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from Vogue UK May 2012
My scan
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haha!! well the H&M and Prada ads are everywhere so....
im sure these pics(not sure if they have been posted but they are new to me) will make many daria's fans happy: http://fellt.com/oraclefox/2012/01/my-friend-daria
someone please post them up. thanx in advance
someone please post them up. thanx in advance
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I'm not sure I know them all either. I love 2005 Daria. She was a punch in the face. (I know, I know... She still is...) 
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I'm in love with her earthy personality and hypnotizing eyes ! Her photoshoots always bring me to another place. Yes , she is that believable and out of this world amazing!
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Here's the interview from Glow:
If you live in New York City, you see models everywhere. They’re easy to spot, loping down the sidewalk with their long limbs. There are so many of them you start wondering: Why do some become major models? Is it luck? Is it some technical thing, like the shape of the jaw or the eye-to-nose ratio? Is it an innate inner glow?
While many models remain unsung, Daria is one of the select few who has hit the fashion industry’s apex. She’s been on all the coveted covers—W, V, the Vogues—as well as represented countless brands, including Prada, Gucci, Louis Vuitton and Lancôme (this issue coincides with the spring release of Lancôme Ô de L’Orangerie). She ranked sixth on Forbes’ the World’s Top-Earning Models list last year (2010 to 2011), with an estimated earning of $4.5 million. Basically, if it were 1995, we would be calling her a supermodel. Or if it were 2005, we’d be calling her a top model. What would we call her today? Maybe model mogul?
The shoot is done and Daria’s agent waves me over to the makeup area. Daria has changed into her street clothes: fitted black leather leggings and a diaphanous white T-shirt. A few studs of coloured stone climb up her ear, and a long, thin spike dangles down from her left lobe. She has long arms and legs, and she folds herself into a chair that seems too small for her. The hairstylists help her remove her hair extensions. “Wait till you see this transformation,” she jokes. “By the end of this, you’re gonna be like, ‘Who is that!’”
Of course, even without makeup and billowing hair, she is still completely compelling to look at: Big eyes, an almost cat-like nose and a soft mouth. Her face is more magnetic than perfect. You can’t stop looking at her, trying to figure out what it is that makes her so beautiful. Maybe that’s what it takes to be an international face: mystery.
She’s been living in New York City’s Chinatown for seven years now, Daria begins to tell me. She first started modelling at 14 in Canada, where she moved from Poland with her family when she was three. Now that she’s 28, she’s been in this industry for half of her life. I mention this to her. “Oh, my god, thanks a lot,” she says, sarcastically. “I honestly never thought about it until you said it right now.” While she talks, people from the shoot keep coming up to her to say goodbye. She stands and hugs each of them.
I mention my sailing friend. “Oh! Is this an interview for him? What’s he like?” she asks, jokingly. I mention he’s gay. “Oh, well,” she laughs.
One thing is for sure: The next person to capture her heart better have sea legs. Daria’s father was a sailor in Ukraine. He shipped her and her siblings off to sailing camp when she was nine years old. In the summer of 2008, just before being inducted into Canada’s Walk of Fame, she took three months off to sail across the Atlantic Ocean with her family. At one point, they hit a storm. There were gigantic waves. They had to bring the sails down and, for 10 days, just ride it out. “The ocean changes in a second. You kind of go into survival thinking,” she says. “You are so close to the elements. There is no room for daydreaming.” When she talks about the ocean, you see her face light up. Expression!
Society has become over-saturated with choice, she says. “I mean, there are [too many] stores that just sell sneakers. You can get option paralysis. On the ocean, you have no choice but to make decisions, to act.” Does she ever feel scared out in the ocean, during a storm? “No. Never, ‘I’m gonna die!’ More like, ‘Yes!’” She pumps her fist and grins.
I wonder aloud what it’s like for her to go from sailing back into the fashion world, which can sometimes seem like a hall of mirrors—literally. “I’ve always struggled with that. But it’s not a superficial industry. It’s a superficial world,” she says. “We’ve always been obsessed with youth and beauty. The best thing I can say is that I think it’s wrong for women to look at magazines and want to be that girl. I was raised to believe that this is all entertainment.”
She tells me she feels her life is in a transitional phase. “Not because I’m coming on 30, but just what exactly I’m going to do next. When I started out, I wanted to make money, I wanted to work. But that part of the reason is over. Now I am investigating why I am doing this.”
Whatever is next for her, you can be assured it will be different. “I don’t think the world needs for me to design clothes,” she says. Daria is kind of the anti-Victoria’s Secret model. Nothing feels forced or calculated about her. Maybe that’s what makes her so captivating.
Another stylist comes by to hug her. She bends over and puts in her nose ring. She’s excited to go sailing this summer. This time “it’s just around the Med [Mediterranean],” she says. “But next week I’m going heli-boarding!”
Daria, you start to understand, doesn’t just want to be a model; she wants to be herself. And she’s figuring out who that is by jumping out of helicopters and sailing in the lawless ocean, wherever she feels most alive.
dariaw.onsugar.com
If you live in New York City, you see models everywhere. They’re easy to spot, loping down the sidewalk with their long limbs. There are so many of them you start wondering: Why do some become major models? Is it luck? Is it some technical thing, like the shape of the jaw or the eye-to-nose ratio? Is it an innate inner glow?
While many models remain unsung, Daria is one of the select few who has hit the fashion industry’s apex. She’s been on all the coveted covers—W, V, the Vogues—as well as represented countless brands, including Prada, Gucci, Louis Vuitton and Lancôme (this issue coincides with the spring release of Lancôme Ô de L’Orangerie). She ranked sixth on Forbes’ the World’s Top-Earning Models list last year (2010 to 2011), with an estimated earning of $4.5 million. Basically, if it were 1995, we would be calling her a supermodel. Or if it were 2005, we’d be calling her a top model. What would we call her today? Maybe model mogul?
The shoot is done and Daria’s agent waves me over to the makeup area. Daria has changed into her street clothes: fitted black leather leggings and a diaphanous white T-shirt. A few studs of coloured stone climb up her ear, and a long, thin spike dangles down from her left lobe. She has long arms and legs, and she folds herself into a chair that seems too small for her. The hairstylists help her remove her hair extensions. “Wait till you see this transformation,” she jokes. “By the end of this, you’re gonna be like, ‘Who is that!’”
Of course, even without makeup and billowing hair, she is still completely compelling to look at: Big eyes, an almost cat-like nose and a soft mouth. Her face is more magnetic than perfect. You can’t stop looking at her, trying to figure out what it is that makes her so beautiful. Maybe that’s what it takes to be an international face: mystery.
She’s been living in New York City’s Chinatown for seven years now, Daria begins to tell me. She first started modelling at 14 in Canada, where she moved from Poland with her family when she was three. Now that she’s 28, she’s been in this industry for half of her life. I mention this to her. “Oh, my god, thanks a lot,” she says, sarcastically. “I honestly never thought about it until you said it right now.” While she talks, people from the shoot keep coming up to her to say goodbye. She stands and hugs each of them.
I mention my sailing friend. “Oh! Is this an interview for him? What’s he like?” she asks, jokingly. I mention he’s gay. “Oh, well,” she laughs.
One thing is for sure: The next person to capture her heart better have sea legs. Daria’s father was a sailor in Ukraine. He shipped her and her siblings off to sailing camp when she was nine years old. In the summer of 2008, just before being inducted into Canada’s Walk of Fame, she took three months off to sail across the Atlantic Ocean with her family. At one point, they hit a storm. There were gigantic waves. They had to bring the sails down and, for 10 days, just ride it out. “The ocean changes in a second. You kind of go into survival thinking,” she says. “You are so close to the elements. There is no room for daydreaming.” When she talks about the ocean, you see her face light up. Expression!
Society has become over-saturated with choice, she says. “I mean, there are [too many] stores that just sell sneakers. You can get option paralysis. On the ocean, you have no choice but to make decisions, to act.” Does she ever feel scared out in the ocean, during a storm? “No. Never, ‘I’m gonna die!’ More like, ‘Yes!’” She pumps her fist and grins.
I wonder aloud what it’s like for her to go from sailing back into the fashion world, which can sometimes seem like a hall of mirrors—literally. “I’ve always struggled with that. But it’s not a superficial industry. It’s a superficial world,” she says. “We’ve always been obsessed with youth and beauty. The best thing I can say is that I think it’s wrong for women to look at magazines and want to be that girl. I was raised to believe that this is all entertainment.”
She tells me she feels her life is in a transitional phase. “Not because I’m coming on 30, but just what exactly I’m going to do next. When I started out, I wanted to make money, I wanted to work. But that part of the reason is over. Now I am investigating why I am doing this.”
Whatever is next for her, you can be assured it will be different. “I don’t think the world needs for me to design clothes,” she says. Daria is kind of the anti-Victoria’s Secret model. Nothing feels forced or calculated about her. Maybe that’s what makes her so captivating.
Another stylist comes by to hug her. She bends over and puts in her nose ring. She’s excited to go sailing this summer. This time “it’s just around the Med [Mediterranean],” she says. “But next week I’m going heli-boarding!”
Daria, you start to understand, doesn’t just want to be a model; she wants to be herself. And she’s figuring out who that is by jumping out of helicopters and sailing in the lawless ocean, wherever she feels most alive.
dariaw.onsugar.com
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haha. she's certainly not lazy. she's just accomplished and doesn't need to work as frequently. like she said, in the beginning she just wanted to work and make money. well - she's made literally millions upon millions of dollars. she doesn't have to work another day in her life, if she chooses. and she's got a cushy contract with Lancome that pays her millions and allows her tremendous amounts of free time to explore other interests and facets of her life.
she's pretty much "over" modeling, it seems. she'll have to find new people to work with - new photographers and stylists and such - in order to keep it fresh and interesting for her.
i'll be interested to see what she does do in this next chapter of her life. it saddens me, but i suspect that it won't be much in the limelight and we'll see her even less frequently than now.
she's pretty much "over" modeling, it seems. she'll have to find new people to work with - new photographers and stylists and such - in order to keep it fresh and interesting for her.
i'll be interested to see what she does do in this next chapter of her life. it saddens me, but i suspect that it won't be much in the limelight and we'll see her even less frequently than now.
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haha of course she is the anti-VS model, she's got class!
Well, what I personally think is not very classic (but everyone has another definition of 'class') is the imagination of a VS model walking down the runway, licking on some ice cream- half naked.
The licking itself probably would not be that 'not classy', I guess for me it's the attitude of the girls while doing that and them being half naked. On the other hand you could send a fully dressed girl down the runway and making her lick ice cream will anyway provoke naughty associations.
Just my 2 cents...
The licking itself probably would not be that 'not classy', I guess for me it's the attitude of the girls while doing that and them being half naked. On the other hand you could send a fully dressed girl down the runway and making her lick ice cream will anyway provoke naughty associations.
Just my 2 cents...
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^ problem is not if you are naked, but how you are naked, if it's a kind of natural way or just provocative-sexist way... that beingn said, i would add that some of her naked shots are more natural and focused on beauty than on being sexy for a man. i say some because, apart from being a mess, her vogue calendar had - wanted to have - something playboysh which is beyond vs.
