Showing posts with label Fashion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fashion. Show all posts

Thursday, August 21, 2008

I Was Pondering How To Sell Books--But Then I Got Distracted

I know this is old news, but book marketing plans have been on my mind lately. Here's a tried and true one: get the most photographed woman on the planet to pick up your anti-human tirade/recycling guide-disguised-as-a-diet book in front of the paparazzi!
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It's every publisher's dream, of course. I confess that I was in a B&N soon after I saw this photo and felt compelled to see what Posh was all excited about. I mean, I've always wanted to be a skinny bitch. (All ex-husbands be quiet!) Now, I'm all for loving the planet and eating more veggies, but the best thing about the book was definitely its terrifically hip cover--but that's neither here nor there.

So, yes, I'm addicted to Page Six and occasionally find myself lingering at Gawker.com before I get to work of a morning. But I don't usually post about celebrity stuff.

Then I ran across this picture of Victoria Beckham. Does she or does she not look like she's about to be attacked and eaten by the alien creature sewn to her breasts?!

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About twenty times on last season's Project Runway, contestants invoked her name (she was even a judge) and people keep referring to her as a "style icon." I'm sorry. I just don't see it.

Here's what she wears to little Royston's soccer practice.

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And she seems to like fluttery, feathery things.

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One has to admire her chutzpah at wearing a bathrobe to Project Runway! (I'm just going to have to pretend I didn't notice Heidi's YELLOW PUMPS.)


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Colorforms are fun!!!!!



To be fair, there really are moments when she shows terribly good taste--



Um...


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Oh, wait!
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And because I have watched many seasons of America's Next Top Model, I know that this is an editorial magazine shot--not an actual shopping-on-Rodeo-Drive ensemble. But do you think Marc Jacobs was mad at her that day?


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Do you think this will ruin my chances of Mrs. Beckham picking up one of my books? And, oh, the Mrs. part reminds me....



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Now, wasn't that worth scrolling down for?