is not wrong ... 
Nope, this is unfortunately not a tribute to Kaamelott and escapades of Sir Perceval. No article gushing about what this God Alexandre Astier. After that (too) long digression, reestablish the link: I speak here of those creatures that I group in the category of "girls tasteless" - hence the title, the hardcore fans will understand that I am referring to the "secret weapon" , Book II, Episode 71. But that is not the issue.
Like many individuals XX chromosome in this world, sometimes I lose my time browsing the pages of Glamour, Elle and other Biba. I particularly appreciate the required dissect our red carpet celebs prefer. It is clear that while some stand out for their class and elegance (Kate Winslet, Dita Von Teese, Cate Blanchett) and their rebellious side (Eva Mendes, Lilly Allen, Gwen Stephani) while others are praised for their style ultra fashion, their dress sense ... But then, quite often this torrent of expressions of praise applies to women I can never remember neither the name nor face, nor the trade - if some one can talk business.
is strange, most of the time we physiognomist said, and I know my memory is very visual. But quote me the name of Miller Klum or impossible to represent me in person, and reduced state concept or coverage of women's magazine. For me, they all look alike, and I mix them up systematically.
Here, at the very moment I write this, I find myself unable to find a long list of names of all the clique of stars. I think especially to girls like Sienna Miller (see photo) Charlize Theron (I had to go and check the "spelling, which shows my lack of consideration for such persons), Kate Hudson, Kate Bosworth, Diane Kruger, or Heidi Klum, but the list is probably much longer.
The reason behind this mini-Alzeihmer is: I find these girls completely and hopelessly bland, devoid of flavor, personality or talent. This may be due to their hair blond Californian peroxides, the emptiness of their vision, their accent or American style. Certainly, but as I say advocates of mediocrity and fashion icons, the sweet name of Heidi Klum meets Germanic consonants. Whatever. It is not enough to be German to escape the curse of the mass pouffisation made in U.S.. to become the barbie lambda changing in Hollywood.
Which brings me to the following question: what did these girls to become famous? Good question I will say it. I am sure readers eager Glamour ladies who rent are no more capable than me to answer. Well I am informed, and without surprise, I discovered they were mannequins, part-time actresses, actors or girlfriends of guys known (as Sienna Miller is known to have been ex Jude Law, mmm ...), what posterity call girls or fans of "Be nice, shut up, do nothing with your life. "Obviously, it is often full of girls to have Dad, who lived a beautiful golden childhood spent in a glass cage, and above all, constructive studies point or trade any less challenging, books, and work is well known, it hurts the head.
O readers do not believe that I feel contempt for what the occupation lasts mannequinnat or for that iconic status of fashion. I am perfectly aware that it is still experiencing great to spend the day with face painting and dress up to go then wiggle on a podium. And then the tour, photos, press conferences, it's so exhausting, not to mention that it's awful, all those looks that arise upon you, you feel so vulnerable ... Either. But I challenge any fashionista to name me not even a single movie in which Heidi Klum has played.
In sum, these lovely ladies renowned boils down to beautiful and expensive clothes and celebrity. What I find deeply distressing. If only they were big whores or drug addicts who are on the cover of tabloids moult, such as Kate Moss (even if that skinny anorexic m "unbearable) or Lindsay Lohan. Their descendants is relegated to the status of the nice girl that everyone loves, and who dresses well, which in itself is debatable ... Talk about a job!
Unfortunately, this category is not limited to magazines, glitter and the home of Uncle Sam How many chicks legs of flies, whose blond hair flayed the retina, we have seen pacing the streets of the Marais or the Boulevard Montparnasse? those dear souls who follow in single file in the arteries of the Latin Quarter scouring the trendiest bars, are at the forefront of fashion, yet they will be the last you will remember in your eventful life. They do not even bother you because, in most cases, their words are like a series of banalities one more futile than others.
But what I find much more frightening in this story is that these girls look like clones, and spread around the world, as if they practiced unbridled sexuality of rabbits. This kind of chicks you can contaminate, they are contagious and spread like wildfire, and we could equate this to one of the many titles in the Star Wars Saga (which I have not seen any film till the end without falling asleep): Attack of the Clones!
In that case, why the hell the girl insipid love so much? For, unlike the average bitch whose booming laugh echoes anything goes, the girl is asked bland, quiet and friendly, qualities leased and admired in these times of crisis where you have to keep a low profile because, you see, is the fashion.
So why not adopt their philosophy? Well simply because I prefer someone who annoys me or moves me to the girl who leaves in my mouth as much taste as rubber salad.
