Noemie Lenoir

[scriptgirl]

Marks and Spencer

 

[crow_watcher]

link to Noemie's Cannes look
http://www.vivavocefashion.com/front_page.html/beauty_celebrity.html

Pic reminds me of ANTM winner Eva Pigford. She had her pic taken in a similar pose. Of course, they certainly do not look alike.


You're killing me with that Marks and Spencer ad. Noemie looks like a hollywood starlet.

 

[scriptgirl]

biostars

 

[crow_watcher]

Beautiful dress. I'm sure is not one but I was thinkin' maybe Pucci?

 

[pinkvogue]

She looks lovely in that M&S ad.

 

[scriptgirl]

NEXT

 

[Hybrid]

congrats Noemie on the show!

 

[scriptgirl]

She hasn't officially been made a VS girl
NL images

 

[crow_watcher]

I think if she ditched the wig and wore closed toed heeled shoes the dress would look better on her. Also, Noemie's short blonde hair style would work well with the dress.

 

[rubydon]

that m&s ad is amazing. she's so dorothy dandridge.

 

[scriptgirl]

Ford

 

[scriptgirl]

Confirmation she will be with VS
Bellazon

 

[crow_watcher]

I'm not a much of a fan of the Ford Angency pic. However, her body looks amazing in that outfit.

I look forward watching her on the VS show. But I think she's too good for VS in many ways. Her looks should be use in LaPerla lingerie ads.

 

[pinkvogue]

I glad she's doing the VS show. She looks great in the group pic.

 

[ms_prissy]

well done to her getting the VS spot - she'll be just great for the brand!

 

[scriptgirl]

Lineup of the show from oh no they didn't
http://community.livejournal.com/ohnotheydidnt/17344299.html

 

[scriptgirl]

Credit My IT Things
Fashion >> It Brand
Victoria's Secret Fashion Show 2007
Written by: melanieH
11/10/2007 11:52 PM

Rated 4.5 by 2 voters

We all know that Victoria's secret fashion show is one of the biggest Holidays events, and this year it will have even more spice with the special comeback performance by Spice Girls!

The fashion show will tape on November 14 at Hollywood's Kodak Theatre, and will air on CBS on December 4 at 10 p.m.

Obviously the tickets are hard to find, but apparently you can purchase them on eBay! Regular tickets are available, as well as special packages. Bidding starts at $25,000 for a package that includes two tickets for the show at Hollywood’s Kodak Theater as well as tickets to the VIP after-party, gift bags, a night at the Renaissance Hollywood Hotel and finally, an exclusive meet-and-greet with one models from the show!

New for this year is the candy confection lingerie collection which has to be one of the least comfortable to wear in the show. The general theme is "Sexy little things". One big question is who will have the honor of wearing this year’s fantasy bra?

We'll have to wait and see, for now enjoy the full models lineup:

1 Alessandra
2 Adriana
3 Karolina
4 Izabel
5 Heidi
6 Selita
7 Marisa Miller
8 Miranda Kerr
9 Noemie Lenoir
10 Jessica White
11 Mini Anden
12 Ana B
13 Marija V
14 Erin Wasson
15 Angela Lindvall
16 Jessica Stam
17 Elise C
18 Hana
19 Morgane
20 Michaela K
21 Rosie
22 Julia S
23 Isabeli Fontana
24 Natasha
25 Inguna
26 Sabrina J/Raquel
27 Andi Muise

 

[scriptgirl]

hello magazine

Suave Antonio set to seduce British ladies with old Hollywood style
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8 NOVEMBER 2007

With a group of glamorous women fawning over him, tuxedo-clad Antonio Banderas is a ringer for sophisticated screen idols of a bygone era in a new homage to the Forties. The Latin lover's turn as a latter-day Cary Grant can be seen on British TV from Thursday.

The TV slot inspired by the golden age of Hollywood has been released as part of Marks & Spencer's 'Christmas Belles' ad campaign. Antonio stars as a character known only as 'Him', whose identity is kept secret until the last scene.

Established M&S leading ladies – Twiggy, Erin O'Connor, Laura Bailey, Noemie Lenoir and Lizzy Jagger – play the glamourpusses vying for his attention at a festive party.

Antonio described his starring role in the campaign as an honour, even though he found it "a pretty tall order to follow Shirley Bassey".

 

[scriptgirl]

times online

Stylish togs for grown-ups . . . now there’s a fab idea
Jane Shilling
Even at the peculiar, random prices charged by designers for their outfits, £1.5 million is a useful sum of money. Enough to buy you a couple of Prada petticoats and still have change for a pair of Louboutin heels. So it’s a fair bet that Twiggy won’t have to wear M&S cardies for much longer – for £1.5 million is what Penguin has paid her to devise a “fashion and beauty bible” for the “mature woman”.

“Those Fab Forties, Fifties and Sixties”, it is to be called – an odd title in some ways. Hard to imagine anyone publishing a self-help tome entitled “Those Fab Teens, Twenties and Thirties”, but of course the title faithfully reflects the fact that women past their mid-thirties are so little regarded or valued that you can lump the decades of their maturity together in one patronising, undifferentiated mass. (My favourite headline in this context is a recent one over a report of Naomi Campbell’s elegant appearance in a bikini in the spring/summer ’08 collections, reading “Campbell shows she has still got what it takes at 37”. Meaning – presumably – that she didn’t turn into a withered hag as midnight struck on the eve of her 35th birthday, in the manner of Kevin the teenager morphing in an instant from sweet 12-year-old child to monstrous adolescent. Remarkable.)

Anyway, I don’t mean to be sour about Twiggy’s gallant enterprise, and I don’t doubt the vast advance reflects the fact that it will sell in squillions, for at the moment, to be 40 (or 50 or 60, or 97, for that matter) and interested in looks and fashion is a pretty miserable condition.Essentially you do indeed undergo a metamorphosis on reaching 35. You become invisible. Hence all the frenzied excitement about Kate Moss’s new hairdo. “Kate drops ten years in a week!” screamed the Grazia cover line – very handy when you are 33 and drawing dangerously near to the age at which you will become a fashion unperson, but also a grim reminder of the fact that, at the moment, grown-up style simply doesn’t exist.

But, but, but, I hear you splutter. Ho, but in the manner of a particularly belligerent minister executing a deft vocal body-swerve past John Humphrys in order to make his point, I shall press on. My point being that, to develop a personal style (which is what you ought to have done by your forties), you need to get your eye in. Which you can only do, unless you have exceptional creative powers and a strong narcissistic streak, by looking at lots of images of idealised versions of yourself, dressed in clothes that you might quite like to wear.

Until one’s thirties, the problem in this context is one of pure excess – so many of them, you don’t know what to choose. But after that, the desert: dreary little features called things like “Generation Fashion”, showing how to make a look work in your twenties and thirties, followed by the comfy version for the overforties and fifties. Than which the only thing more depressing is that unspeakable poem beginning, “When I am old I shall wear purple/ With a red hat that doesn’t go and doesn’t suit me”. All very well for Anna Piaggi, but hopeless for the rest of us who would quite like to intimidate (or, better still, disturb) the men in the office . . .

It is traditional at some point in this sort of discussion to recite a list of hot peri- or postmenopausal chicks: Jerry Hall, Tilda Swinton, Joanna Lumley, Chrissie Hynde, Helen Mirren, Jane Birkin, Loulou de la Falaise. And so on. They are, indeed, lovely and I cling to the thought of them as to a spar in a wreck. But it is only too noticeable that in the media, they are invariably described as being marvellous for their age. Fab, indeed, at 40, 50 or 60. Their place is no longer the fashion pages but the features pages (where, like as not, they are represented by an unflattering photograph pointing out that they are either in need or, or have had, some form of cosmetic surgery to turn them into a grim simulacrum of their 20-year-old selves).

Small wonder, really, that so many women past the age of fertility (but not the age of energy, creativity or seduction) find themselves in a muddle when it comes to clothes, retreating into grim knitwear and harsh highlights (as Twigs herself and her fellow model, Laura Bailey, tend to in the M&S adverts, looking respectively mumsy and brassy, while lustrous Noémie Lenoir and Erin O’Connor, who could lend a haunting resonance to a pair of Crimplene slacks, are styled to far greater advantage), and falling easy prey to the TV bodysnatchers – grim queens of the makeover show, including Channel 4’s Nicky Hambleton-Jones (a barely animated shop dummy, like something off Dr Who), and the terrifying What Not to Wear duo of Lisa Butcher and Mica Paris, who appear to have in common with Hambleton-Jones a mission to humiliate as many middle-aged women as possible in the time available. Extraordinary to think that in the heyday of couture – which is to say, in the century between about 1860 and 1960 – the middle-aged client was the darling of the ateliers, for her sophistication and her spending power.

Perhaps Twigs has some amazing secret up her pastel-pink swing cardi sleeve when it comes to the renaissance of middle-aged style in the 21st century. Let’s hope so, for I find myself mourning my lost pleasure in clothes as I climb into my grimly chic daytime uniform of Gap jodhs and discreet cashmere sweater each morning. I don’t want to look 20 again. My taste is more developed, my experience richer, my skin and haircut better, my figure holding up nicely. Above all, I am happier, and (crucial point, this, when it comes to the swing of the fashion pendulum) richer. I’d like some clothes to wear, and some fashion pages to read, that reflect that, instead of lumping me in an undifferentiated mass of invisible old girls past the magic age of 35. Any chance, do you think?

Alas, it really is too late

My colleague Hugo Rifkind, writing about the appearance of Alison Steadman and Sebastian Faulks this Sunday in One Hour More, a fundraiser for Camden, City, Islington and Westminster Bereavement Services, notes with the mildest of satirical tweaks something a bit dim and worthy about the enterprise – which lacks, it is true, the dazzling aspirational chic of, say, breast cancer or HIV fundraising. But there’s nothing like personal experience for making something a bit dim seem vivid and urgent. I find myself attending, separated by only a couple of weeks, the funerals of friends for whose steadfast kindness when I was in dire need I never properly said thank you. “Of course they knew how much they meant to you,” says everyone to whom I’ve told my regret. Well, I hope they did. But it doesn’t stop me wishing that I’d taken that hour to make it plain, while there was still time. When you’re young and unafraid of death (especially other people’s), there is a certain romantic dying fall about the phrase “too late”. But when the regret becomes personal, it’s amazing how the dying fall of “too late” loses its power to intrigue.

Alarm bells ring

Normally I’m resigned to the cycle of the seasons and even relish the spiders’ webs, bare twigs and louring skies over the Thames that signal my urban autumn. This year, having had so little sunshine, I find myself approaching the coming winter with grim apprehension, as though I was sickening for something. Still, it hadn’t struck me that I might need counselling on how to deal with the changing of the clocks at the weekend. But in Another Paper I find the trauma addressed, so I hasten to pass on its advice. Caution: “You may find yourself wide awake before the alarm clock goes off.” Take care, now.

Have your say
We have had enough of the 20,30,40,50 year olds and are very happy to see that the sixty year olds are coming in from fashion oblivion but what about us active and still fashionable 70 year olds? We do not all wear pink Dralon cardies covered in soup stains or beige Velcro fastened shoes. There are some us who wear jeans, cashmere, shop at trendy chain stores and avoid the mutton look.
I am 73, 14/16 5ft8". Rather wide around the middle but I try to disguise it. My hair, thanks to a lucky family gene, has not gone grey. I could present to you some very attractive real women who are in their seventies. But I don't expect that we are newsworthy unless we murder someone or take up with Jude Law.
Please don't ignore this forgotten decade. Remember, you will be seventy one day and will you want to be on the scrapheap of fashion?
I would send you a photograph as an attachment if I knew how!
Pamela Connor, Chalfont St. Giles,BucksHP84HN, E

 

[scriptgirl]

la beat
Rush Hour 3. An attempted assassination of the Chinese ambassador (Tzi Ma) by Triad gangsters reteams Chief Inspector Lee (Jackie Chan) and Detective James Carter (Chris Tucker), leading them to Paris, where they rumble through the usual buddy antics and farfetched chase scenes before finally wrapping it all up in a nice, neat, high-octane, high-concept, high-wire set piece. Along the way there’s a mysterious supermodel (Noémie Lenoir), a deadly femme fatale (Youki Kudoh), a riotously funny cabbie (Yvan Attal), a pair of wasted cameos from Max von Sydow and Roman Polanski, and a Japanese assassin (Hiroyuki Sanada). This sadly uninspired follow-up really never finds its third gear. It’s as though everyone’s just going through the motions and collecting a paycheck. That Attal – a serious actor and filmmaker in France – ends up stealing scenes from both Chan and Tucker speaks volumes about the level of enthusiasm the stars have brought to this effort. The only silver lining here may be the long overdue unmasking of director Brett Ratner’s glaring lack of talent – though, if history is any guide, even that may be too much to hope for. (WM)