spend the night. This is the place I would reminisce about once my holiday was over.

Obviously, I realised that to some extent the Oasis of Eden was inevitably going to be somewhat vulgar – that was part of its attraction – but I thought that it would be funny and ironic and sort of gross, but in a good way.

Arriving at the motel at dusk certainly set the vibe for the rest of the evening. The building was shrouded in a creepy light. As we pulled up to the Oasis of Eden, having mistakenly sped past it twice already, I compared it in my mind to the endless motels that litter 'No Country for Old Men'. The alarmingly hirsute woman on reception parted with the key while eyeing up the fake leopard-print coat I had hastily picked up in Los Angeles (I wasn't sure about it either).

She rattled through the motel information and policies in a dreary tone not unlike the sound my computer printer makes; monotonous, bored, sometimes efficient, leaving no time for me to snigger at the pictures of other "suites" I could have chosen, which were lazily strewn across the counter but protected under some fake glass.

When I got to the Cave Room, which was at the end of a long cement corridor lit by the lights from the upper level, I once again became excited at the prospect of spending a night there. This feeling was almost immediately dispelled when I walked into the bathroom and was stared out at by a cockroach in the bathtub. Plucky bastards, those cockroaches.

"Never mind," I thought, "at least I can take some amusing photographs of the faux stalactites that reach all the way into the far corners of the bathroom – and thank God the bed is not only circular, but also has a leopard-print spread."

My search for the button to make said bed rotate, Austin Powers-style, proved unfruitful. The Jacuzzi, however, appeared to be in perfect working order, although I decided not to get into it, because I couldn't stop imagining all the people before me who had.

As night fell, I inspected the sheets for the third time before climbing with some trepidation into the circular bed. I had bought a candle to try to mask the weird smell in the cave, and I'd also invested in a bag of ice and some whiskey, hoping that getting drunk might make me giggle at the surroundings rather than fear them.

Even if the bats that cling to the walls are rubber, and the stalactites are made of painted fibreglass, a cave, even if it's fake, is a scary place to lay your head. After several attempts to drift off to sleep, I conceded defeat and put on a DVD of 'Gimme Shelter' to try to take my mind off the fact the front door wouldn't lock. A restless night ensued, in which every item in the room became a potential weapon I could use to defend myself. When the sun finally rose, we made a swift exit and hit the road back to LA ready to catch the flight home to London.

I was trying to think of any good that could have come from that night's experience, and I realised that it can be added to a list of important things I learnt on my travels – that comic irony soon loses its humour when the light falls; that In '*Out Burger is the best fast-food joint in the world; and the words to Estelle's song "American Boy", specifically Kanye West's part.

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