US Elle September 2007 : Lindsay Lohan by Gilles Bensimon
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i think that joe zee is an incredible creative talent, and i'm surprised and disappointed that he recycled the steven meisel hollywood editorial. it would be one thing to rework the concept, but it seems almost a direct copy of the italian vogue editorial right down to the typeface.
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for anyone interested in viewing the entire italian vogue editorial, here's a link to the thread: http://www.thefashionspot.com/forums/f78/vogue-italia-2005-hollywood-style-21846.html
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for anyone interested in viewing the entire italian vogue editorial, here's a link to the thread: http://www.thefashionspot.com/forums/f78/vogue-italia-2005-hollywood-style-21846.html
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I'd have said great if she wasnt so photoshopped (eyes !!!!)seanutbutter
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No, I actually find her quite unattractive in this picture. Whatever she is doing to herself is aging her face quickly.
As for the cover itself, I have few words. Aside from Lindsay, it's typical for Elle and once again displays the entire table of contents. I was hoping this feature of the magazine would receive a makeover of some sort, but unfortunately it hasn't.
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Oh she looks so... old.
She is like a walking after school special.
She is like a walking after school special.
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I must concur, she does look tremendously prematurely aged on the cover; her lifestyle, alas, is clearly becoming evident in her physicality. And also, where are the creative changes within the layout and the aesthetic of the magazine itself? continuation with the overwhelming amount of text, bland star (who has been on a September cover before, nonetheless) and mundane content. Elle will always be secondary and inferior to Harpers Bazaar and Vogue, atleast Glenda Bailey and Anna Wintour adhere to a culture of fashion, not celebrity.
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It's the hair the bothers me most....it's just like her mother's!!
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OMG,that is so embarassing!
And now that i have seen bigger image of the cover,i have to say it is awful,absoloutely no progress from every ELLE cover so faar,the text is insane!
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^shes 21.
this is what self-destruction does to you.
Such a positive image the new Elle is endorsing!!
this is what self-destruction does to you.
Such a positive image the new Elle is endorsing!!
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Lindsay Lohan: Louis Vuitton Hates Me
Fri, 03 2007
Lindsay Lohan is on the September 2007 cover for Elle Magazine. The interview took place 36 hours before her arrest in May on suspicion of her DUI.
Here are some highlights from the interview:
On her January rehab stint: “I was glad I went, because I needed to get away from everyone. … And I learned a lot there.”
On saying “I’ll never do …”: “You’re setting yourself up for a disaster. I never say never.”
On her drunk driving: “They’re looking for me, to like trip, so they can be like, ‘Oh Lindsay’s wasted and driving drunk.’ And that’s not it. I wouldn’t violate. … I’m much more responsible than that.”
On who takes care of her: “Jenni (Munro, one of her assistants), my mom and Leslie (Sloane-Zelnick, her publicist).”
On her relationship with British model Calum Best: “I like him. He’s me in male form. We’re very similar. Stubborn, rebellious, very smart, coy, a little bit narcissistic – I think all actors have a little bit of that, and so they should. We’ll be kidding around, like the other day when we were in the Bahamas … I was walking by some mirror. And he caught me looking in the mirror and he goes, ‘I caught that!’ I was like, ‘Damn, I look good!’”
On avoiding paparazzi: “I hate it, like, when these people say, ‘Well, why do you go to the Ivy if you don’t want …’ Seriously, I like their food! I can’t go to a restaurant? I know I’m going to get pictures taken. I’m fine with it. And I’m going to go have their food. People give you sh*t for it: ‘Don’t go on Robertson!’ What, I can’t drive down the street?”
On whom she relates to in Hollywood: “Ann-Margret. Marilyn Monroe. … Marilyn exudes sex appeal. She was such an innocent sort. … That was the tragic side of it.”
On the timepiece she wore for the photo shoot: “I wanted everything. There was this Cartier watch, and I was like, ‘What do I have to do to get this watch?’ ”
AND NOW… apparently Louis Vuitton hates Lindsay because she reportedly swiped several LV items during the shoot. According to Page Six…
“Louis Vuitton had sent over some samples for her to wear in the shoot. Lindsay, kept shoving the clothes into her bag, and a stylist’s assistant kept getting them out of the bag, only to have Lindsay keep trying to take them. She ended up walking off with a very expensive shirt and some other items - which screwed Louis Vuitton because they were set to go to Vogue, W and Harper’s Bazaar for other shoots. They were furious and kept trying to get their clothes back, but . . . Lindsay walked out with them and never returned calls.”
- JUST-JARED
Fri, 03 2007
Lindsay Lohan is on the September 2007 cover for Elle Magazine. The interview took place 36 hours before her arrest in May on suspicion of her DUI.
Here are some highlights from the interview:
On her January rehab stint: “I was glad I went, because I needed to get away from everyone. … And I learned a lot there.”
On saying “I’ll never do …”: “You’re setting yourself up for a disaster. I never say never.”
On her drunk driving: “They’re looking for me, to like trip, so they can be like, ‘Oh Lindsay’s wasted and driving drunk.’ And that’s not it. I wouldn’t violate. … I’m much more responsible than that.”
On who takes care of her: “Jenni (Munro, one of her assistants), my mom and Leslie (Sloane-Zelnick, her publicist).”
On her relationship with British model Calum Best: “I like him. He’s me in male form. We’re very similar. Stubborn, rebellious, very smart, coy, a little bit narcissistic – I think all actors have a little bit of that, and so they should. We’ll be kidding around, like the other day when we were in the Bahamas … I was walking by some mirror. And he caught me looking in the mirror and he goes, ‘I caught that!’ I was like, ‘Damn, I look good!’”
On avoiding paparazzi: “I hate it, like, when these people say, ‘Well, why do you go to the Ivy if you don’t want …’ Seriously, I like their food! I can’t go to a restaurant? I know I’m going to get pictures taken. I’m fine with it. And I’m going to go have their food. People give you sh*t for it: ‘Don’t go on Robertson!’ What, I can’t drive down the street?”
On whom she relates to in Hollywood: “Ann-Margret. Marilyn Monroe. … Marilyn exudes sex appeal. She was such an innocent sort. … That was the tragic side of it.”
On the timepiece she wore for the photo shoot: “I wanted everything. There was this Cartier watch, and I was like, ‘What do I have to do to get this watch?’ ”
AND NOW… apparently Louis Vuitton hates Lindsay because she reportedly swiped several LV items during the shoot. According to Page Six…
“Louis Vuitton had sent over some samples for her to wear in the shoot. Lindsay, kept shoving the clothes into her bag, and a stylist’s assistant kept getting them out of the bag, only to have Lindsay keep trying to take them. She ended up walking off with a very expensive shirt and some other items - which screwed Louis Vuitton because they were set to go to Vogue, W and Harper’s Bazaar for other shoots. They were furious and kept trying to get their clothes back, but . . . Lindsay walked out with them and never returned calls.”
- JUST-JARED
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"Lohan described her style as "eclectic, evolving, diverse, and comfortable," during her shoot in Los Angeles. She was wearing Hermès riding boots, a Jenni Kayne black minidress, and Lanvin shades. A fashion obsessive, Lohan found plenty to love among the rack of clothes and accessories brought in by ELLE's fashion team. Among Lohan's favorites were a Marc Jacobs smoking capelet, a Louis Vuitton painter's smock, and a leather Fendi tote.''
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mmmm................lindsay lohan sense of fashion ........
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mmmm................lindsay lohan sense of fashion ........
GIRL ON FIRE
Lohan on rehab, her narcissism, and why she doesn’t trust anyone: plus photos you won’t see in the magazine
This story was going to begin with the white picket fence some 20 feet away, separating Lindsay Lohan from the sidewalk. The actress, 36 hours from being arrested on suspicion of driving under the influence, was sitting on the patio at the Beverly Hills restaurant the Ivy, with her back to the street. Like Tippi Hedren in The Birds, she lit a cigarette with a steady hand, unaware of what was beginning to happen behind her. The L.A. sun was high and white, bleaching the blue from an empty sky, shrinking Lohan’s pupils to pinpoints, even under the shade of an umbrella. Against this harsh light, first one, then two, three, and four, and another and another, and others, silently gathered along the fence, multiplying in the same small space until all the faces became a faceless mass. Waiting.
Most wore professional cameras. Some held cheap disposables. A few lumpy tourists took aim with their cell phones, eager to shoot the star should she turn around. That morning E! News had plugged the latest T-shirt declaration: leave lindsay a-lohan!
View more photos of Lindsay Lohan
It would be an easy transition from there to what Lohan is wearing and eating and promoting. That’s the way these things go. But there’s the picture, and then there’s the bigger picture. The one in which the camera pulls back to reveal the star smiling, knowing what’s going on behind her back. After all, she picked the restaurant, she picked the table outside. “When I pulled up, there were three paparazzi following me,” Lohan says. “I wanted you to see it. But you weren’t here.” She looks disappointed; as if she were wishing I could have seen the dogs hounding the fox into the safety of this celebrity wildlife refuge, famous for its $33 crab cakes, $13 Ivy gimlets, and big-game photo ops. Now I wouldn’t be able to relay the thrilling awfulness of what she has to survive to get a decent meal. But all is not lost. Lohan brightens: “I can’t wait for you to see what happens when we leave!”
She’s funny when she says this; like a kid with a match, eager to set off the fireworks. And I appreciate her efforts to cast herself in a context. The best stars do. Flashback: the summer of 1995, Savannah, Georgia, a drag-queen bar, 2 a.m. Demi Moore throws an arm across my shoulders: “Do I know how to stage a scene for a journalist or what?” I loved her for it. Let’s be real—the two of us were in collusion. Celebrity journalists are with their subjects, all the time, even as I speak…oh, look, it’s Nicollette Sheridan!
Another flashback. The summer of 2005, New York City, the Marquee Club, 4 a.m. Lohan and her friends and I are drinking Cristal, smoking cigarettes, dancing on a banquette, when, in the middle of 50 Cent’s “Candy Shop,” Lohan hails her bodyguard, and, giving me a maternal squeeze, hands me over and says, “I think you better put her in a cab.”
That night was so much fun.
Lohan, 18, glittering from the success of Mean Girls, had wrapped Herbie: Fully Loaded the week before and was about to start Just My Luck. Freckled and flame-haired, with that wild front cowlick, she was funny and self-aware, scrappy yet sophisticated, and seriously talented. “I’d seen Freaky Friday maybe seven times,” Meryl Streep, Lohan’s A Prairie Home Companion costar, told W magazine last year. “When they say ‘Action!’ Lindsay is completely, visibly living in front of the camera. She’s in command of the art form. She is a terrific actress. It’s something you could see even when she was little-bitty.”
Like one of her idols, Marilyn Monroe, Lohan has the pull of someone incredibly beautiful and sad. At times during our 2005 interview, she was honest to a fault−so much so that I felt compelled to advise her to take some of what she was telling me off the record. She was adorable, endearing. Besides, I owed her. How often does someone take you in and remind you how it feels to be 18 and not tired and so alive? With the sun sneaking up over the East River, I got home and left my editor a voicemail: “I’ve got two words for you: Freaky Friday.”
Back then I asked Lohan’s mother, Dina, if she worried about her daughter’s late nights out. She had an insanely
logical reply. “Lindsay is so much more protected being a star,” she reasoned. “She’s either being photographed or the
security guy is with her. She gets more supervision than most kids. You know that ad, ‘It’s 10 p.m. Do you know where your children are?’ Well, I know where my daughter is!”
Much has changed over the past two years. Lohan’s hair has been bleached blond; her green eyes have turned gray
beneath colored contact lenses. She now has a driver’s license. And despite the disappointing box office returns of Herbie, Just My Luck, A Prairie Home Companion, Bobby, and Georgia Rule, she’s become ever more sought-after. Her former straggle of babysitting paparazzi, now a mercenary army, follows and fights for the money. Given the mass public’s extortionate
interest in celebrities, there money to be made is major. Lohan is at the top of the pile−the picture of her passed out in the front seat of a car sold for more than $150,000. But hell, these days you can sell a shot of a reality-show reject plugging quarters into parking meter. Stars! They’re Just Like Us!
Yes, I’ve bought the tabloids, too.
Now our girl is in serious trouble. She’s been enabled through countless club nights; toxic relationships; delays on movie sets; hospitalizations for exhaustion, dehydration, a swollen liver, a kidney infection, and an appendectomy; two incidents of missing underwear; four car accidents; two lawsuits; any number of lost opportunities; a pseudo rehabilitation at the ridiculously titled Wonderland Center…all before the age of 21.
elle .com
Lohan on rehab, her narcissism, and why she doesn’t trust anyone: plus photos you won’t see in the magazine
This story was going to begin with the white picket fence some 20 feet away, separating Lindsay Lohan from the sidewalk. The actress, 36 hours from being arrested on suspicion of driving under the influence, was sitting on the patio at the Beverly Hills restaurant the Ivy, with her back to the street. Like Tippi Hedren in The Birds, she lit a cigarette with a steady hand, unaware of what was beginning to happen behind her. The L.A. sun was high and white, bleaching the blue from an empty sky, shrinking Lohan’s pupils to pinpoints, even under the shade of an umbrella. Against this harsh light, first one, then two, three, and four, and another and another, and others, silently gathered along the fence, multiplying in the same small space until all the faces became a faceless mass. Waiting.
Most wore professional cameras. Some held cheap disposables. A few lumpy tourists took aim with their cell phones, eager to shoot the star should she turn around. That morning E! News had plugged the latest T-shirt declaration: leave lindsay a-lohan!
View more photos of Lindsay Lohan
It would be an easy transition from there to what Lohan is wearing and eating and promoting. That’s the way these things go. But there’s the picture, and then there’s the bigger picture. The one in which the camera pulls back to reveal the star smiling, knowing what’s going on behind her back. After all, she picked the restaurant, she picked the table outside. “When I pulled up, there were three paparazzi following me,” Lohan says. “I wanted you to see it. But you weren’t here.” She looks disappointed; as if she were wishing I could have seen the dogs hounding the fox into the safety of this celebrity wildlife refuge, famous for its $33 crab cakes, $13 Ivy gimlets, and big-game photo ops. Now I wouldn’t be able to relay the thrilling awfulness of what she has to survive to get a decent meal. But all is not lost. Lohan brightens: “I can’t wait for you to see what happens when we leave!”
She’s funny when she says this; like a kid with a match, eager to set off the fireworks. And I appreciate her efforts to cast herself in a context. The best stars do. Flashback: the summer of 1995, Savannah, Georgia, a drag-queen bar, 2 a.m. Demi Moore throws an arm across my shoulders: “Do I know how to stage a scene for a journalist or what?” I loved her for it. Let’s be real—the two of us were in collusion. Celebrity journalists are with their subjects, all the time, even as I speak…oh, look, it’s Nicollette Sheridan!
Another flashback. The summer of 2005, New York City, the Marquee Club, 4 a.m. Lohan and her friends and I are drinking Cristal, smoking cigarettes, dancing on a banquette, when, in the middle of 50 Cent’s “Candy Shop,” Lohan hails her bodyguard, and, giving me a maternal squeeze, hands me over and says, “I think you better put her in a cab.”
That night was so much fun.
Lohan, 18, glittering from the success of Mean Girls, had wrapped Herbie: Fully Loaded the week before and was about to start Just My Luck. Freckled and flame-haired, with that wild front cowlick, she was funny and self-aware, scrappy yet sophisticated, and seriously talented. “I’d seen Freaky Friday maybe seven times,” Meryl Streep, Lohan’s A Prairie Home Companion costar, told W magazine last year. “When they say ‘Action!’ Lindsay is completely, visibly living in front of the camera. She’s in command of the art form. She is a terrific actress. It’s something you could see even when she was little-bitty.”
Like one of her idols, Marilyn Monroe, Lohan has the pull of someone incredibly beautiful and sad. At times during our 2005 interview, she was honest to a fault−so much so that I felt compelled to advise her to take some of what she was telling me off the record. She was adorable, endearing. Besides, I owed her. How often does someone take you in and remind you how it feels to be 18 and not tired and so alive? With the sun sneaking up over the East River, I got home and left my editor a voicemail: “I’ve got two words for you: Freaky Friday.”
Back then I asked Lohan’s mother, Dina, if she worried about her daughter’s late nights out. She had an insanely
logical reply. “Lindsay is so much more protected being a star,” she reasoned. “She’s either being photographed or the
security guy is with her. She gets more supervision than most kids. You know that ad, ‘It’s 10 p.m. Do you know where your children are?’ Well, I know where my daughter is!”
Much has changed over the past two years. Lohan’s hair has been bleached blond; her green eyes have turned gray
beneath colored contact lenses. She now has a driver’s license. And despite the disappointing box office returns of Herbie, Just My Luck, A Prairie Home Companion, Bobby, and Georgia Rule, she’s become ever more sought-after. Her former straggle of babysitting paparazzi, now a mercenary army, follows and fights for the money. Given the mass public’s extortionate
interest in celebrities, there money to be made is major. Lohan is at the top of the pile−the picture of her passed out in the front seat of a car sold for more than $150,000. But hell, these days you can sell a shot of a reality-show reject plugging quarters into parking meter. Stars! They’re Just Like Us!
Yes, I’ve bought the tabloids, too.
Now our girl is in serious trouble. She’s been enabled through countless club nights; toxic relationships; delays on movie sets; hospitalizations for exhaustion, dehydration, a swollen liver, a kidney infection, and an appendectomy; two incidents of missing underwear; four car accidents; two lawsuits; any number of lost opportunities; a pseudo rehabilitation at the ridiculously titled Wonderland Center…all before the age of 21.
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