Noemie Lenoir

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HAVE MERCY! A tremble came across my chest when viewing the first 2 pics. This woman...this ICON has a beauty the Roman goddess Venus would envy.
 
Post 965- I love Noeime in yellow, it looks beautiful against her bronzed skin tone.

Also, I'm not overlooking her in post 967. Love the casual look.
 
^ I like her boots in the first pic.
I like her dress in the second pic.
Noemie looks great in both pics!
 
Sydney Morning Herald
Rush Hour 3
Paul Byrnes, reviewer
September 27, 2007

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Easy enough to sit through, unless you find the sight of a great talent in decline distressing.
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The more things change ... Chris Tucker and Jackie Chan in yet more kung-fu action.


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GenreComedy, Action, AdventureRun Time91 minutesRatedMCountryUnited StatesDirectorBrett RatnerActorsJackie Chan, Chris Rock, Hiroyuki Sanada, Max Von Sydow, Noemie Lenoir, Vinnie Jones, Yvan Attel, Roselyn Sanchez, Roman Polanski.Ratingstars-3
After they grossed $US600 million worldwide with the first two films, anyone who thinks Chris Tucker and Jackie Chan are back because they have some new ideas is in for a disappointment. The third instalment is slower, duller, less funny and afflicted with a sense of its own ennui. Many of the jokes are now about the series itself. It has become self-conscious and self-congratulatory, the terminal phase for any series, comedy or otherwise.
It is still easy enough to sit through, unless of course the sight of great talent in decline distresses you. Chan is certainly one of the greatest physical talents the movie world has ever seen - a wondrous package of silent film grace, modelled on Buster Keaton, and the Peking opera discipline that Chan started learning at age six. It was clear in the last movie six years ago that Chan was slowing down; it is even clearer now, and that's painful to watch. He is still immensely charming, and the way he mangles English is part of that charm, but the physical speed and acuity are considerably less. Worse, the director Brett Ratner, helmer of all the series, resorts to judicious cuts and the occasional special effect to paper over the cracks. Call me old-fashioned, but it is not a proper Jackie Chan movie if you manufacture any of the thrills with a computer.
Tucker has not made a film since Rush Hour 2 in 2001. In fact, he has not done any movies apart from this series since the first movie hit big in 1998. He was reported to have held out for $US20 million for the second movie, which puts him in the club of the top-earning four or five male movie stars of our time. He devotes a lot of time to the campaign against AIDS in Africa, which seems to indicate that he is different to the other members of that club. Three movies in 10 years would normally mean oblivion for an actor. In his case, it seems to have allowed him to keep his sanity and compassion. Good luck to him.
The chemistry between these two has always been interesting. It is a sort of rainbow coalition, the Odd Couple of colour, that gives Chan a bridge to America and Tucker a lesson in Asian humility. Not that it actually changes much about Tucker's loudmouthed Negro-with-Attitude persona, or the Humble-Honourable-Gentleman act that Chan has been doing since his Hong Kong films of the '70s. The trading in stereotypes has been the series' constant currency, and it has been cleverly handled in ways that defuse a little of America's ever-present racial tension. When Tucker hit Chan in Rush Hour 2 and exclaimed: "You all look alike to me!", it was funny as well as discomforting for white audiences (at least those who could recognise they were being satirised).

The race politics are complicated in the third film by geopolitics. That becomes clear when detectives Lee and Carter hop in a cab at the airport in Paris, after an unpleasant welcome from Roman Polanski playing a French detective with a rubber glove. The driver refuses to take Carter. "Americans make me sick," says George the cabbie (played by actor-director Yvan Attal). "They are the most violent people on Earth ... always starting wars."
Here then is a city and a people that all Americans can enjoy hating for a few moments. What was the phrase from a few years back? "Cheese-eating surrender monkeys"? Once he is being chased along the boulevards by Triad heavies on motorbikes, George turns into Rambo, of course. He begs to be allowed to kill somebody, like in an American movie. No one goes to a Rush Hour film for the acting, but even by its own standards, number three is a number two. Never have so many good actors (well, at least one - Max Von Sydow as a hero who is obviously a villain) given such ham-fisted performances. Youki Kudoh, Jingchu Zhang and Hiroyuki Sanada stink up the joint from the Asian corner. Noemie Lenoir, as a femme fatale who does a bedroom scene with Tucker, appears to have attended the Naomi Campbell Ecole de Comedie. Possibly without graduating.
The film has plenty of kung-fu fighting, plus leaping, shooting, car chasing and knife and sword action. Chan pulls off some cool moves and Tucker shouts a lot. Plus ca change. The series ain't what it used to be and it shouldn't be again, but who knows?

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GenreComedy, Action, AdventureRun Time91 minutesRatedMCountryUnited StatesDirectorBrett RatnerActorsJackie Chan, Chris Rock, Hiroyuki Sanada, Max Von Sydow, Noemie Lenoir, Vinnie Jones, Yvan Attel, Roselyn Sanchez, Roman Polanski.Ratingstars-3
After they grossed $US600 million worldwide with the first two films, anyone who thinks Chris Tucker and Jackie Chan are back because they have some new ideas is in for a disappointment. The third instalment is slower, duller, less funny and afflicted with a sense of its own ennui. Many of the jokes are now about the series itself. It has become self-conscious and self-congratulatory, the terminal phase for any series, comedy or otherwise.
It is still easy enough to sit through, unless of course the sight of great talent in decline distresses you. Chan is certainly one of the greatest physical talents the movie world has ever seen - a wondrous package of silent film grace, modelled on Buster Keaton, and the Peking opera discipline that Chan started learning at age six. It was clear in the last movie six years ago that Chan was slowing down; it is even clearer now, and that's painful to watch. He is still immensely charming, and the way he mangles English is part of that charm, but the physical speed and acuity are considerably less. Worse, the director Brett Ratner, helmer of all the series, resorts to judicious cuts and the occasional special effect to paper over the cracks. Call me old-fashioned, but it is not a proper Jackie Chan movie if you manufacture any of the thrills with a computer.
Tucker has not made a film since Rush Hour 2 in 2001. In fact, he has not done any movies apart from this series since the first movie hit big in 1998. He was reported to have held out for $US20 million for the second movie, which puts him in the club of the top-earning four or five male movie stars of our time. He devotes a lot of time to the campaign against AIDS in Africa, which seems to indicate that he is different to the other members of that club. Three movies in 10 years would normally mean oblivion for an actor. In his case, it seems to have allowed him to keep his sanity and compassion. Good luck to him.
The chemistry between these two has always been interesting. It is a sort of rainbow coalition, the Odd Couple of colour, that gives Chan a bridge to America and Tucker a lesson in Asian humility. Not that it actually changes much about Tucker's loudmouthed Negro-with-Attitude persona, or the Humble-Honourable-Gentleman act that Chan has been doing since his Hong Kong films of the '70s. The trading in stereotypes has been the series' constant currency, and it has been cleverly handled in ways that defuse a little of America's ever-present racial tension. When Tucker hit Chan in Rush Hour 2 and exclaimed: "You all look alike to me!", it was funny as well as discomforting for white audiences (at least those who could recognise they were being satirised).

The race politics are complicated in the third film by geopolitics. That becomes clear when detectives Lee and Carter hop in a cab at the airport in Paris, after an unpleasant welcome from Roman Polanski playing a French detective with a rubber glove. The driver refuses to take Carter. "Americans make me sick," says George the cabbie (played by actor-director Yvan Attal). "They are the most violent people on Earth ... always starting wars."
Here then is a city and a people that all Americans can enjoy hating for a few moments. What was the phrase from a few years back? "Cheese-eating surrender monkeys"? Once he is being chased along the boulevards by Triad heavies on motorbikes, George turns into Rambo, of course. He begs to be allowed to kill somebody, like in an American movie. No one goes to a Rush Hour film for the acting, but even by its own standards, number three is a number two. Never have so many good actors (well, at least one - Max Von Sydow as a hero who is obviously a villain) given such ham-fisted performances. Youki Kudoh, Jingchu Zhang and Hiroyuki Sanada stink up the joint from the Asian corner. Noemie Lenoir, as a femme fatale who does a bedroom scene with Tucker, appears to have attended the Naomi Campbell Ecole de Comedie. Possibly without graduating.
The film has plenty of kung-fu fighting, plus leaping, shooting, car chasing and knife and sword action. Chan pulls off some cool moves and Tucker shouts a lot. Plus ca change. The series ain't what it used to be and it shouldn't be again, but who knows?

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New York Observer
Bethann Hardison Wonders: Why Is Black Not In This Fall?

by Nicholas Boston Published: September 10, 2007 Tags: The City, Bethann Hardison, Iman (Model)

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Also at the Baby Phat show on Friday Night: age-defying Dame Bethann Hardison–African American model from the 1960s, founder of her own pioneering modeling agency, Iman collaborator and confidante, and mother of actor Kadeem Hardison–was a veritable celebrity magnet.
Ms. Hardison, clad in a bare-shouldered summer print dress, was her usual outspoken self.
"I'm doing a forum next week to discuss the lack of the black image in fashion," she said.
We asked her opinion of young Chanel Iman, the single African-American model to grace the recent "The World's Next Top Models" cover of Vogue magazine. Surprisingly, Ms. Hardison made a gagging motion.
"I don't think she's exciting!" she shrieked. "Get me as controversial as you want, because that's who I am! I think she's very childlike. I like her—I think she's a very wonderful little girl—but there's no one exciting out there right now."
A couple of years back, Ms. Hardison was behind another, now-legendary, Vogue photo spread—organized in collaboration with the original
Iman—which showcased an intergenerational coterie of black models who broke ground in the business, beginning with Iman herself, leading
to Beverly Johnson, Naomi Campbell, Alek Wek, all the way to the French beauty Noémie Lenoir. Today, Ms. Hardison lamented, the
pickings are slim and slimmer.
"The little girl that I do like is a girl named Hollis," she said, referring to bubbly Wa'Keema Hollis, a native of Jackson, Tennessee. "She has a l'il personality."
What about the white girls?
"That's who I was talking about!" Ms. Hardison said. "Who else is there? Sorry to be so honest."
 
Wikipedia entry on black models
Noemie Lenoir - French woman of Madagascan descent who has appeared in ads for L'Oreal, Gap, and other well-known companies. Has graced the covers of many fashion magazines worldwide
 
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Roy S. Johnson’s Sports Blog

Beyonce: SI’s 2007 Swimsuit Dreamgirl?

February 3rd, 2007



Beyonce is one of the surprise features in the 2007 Sports Illustrated Swimsuit issue, which is set to hit the marketplace on February 13. The singer/actress was shot in Florida late last year, according the insiders at the magazine, and the images were good enough (duh) to be included in the issue. The surprise is because she is neither a model, an athlete or a jock’s spouse, typically the only categories of women who’ve been shot for the annual iconic edition.
Is she the cover? If so, Beyonce would be only the second African-American woman to appear on issue’s coveer in the 43 years since it was created, the first in a decade since Tyra Banks donned the second of her back-to-back swimsuit covers in 1997. The 1996 cover was shared with Argentine model Valerie Mazza.
 
from modelpusher
One of her first jobs was a magazine shoot for Marie Claire and Ralph Lauren in Paris. She then moved to New York in 1999 for a better chance at furthering her modeling career.

She has modeled for almost every major designer, and some of the fashion industry's hottest photographers.

She has appeared in Vogue, Marie Claire, ELLE, Glamour, Mademoiselle, Interview and has graced the pages of the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition in 2000, 2001, 2003, 2004, 2005 and 2006.

She also was featured in campaigns for the Gap, Tommy Hilfiger, Ann Taylor, Ralph Lauren Jeans, Pantene Europe, Victoria's Secret and as a spokesmodel for L'Oreal.

Noémie is currently the face of UK retailer Marks and Spencer.
 

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