Every Fashion Week starts off with a show dedicated to the Fashion for Relief charity. It’s a way of the fashion world saying, we get it, we’re kind of expensive and useless but, hey, we’ve got a good heart. Fair enough. Especially fair when celebrities like Jourdan Dunn and Pixie Lott agree to model some wares that bare their long alluring legs for the general public and gentleman oglers. They have some might fine gams between the two of these fetching charitable givers.
As always, Fashion Week is a blend of the pompous and excessive and the wicked hot women that make that all okay. Outside of perhaps the major Hollywood awards shows, nobody brings out the gaggle of A-list hotties quite like haute couture. For that, it is forgiven. Without that, it’s just the loud party you call the cop on because you weren’t invited and their music sucks. Oh, how sexy women do change every equation. Enjoy.
Photo Credit: INF
I think it’s pretty clear you don’t need undergarments to sell shoes. And if you’re paying one of the highest paid super models in the world to pimp your footwear, you definitely don’t want her cluttering up her look with a bra. Oh, no, these sandals and pumps need to be moved off the shelves.
Hence, the gloriously Brazilian hot Gisele Bundchen barely covered up top pushing the heels and flats. I’m not as into the shoes as much as some of the next guys who like to wear masks and cuffs, but I do respect a fine lady in killer heels. Also, I respect pretty much Gisele does and would let her walk all over me, shoes or barefoot more than acceptable. This is no low-end pimping campaign. This is Mario Testino shooting Gisele Bundchen. I bet these shoes cost more than my Payless faux Crocs. You’re worth it, Gisele. Enjoy.
Photo Credit: Mario Testino For Stuart Weitzman
Charlotte McKinney has suddenly become all the rage in bodaciously stacked hot blonde pinup models. Thanks to her Carl’s Jr. Super Bowl ad, everybody wants a piece of Charlotte. Technically, I want eleven pieces, the details of which shall appear in my memoirs in the addendum section. With her new found fame, photographers who shot Charlotte prior to her new found fame. And, oh, how some did shoot her.
In these never before published pictures of Charlotte McKinney, photographer Troy Huynh shows us how Charlotte was truly a bombshell in the waiting, just counting the moments until such time as she would explode in boobtastic hot splendor on the visual wonderment scene. That’s a whole lot of metaphor. Charlotte’s a whole of woman. Check out these photos and see if you don’t notice the huge potentials Charlotte has always carried with her. Enjoy.
Photo Credit: Troy Huynh/Coleman-Rayner
The lovely Candice Swanepoel used her considerable talents to do this denim-centric photo shoot. All the proceeds from the sale of her denim line go to fighting HIV, which is using your hotness powers for good. The first thing you notice in the pics with her in short shorts is her redonkulously hot legs. Seriously, those gams go on for miles, as a 1940′s private eye might say. Candice has one of those classic tall model bodies that makes life worth living. But let’s not forget about those ta-tas. In one pic she is only wearing a pair of jeans and you get a nice eyeball full of her sideboobage. Candice’s funbags are a work of art. They are the perfect median between too big to hold and the itty bitty titty committee. Are they, perhaps, the most perfect set of sweater hams under God’s heavens? They darn well could be.
I do like a girl in a pair of short cut-off denim shorts. Maybe it’s because I had my sexual awakening as a little boy in the early 80′s to Daisy Duke on the Dukes of Hazard.
Photo Credit: Mother Denim Line
I’m a big Ali Michael fan. Now, I know many of you don’t regularly read your Vogue and Elle and such magazines. Leave that to me. To see brunette hottie models rise through the ranks like Ali Michael to become the big shizz, especially as one of the rare phenomenons of American born international fashion models. Ali reached a nice distinction posing in pasties for Marc Jacobs. That is a distinction of some professional manner, though naturally, not quite as important to our ogling needs here as say, Ali Michael topless sextastic in a black and white photoshoot from Chadwick Tyler, revealing the full breadth of her talents.
Does this make me better than Marc Jacobs? No, just a superior designer. Enjoy.
Photo Credit: Marc Jacobs
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The delectable crumpet known as Rosie Huntington-Whiteley was very naughty indeed when she sported a lacy slip to the launch of her new perfume “Rosie for Autograph”. I’ll admit a personal predilection for silky slips. I don’t know why but they are my favorite piece of old-timey underwear. Maybe it’s because they reveal just enough to be titillating, like Rosie’s impeccable funbags and her perfect legs, to tease without giving too much away. Rosie is one of my favorite professional hot people. I just think she’s hotter than an August noon. I don’t know what this perfume smells like but if it is somehow the bottled essence of Rosie I’m going to bathe in this crap.
She isn’t wearing a bra and I’m going to choose to believe she isn’t wearing anything downstairs either. That makes me happy in my pants.
Photo Credit: FameFlynet/PacificCoastNews/Marks&Spencer
Who said fashion week was good for nothing? Okay, I am the one who usually says that, but inevitably something pops up that changes my mind. Or pops out. Like Kendall Jenner nipples poking commando through her gray top which I’m sure costs a fortune but we’ll never know why. That’s called fashion.
Kendall was running to and fro through the streets of Paris over the weekend shopping and sightseeing and being seen and naturally preparing herself for whatever difficult role awaits her on the catwalk. Distant gazing and all. But she seems pretty excited by the entire milieu of the City of Light, her headlights bursting through like a seasoned ambitious model. Did you really think I’d let me distaste of haute couture cause me to miss Kendall Jenner nipples? Nay, monsieur. Nay. Enjoy.
Photo Credit: AKM-GSI