When you’re 29 years old and you’ve been strutting your stuff for the better part of the last decade, sooner or later you come face to face with the fickle nature of the modeling industry and its preference for the, er, fresher-faced. Enter model/actress Angela Lindvall, who we caught up with yesterday. “I don’t give a shit about the shows,” she said with bracing frankness. (Hey, you can take the girl out of Oklahoma…) “Don’t get me wrong, I love Paris and that’s why I’m here. But half the people don’t want me anymore because I’m not 12. The shows that you see me in this week are the ones that stay loyal to me, and that’s what’s important right now.” If you ask us, Lindvall has a point: We’re already on record saying that the girls these days don’t quite carry off the clothes the way they used to.
Last summer, when the Carla Bruni album “No Promises” was released on iTunes, we compiled a list of previous records by models-turned-musicians. Now, as the LP gets its official domestic release on good old-fashioned CD, we thought we’d return to Ms. Bruni’s lite ‘n’ literary chansons to see if they’ve stood the test of time—they have—and also to note that as far as we can determine, there are no previous records by models-turned-musicians-turned-wives of heads of state (unless—and this is a stretch—you include Hillary Clinton on the basis of her Wellesley-era featurette in “Time” and the audio book “It Takes a Village”). So: Way to set a precedent, Mme Sarkozy! Corrections welcome, and in the meantime—it’s your move, Irina.
Though some models skip London altogether, using the week to recover from New York and get ready for Milan, Anouck Lepère has been on the scene (the fact that her boyfriend, Jefferson Hack, is based here helps). And this despite the fact that she initially said she was only doing the Earth Pledge show this season. “London is a lot more relaxed, much less commercial than the New York shows,” she said when we caught up with her at the Harrods party for Bamford last night. “We can all get together and just have a good time. And the shows are so much fun—some of them are just like art installations.” Though guests such as Philip Treacy and Dan Macmillan lingered, Lepère, ever the professional, was getting ready to go, as she was walking in the Gareth Pugh show the next day—she just popped in to visit her friend Camilla Al Fayed.
Hippie chicks ruled the Anna Sui runway on Wednesday, but another kind of radical chic was in the air backstage after the show. Sarah Sophie Flicker had shown up to cheer on her Citizens Band cohort Karen Elson, and naturally—given that Flicker was proudly wearing an Obama pin—talk between the two friends quickly turned to the previous night’s primary results. “After fashion week is over, we really have to figure out how to get out there and make something happen,” Flicker exhorted Elson, before dashing back to the photo shoot from whence she’d come. “You know, back in England,” Elson said later, “my brother indoctrinated me into Labor Party politics when I was just a kid. But I have to give Sarah Sophie credit for getting me into American politics. I’m so fascinated by this election, I really am.” Elson confessed that she’s not as annoyed with her adopted city of Nashville as Flicker thinks she is. “I’m not mad at Nashville for going for Hillary, not at all. I mean, I love Obama, don’t get me wrong, but Hillary’s pretty great, too. Frankly, I don’t care who wins the election—as long as it’s a Democrat.”
Meet Alice Burdeu, the newest rising star of the modeling world. The delicate-looking Aussie redhead flew in for her first fashion week thinking she’d get booked for some of the hip, smaller shows. She did. Then she got booked for Proenza Schouler. Now we hear the people at Marc Jacobs are asking about her. Of course, nothing is confirmed until tonight, but with a winning streak like that, we’ll be watching the European catwalks carefully.