Showing posts with label Glossy Review. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Glossy Review. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Mags: Vogue going nude (warning: some nudity)

Glossy Review

"After just reading Vogue, can I say I'm completely fed up with topless and generally half naked models in fashion magazines," writes Louise in response to the magazine's November issue. "It might have been arty 15 years ago, but it is extremely tired now, and very distracting. I buy fashion magazines to look at CLOTHES, styled and photographed in interesting ways, not to gawk at a teenage girls' nipples."

It does appear that Vogue Australia is turning a little risque when it comes to photoshoots of late (no blackface, mind), having given us Catherine McNeil and Abbey Lee Kershaw's nipples in the September anniversary issue and two topless models (Egle Tvirbutaite and Pania Rose) and a chesty Catherine McNeil this issue. Usually the reserve of "edgier" indie titles like Purple (also showcasing a clothes-free Abbey Lee, albeit in a more soft-porn way, right now) and RUSSH, but a mainstay in Carine Roitfeld's version of Vogue, is the nudie shot to become a Vogue Australia mainstay?

Patty Huntington of Frockwriter wrote of Vogue's Abbey Lee/Catherine McNeil shoot back in August: "You could count the number of times Vogue Australia has published arty images of bare breasts on one hand. Most likely, several fingers. It's a beautiful editorial and one that Vogue's critics, who accuse the mag of being staid, boring and useless, might well hope signals a gutsy new direction."

Now, I'm about as "arty" as a pack of Crayolas. When I hear "Michelangelo" the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles theme song comes to mind. But I've always thought it quite odd that fashion magazines – who aim to sell us the pretty clothes on their pages (or, at least, the idea of us wearing the pretty clothes on their pages) – should feature models WITHOUT clothes. I'm also perplexed by the notion that nudity = edginess in 2009.

While the Abbey/Catherine shoot (sans nipple rings) by Greg Kadel smacked a bit too much of Lolita-esque sexual fantasy for my prudish liking, the black-and-white studio shots of Pania in various states of denim undress (think Kate Moss for Calvin Klein) by Nicole Bentley are undoubtedly tasteful. They accompany a beauty story about the success and wholesome lifestyle habits of the model herself, so the shots seem fitting.

The other bare breasts this issue fall within the 'From Dusk 'Til Dawn' editorial shot by William Davidson. One picture sees the model obscuring her chest with her arms, while in another she crawls away from the camera wearing a Louis Vuitton skirt and boots... but no top. Catherine McNeil, who has mysteriously disappeared from the runways, appears in a series of shots wearing strands of pearls, a denim jacket and not much else. Her substantial breasts (in model terms) are amazing. So, is nude the new black?

Given their context, I'm really not offended by the nude or half-nude images. Because these are undoubtedly designed for – and to be appreciated by – the female gaze, and not for men. Which is rather refreshing. Though the September issue Abbey Lee/Catherine McNeil shoot gained publicity for being quite provocative (references to Catherine's sexuality pervaded coverage), the results this issue – probably because the girls pose solo – are less offensive to my relatively conservative sensibility.

Catherine McNeil's breasts are quite the canvas for the pearls she wears, while Pania is a lithesome figure with the small, pert breasts common to most catwalk models. At least there's a little body shape diversity happening here, which is not happening elsewhere – mostly it's giant inflated boobs on lads' mags or itty-bitty boobies on the pages of indie mags with little to no in between (though real boobs do often make their way into marie claire and Glamour to illustrate body image stories and the like).

I'm not convinced that going nude is a necessary step for Vogue Australia in its post-50th-anniversary incarnation. Like Louise, I still like my fashion models with clothes on; not to mention such images make it hard to read on the bus. But if you want to see arty-farty photography (which is apparently synonymous with the nude) without overtly sexual overtones, Vogue appears to have hit the right note. Compared to the front-of-book Eva Mendes Calvin Klein ads which undermine this sentiment, Vogue's bare breasts are almost bourgeois.

The good bits:

- 'In Vogue' always serves as a satisfying entree each issue, with its organised scrapbook feel, breakout boxes and short stories. I enjoyed reading about Melbourne designer Stephanie Downey of Dress Up, though it would have been nice to see her allocated more page space (Alberta Ferretti gets a full page; Miuccia Prada and her brand developments are celebrated over 10 pages, but such is the Vogue pecking order). I would still love to see Vogue embrace our young designers.

- Tim Blanks' paean to London fashion is a cut-out-and-keep piece of fashion journalism, with its historical context, pop culture references and astute analysis.

- Claire Brayford breaks down the couture collections over six pages, taking in Chanel, Givenchy, Christian Dior, Christian Lacroix, Jean Paul Gaultier, Valentino and Armani Prive. The post-GFC fashion fantasy continues, though Brayford concludes her piece on Lacroix as such: "At the finale, everyone rose to their feet, but unless a fashion fairy godmother can be found, none of these pieces will ever be made."

- 'Bon Voyage' is a four-page, pic-heavy feature profiling the holiday habits of five glamorous women: fashion designer Laurence Pasquier, stylist Yasmin Sewell, Elle boutique buyer Natasha Marshall Donnelly, designer Sheree Commerford and Mulberry creative director Emma Hill. Oh, to live the lush life. Can't see myself disembarking circa Naples, Croatia or Saint-Tropez anytime soon, but a girl can dream.

- Zimmermann goes to the Big Apple (rather than Miami) to sell its new swim collection and Vogue goes along for the ride. "Despite the shabby economy, the Sydney-based label's business grew 25 per cent last year," writes Felicity Loughrey. And the goodie bags for buyers and journalists in attendance sound fabulous: "There's a slinky Zimmermann dress, sunscreen and a beach read, an Australian literary classic."

- Jessica Boyce writes 'For the love of money', which explores the role and management of money in relationships. I found this extremely timely given Husband and I - a good two years into marriage - are finally considering a joint bank account. It was with a child on the way that Boyce and her husband decided to consolidate, which resulted in the kind of spending disclosure that can drive couples apart. "The whole situation made me feel terribly powerless," she writes of her allowance. "I was working harder than ever, earning more than ever, but after years and years of independence I suddenly felt like a kid dependent on a censorious adult for pocket money." After considerable teething problems with this new area of relational honesty, and dealing with her husband's retrenchment, Boyce writes: "It took him losing his job for me to realise that whatever money comes into our household needs to be shared between us. By spending without respect for our mutual goals, I was short-changing myself as much as him." Ah. Lightbulb.

- 'Vogue Talks' is a treat this month, with detailed profiles of singers Lisa Mitchell, Kate Miller Heidke and Gin Wigmore opening the section over three pages. All wonderful and inspiring women. Instant lift! A few pages on, Kate Atkinson looks at the musical muses of designers. The section is rich with cultural news and reviews; always a pleasure to digest over afternoon tea. I'm likely to take a Vogue recommendation all the way to the book store/movies/theatre.

- 'The pursuit of happiness', which asks seven women about their idea of contentment, is a reminder that even gorgeous, successful women have their down days and that happiness is relative to your ability to roll with the punches and look on the bright side. Of course, spending time with the family seems to trump morning meetings at the office in the 'what makes you happy?' stakes.

- I find articles such as 'Body language' to be quite helpful in the sense that they inform us about the lifestyle habits of real women rather than focusing on the latest fleeting diet/exercise trend. The women are always slim and gorgeous, but aspiration is in the Vogue blood. Here, we learn about the daily diets, snacking secrets, exercise routines and beauty treatments of four women, including lovely GWAS sponsor Abigail White of Abi and Joseph.

- Beauty editor Sigourney Cantelo gives us her amusing take on signing up for a 40-day yoga revolution. I like this bit: "Towards the end of the class we hold the half-pigeon pose...for at least 15 breaths. The aim is to open your hips and loosen tight glutes but it's absolute torture for desk-bound cubicle rats like me."

The not-so-good bits:

- I am a fan of Cleo Glyde's writing, but 'Plug into life' seems sort of redundant and inapplicable. Yes, technology is impacting our health and lifestyles and happiness but unlike the women in the piece who choose to eschew it, some of us just have to deal. It seems a bit far-fetched to suggest that we all live like Glyde's friend who "when not doing breathing work therapy on Bondi Beach, spends a great part of her life unmoored in the wilderness or embracing primitive skills, re-learning ancestral knowledge like making fire, hunting by bow and arrow, and navigating by the sky." Glyde concedes this is terribly romantic, but I would have preferred to read about women who have found a healthy balance between technology and 'real life' rather than the extremities (like the ladies in 'Body Language').

- More research telling us to stay off the sugar, this time because you may pass your penchant for Paddle Pops (Vogue editor Kirstie Clements is a fan, by the way – she tells us in her editor's letter) down to your children and grandchildren. Hence, more guilt with your next chocolate fix. Thankfully, it's not all bad news: "Those with a sweet tooth will be relieved to know that the occasional creme brulee won't have a huge effect, as our bodies have coping mechanisms to deal with high glucose."

Pretty pages:

- Elyse Taylor looks stunning on the cover, of course. Pass me a red lippie.

- Kirstie Clements writes that she wants "every single item" in this month's Vogue View spread. Me, too! Jessica Stam and Carmen Kass feature amongst an abundance of new-season bikinis, sunglasses, sandals, bags, hats and tops, setting the scene for summer shopping.

- Used to be that you were a pearl girl or a diamond girl. Vogue encourages investment in a diverse jewellery portfolio. The Fairfax & Roberts white and rose gold brooch set with opal, pink sapphires and diamonds = $57,000. Safer than the stockmarket.

- Hong Kong-born Aussie model Rachel Rutt is gorgeous but looks about 14 years old next to Elyse Taylor in 'Blue Mood' (a fresh location editorial set against a backdrop of blue skies and ocean). Okay, she's 17. But I like my Vogue models to have a little age behind them. Props to Vogue for championing the Aussie model this issue.

- 'Field of dreams' takes us back to the studio with ornate high-end ensembles shot by Dan Jackson.

- Take a walk through London hotel The Dorchester, which served as the location for the magazine's Cate Blanchett anniversary cover sitting.

Glossy stats: 250 pages; November 2009; $7.95
Glossy ads: IDORE d'ARMANI, Estee Lauder, Louis Vuitton, Prada Eyewear, Tiffany & Co., Elizabeth Arden, CK Jeans, Omega, Lancome
Blosses: Kirstie Clements; News Magazines
Website: www.vogue.com.au

Yours truly,
Girl With a Satchel

Monday, October 12, 2009

Mags: Glossip Report Card (Famous)


Yours truly,
Girl With a Satchel

Thursday, October 8, 2009

Mags: Hey, Hey, It's Harper's BAZAAR!

Glossy Review

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Media project that’s copped criticism this week: Harper’s BAZAAR Australia has been having a bit of a rough time of it over at The Fashion Spot. Apparently, Jennifer Hawkins isn’t a favourite, nor are crazily distracting cover fonts.

So I’m going to be the voice of dissent and admit I like it. Brushing aside the fact that it’s a convenient advertiser-pleaser (Myer and Tiffany & Co. covered in just one shot!), Harper’s has created a quintessentially Aussie image.

Some may argue it’s as 80s-anachronistic as the jokes at Hey Hey, but, nonetheless, it’s a welcome departure from the staid images of Hollywood celebrities we’ve come to accept (and endured on last month’s cover – for a reminder, see Edwina McCann’s editor’s letter, in which she has featured stills of Jennifer Aniston discussing said cover on The Ellen DeGeneres Show – way to go with generating international publicity!).

I can’t see too many Aussie girls donning a Balmain jacket for a day at the beach, but herein lies the beauty – not overly contrived or too up-itself fashiony, the bikini, wetsuit pants and the statement blazer (the most oft-referenced item at Australian Fashion Week) ensemble, along with the piling on of jewellery in an Elle Macpherson fashion and Hawkins’ toned abs, is part fantasy, part do-able reality. It’s a juxtaposition I love in fashion styling.

As for the SunSation font? I’m not so troubled by it. More worrying is the tabloidy ‘Exclusive: My heartbreak by Sarah Murdoch’ coverline. Ick. The ‘Finally! TOPSHOP is here’ coverline suggests that Harper’s is more interested in girls who shop on Saturdays (and lunch breaks, and Thursday nights) than ladies who lunch or setting the style agenda. Downmarket? Maybe. But if Harper’s wants to be the monthly complement to ACP’s weekly Grazia (no coincidence they’re both overseen by the same editor-in-chief), it may just be doing the trick. Provided you’re prepared to pay for 130 pages of advertising and advertorials when you depart with your $7.95.

The good bits:

- Now this is different: Jennifer Hawkins is usurped in the cover story by the Balmain jacket! Carrie Fisher is asked to don said jacket, “the visual equivalent of a gay elf sitting on your shoulder and singing the national anthem at a decibel level generally found at a Metallica concert”, and write home about it. The result is a self-deprecating trip into fashion’s no-man’s-land.

- Sarah Murdoch can do no wrong. She’s a supermodel saint. She writes about her show Sarah Murdoch Presents Pride of Australia, through which she’s befriended little Caleb who has had both his eyes removed because of cancer. She says, “Times are tough and people want uplifting stories, and in a country as tough as Australia, where people in the middle of nowhere have to do incredible things to survive, there’s something really unique about our heroes.”

- The little piece on Diane Pernet of ashadedviewonfashion and the two-page piece on photographer Sam Haskins, replete with some of his images.

- ‘Ten Obsessions’. Simple and effective, I like this two-page, mixed lolly bag assortment of fashion, people and pop culture picks. It’s sort of like Playlist (me = narcissist)! This month, Katrina Israel surveys cool fashion people for their current obsessions.

- Though I enjoy reading profiles of fashiony people, like Sarah Ingham, they often leave me feeling less-than… She has a cliff-top home, a walk-through wardrobe, three kids and a baby on the way (not in order of importance, of course!). Can’t begrudge a gal her good fortune. More fairytale life escapism = Silvia Venturini Fendi in ‘BAZAAR Living’.

- Sarah Bailey’s profile of Elsa Peretti, “Halston’s premier gal pal, darling of Andy Warhol’s Interview magazine, mentored like a little sister by Harper’s BAZAAR fashion editor Diana Vreeland… designer at Tiffany & Co.”. I do like biographical pieces.

- Susie Berge writing about the Ballet Russes and Mandy Chang’s ABC documentary on the troupe, A Thousand Encores: the Ballet Russes in Australia.

- Charlotte Gainsbourgh is always a welcome addition to a fash mag, though perhaps a little over-celebrated. She has a new film coming out in November (any excuse!).

- Perez Hilton recently quipped that when he’s in doubt he thinks, “What would Madonna do?”. This issue Eugenie Kelly asks the same thing in “Get me a Guru”. Of course, the idea that “celebrities are the new gods” rails against my personal beliefs, but I can understand why they might be beacons of hope for some.

- Kelly also flies to Marajo, a Brazilian island “about one-trillion frequent flyer points away from magazine land” to discuss ethical product ingredients with Kielh’s scientists.

The not-so-good bits:

- Josh Goot in a straight jacket (aka Messini Disimor suit). I get that ‘BAZAAR Portrait’ is about experimental photography celebrating our best designers, but in terms of reader value, I’m not so sure.

- More on Michelle Obama’s fashion icon status and fondness for J. Crew and Jason Wu? I feel I’ve read it all before. However, we helpfully learn that “she’s broad-hipped and carries her weight in her thighs. But for Michelle Obama, even not looking good is a deliberate decision.”

- Clearly, November is jewellery month in glossy land. Like this month’s Vogue Australia, Harper’s has also run a shiny, happy jewellery special (15 whole pages, plus ads throughout!) to draw in those equally shiny advertising dollars. Ka-ching! Boring!

- Harper’s devotes four fawning pages to ‘Topshop-ping’ on the eve of the label’s debut in Aussie store Incu, which is great news for Sydneysiders and visitors; not so much for other Aussie girls who’ll continue to just buy online. Does online negate the need for physical Topshop stores here, I wonder? Cute styling.

- Former Girlfriend model search winner Sarah Stephens in the nude wearing Terry Biviano heels gives me a touch of motherly concern (why are all these girls – Abbey Lee, Catherine McNeil, Sarah... getting their gear off all of a sudden?). The nude part steals away from the shoes part. Distracting.

- Those sneaky ‘BAZAAR List’ pages masquerading as editorial.

Pretty pages:

- Several single-page fashion trend “stories” (being headline + sell line + fashion credits) pepper the book, adding a dash of still-life flash and lightening the pace.

- Beauty opens with an amazing shot of Pania Rose in a black bikini and follows with three genetically gifted swimsuit models (Cheyenne Tozzi, Lara Bingle, Jessica Hart) exposing their taut midriffs and beauty/diet/exercise/fashion secrets.

- ‘Smash Hits’ is a little Lady GaGa meets quirky Annie Hall. I like smiley models.

- ‘Born in the USA’, styled by Claudia Navone, is all Ralph Lauren paired with Paspaley pearls. Happy, happy advertisers. Love the styling but is it so hard to pair Ralph Lauren with Ralph Lauren?

- ‘Cool’, styled by Christine Centenera, is, um, cool. Features a boat-bound model in Aussie labels Bassike, Zimmermann, Therese Rawsthorne, Jets, Ellery and Kirrily Johnston worked back with bits from Chanel and Alexander Wang.

- The in-house ad for Grazia magazine is very cute!

Blosses: Edwina McCann; ACP Magazines/PBL Media

Glossy ads: Chanel, Estee Lauder, Prada Eyewear, Louis Vuitton, Dior lipstick, Alberta Firetti perfume, Giorgio Armani foundation, Rolex, Paspaley

Glossy stats: November 2009; 244 pages; $7.95

Glossy rating: 3 – with more than half the book devoted to advertising and advertorial, you’re not getting a lot of bang for your buck, so it’ll be the styling and curiosity factor you’ll be sacrificing your $7.95 for.

Yours truly,

Girl With a Satchel


Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Mags: Little black books

You know the kind of friend you meet up with for coffee once in a while only to come away feeling dejected, anxious and down on yourself EVERY time you do, which leads you to question why you bother, but because you have the memory of a goldfish or believe they might change their awfulizing ways, you keep going back for more? Well, right now, a few too many glossy magazines are the personification of that friend.

To wit, last night I read marie claire's November issue and UK ELLE's October issue, and both left me feeling dark and deflated. I had two Tim Tams, meditated and delved into my Bible to anesthetise my angst. And I still woke up with a depression hangover. I'm getting anxious just thinking about writing this.

It's not all the fault of the glossies, of course, as they're essentially a reflection of the feminine Zeitgeist. And said Zeitgeist is apparently not in a happy place. But it has made me wonder about the role the glossies play in creating this culture of woe-is-us doom, and why more of them don't do more to uplift the spirits of their readers. Reality is one thing, and sharing in our suffering can be a comfort, but could we possibly be pulled out of this rut with a little positive reinforcement rather than perpetuating the idea that life sucks?

Both magazines feature the results of reader surveys. ELLE's are accompanied by the headline, "Heaven Knows We're Miserable Now..." and reveal that in the past six months 70% of readers have felt unhappy, 63% have suffered low self-esteem, 61% have felt unappreciated and 59% have felt lonely. These results are supported by more statistics which reveal anxiety disorders are on the rise, binge drinking is a major problem and happy pill prescriptions are up. Writer Sally Brampton, who herself suffers depression, addresses the causes of the issues (the happiness myth; the perfection myth; living a lie; loneliness; comparison syndrome; negative self-talk; great expectations; choice paralysis) and even provides solutions, including telling our inner critics to shut-up, counting our blessings and helping others. But all this positive sentiment is overwhelmingly drowned out (even contradicted) by the magazine's other content (talk about 'Little Black Books'!), including:

- images of super-skinny catwalk models;
- fashion you can't afford and trends you need now;
- Celia Walden's opinion piece, 'Why can't we strop drinking?', which addresses the binge drinking issue that pervades British society but takes a non-judgemental, sympathetic stance;
- Susie Boyt's piece on 'Comfort Shopping', which is a small comfort, but essentially glosses over our need for it;
- the profile of bad-boy Pete Doherty, 'This Charming Man', through which we get a sense of his immense talent matched by his immense capacity for self-destruction;
- 'Murder On The Dance Floor' by 'anonymous', a tale of one party girl's antics, AA experience, and subsequent estrangement from her mum and dad (she eventually reconciles);
- Lily Allen, whose wise-girl lyrics are full of hearty cynicism and is deeply insecure despite her stratospheric success;
- 'Living with the enemy' which pits us against the sun and our hormones in the ageing, pigmentation and acne war;
- 'inch-loss treatments' promising to help us slim down quickly;
- and ads like the one for Maybelline's new Pulse Perfection mascara ("transform each lash to perfection").

There are some fun fashiony articles in this London Fashion Week special which momentarily uplift the spirits (see the Lily Cole 'beauty lowdown', 'ELLE's London Little Black Book', Lorraine Candy's Christopher Kane profile, fashion historian Caryn Franklin's extended CV, Christopher Bailey's culture picks and John Galliano's 'London Pride'), but I'm still left feeling as bleary as a rainy London day.

In response to Marie Claire's 'What Women Want' survey results, anonymous writes: "I found the Marie Claire survey results rather depressing. I think society puts a lot of pressure on women in terms of having the 'ideal' body, work life and home life, while it just lets men be whoever they want to be. Not fair. Also, I do find the survey results rather redundant and not very empowering. I mean, why didn't Marie Claire ask women about what social practices or tools would/does make their life better? It would be a more constructive and interesting read, rather than "most women feel under pressure". Well, no kidding, Sherlock – we already knew that!"

It's a sentiment I share. marie claire is obviously a hot seller, and it's esteemed for its worldly ways, but by golly it's a downer to read. The 'What Women Wants' pages overwhelm us with statistics and quotes from women who are tapped into the Zeitgeist, while Libbi Gorr writes 'Love Vs Career', which suggests we're returning to 1950s values when it comes to marriage and relationships and warns single women over the age of 35 that their chances of partnering up are "slim". Choosing your career can mean missing the relationship boat, so don't be too picky or you might find yourself single AND childless with rotten egg(s) on your face. We're also confronted by pages of naked headless women (be wary if reading on public transport!) who talk about their body image, which is never a particularly positive topic. 'The Age Of Anxiety' introduces us to three women from the same family, the youngest who feels pressure to reach a high standard of living.

Between the Reese Witherspoon cover and SK-II back cover, you'll also find:
- the harrowing story of Jaycee Lee Dugard, 'How did the authorities miss this?';
- 'Viva la Divas', a photographic spread of fierce femmes of the music world;
- a world report on the trend for hiring fake people to populate your life's events in Japan, which as a society based on the idea of saving face is suffering deeply behind closed doors;
- a feature on the Brad/Ange/Jennifer saga by Shane Watson which concludes: "It's the story of all our lives, only bigger, faster and more picturesque."
- 'The Widow of Wall Street', the story of Ruth Madoff, who's on New York's "most hated list" after her husband was convicted of financial fraud and estranged from most of her family;
- 'Who is Monica Mayhem?', which introduces us to an Aussie porn star who found confidence in being told she was beautiful on set and warns aspiring porn stars to "think about the future and your relationship with your friends and family";
- 'Inside Rehab', one recovered drug addict's inside story of losing herself and her family's trust;
- 'Body Beautiful', a swimsuit spread which takes its cue from the '80s and looks not unlike the Jennifer Hawkins cover of Harper's BAZAAR;
- pages of gorgeous, 'show stopping' models;
- 'Save Your Skin - 3 ways to look younger for longer';
- and the life story of 'Notorious B.I.G. Bay Boy of Rap' to close the issue.

Again, there are moments of light (quite literally in 'How to be a shooting star', which suggests you use a flash during the daytime to create more flattering photos), including pages of pretty bikinis and smiley models, but they're eclipsed by the darker side of editorial.

While the likes of Glamour, O The Oprah Magazine and other distinctly more positive titles* are gifting us with positively spun editorials, other mags could do better to lift their game in the spirit of generosity and female solidarity. Like the friend who's a constant bummer, readers might start to turn away if they start sensing things aren't going to get better.

We all know life isn't always going to be rosy. But there is always a silver lining. Perhaps if more mainstream women's glossies started celebrating people leading good lives, encouraged us to look at the bright side and count our blessings and stopped dwelling on depressing statistics that tell us we're a bunch of sad sacks, things would start to look up from the newsstand? And I could get back to 'finding the good in gloss'. Or is it the point of women's mags to make us feel so bummed that we go to the shops to soothe our spirits with the lovely things they advertise from their pages?

Glossy rating: 2 for both. "Preserve your self-esteem and buy a sweet treat instead."

*Please do weigh in with your "positive title" suggestions!

Yours truly,
Girl With a Satchel

Monday, October 5, 2009

GWAS Glossip Report Card: New Idea



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Girl With a Satchel

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Mags: Glossip Report Card (Famous)

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Girl With a Satchel