MODELUST: Raquel Zimmermann

I just read recently in V Magazine that Abbey Lee Kershaw

is the next Super Model.

Hmm... Okay. Upon reading her name I instantly knew who it was (nevermind that

the name was printed over a life-sized glamor shot of the bitch's face but, you get the point.).

I could immediately summon the image of her innocent bone structure masterfully

collected into a sultry pout, the fullest blank gaze you've ever seen. Fine. But I just don't think

that she's SUPER. She's got a face and after Google Imaging her it's clear to see that she's very

versatile in her look... I just don't care too much.

When I look at Freja Beja-Erichsen or Agyness Deyn there's an odd spark, a strange curiosity that flares up inside of me and I want to know their story. They actually bring life to the story the photograph is conveying, they give dimension to a moment utilizing the power of body language. IT'S BRILLIANT. Abbey cute 'n' sheit, but she doesn't take me anywhere really. There's no thrill to her aesthetic appeal. She's just too... commercial. Yes. I said it.

And then there is Raquel Zimmerman. The elegant, brilliant, simple median between the avant garde beauty of the Frejas while waltzing the line of All American Commercial with a capital CLEAN. Most of her shining moments are in the pages of Vogue (see my nigga in action with the actual Freja in the spread "PUNK'D" shot by David Sims- pretty great) where they often give her a full spread, showing off her modeling chops as the chameleon of couture. But what really sets her apart from the others is that so often she is paired with brilliant photographers resulting in every image being JUST.SO.IN.SYNC. Greatness attracts greatness. Yeap. She's a favorite forsure.

ARE YOU DYING? BECAUSE I AM. SHE IS... A BIG FUCKING YE$.

I'm spent...