Burak brought this beautiful Canadian model to my attention thinking I might have a thing for her. Who wouldn’t! Kim Cloutier was born in Montreal, Canada in 1987. She was lead to be a model since her father, Michel Cloutier is a fashion photographer. She has modeled for brands such as Victoria’s Secret and Abercrombie, but her best performance came out in the 2009 Sports Illustrated.
Laetitia entered into my world in high school without any warning. The French Goddess was in every magazine imaginable. She was this mature girl who looked magically inexperienced and naive. Besides her large teeth, Leatitia was flawless. She posed in front of native African tribesmen in tiny bikinis and went wild in remote beaches for the Pirelli calendars. She derailed Asterix with her plump lips and perky boobs in the French movie, Asterix & Obelix. France ran after her for Marianne in 1999. She had three children since then and got engaged to the Italian Actor, Stefano Accorsi. Despite all the changes in her personal life, I can’t view Leatita as a wife nor a mother. I might have taken her wall posters off, but I think her legacy will always be stuck in my mind.
I would have never imagined her to turn into the woman she is today when she played the little sister in Home Alone 3.
Since then, Scarlett appeared in numerous movies and became the muse of Woody Allen. This Danish New Yorker is the girl that makes chubby OK. Her flour-white skin, blue eyes, blond hair and perky lips and (obviously) boobs makes her the target of voluptuous male fantasies. Her looks override her weaker points in acting, making her one of the most popular actresses of our time. I guess Woody Allen and Ryan Reynolds are the only ones who could turn this fantasy into reality, one through movies and the other trough matrimony.
No wonder why Danny Boodman T.D. Lemons or in short “1900″ falls in love with this amazing girl who travels on his cruise ship in The Legend of 1900. That is the only movie and the first time I saw Thierry. The French Goddess appears on the other side of a tiny window overlooking the room where 1900 plays the piano for his first recording. Her perkly lips and blue eyes grabs the male ego by the balls. She pauses life once her looks are blended with 1900′s music on the background.
I really don’t know what happened here. Until the most recent episodes of Gossip Girl, Jessica was the “eh, I am not sure” girl in my opinion. Most of my friends also agreed on this comment. Yet, as the episodes progressed, this actress/model from Wisconsin, blossomed into a really attractive girl. Supposedly she started her career at the age of 6 with and ad campaign for Quaker Oats.
I still have difficulty making a strong argument for her attractiveness in the TV show. She has her moments of glamour. But out in the media, at regular city sightings and events, she keeps it going.
Some argue that I am always more fond of the blonds. Against this urban legend, I make a very strong exception with Miranda Kerr. This unbelievably attractive Australian girl was born in 1983 and became famous at the age of 13 after winning a contest held by the children’s magazine, Dolly. Growing in the countryside outside of Sydney, she remembers her childhood in a place where “nobody cared about what you wore”. Considering her looks, I believe she wouldn’t be judged by the clothes anywhere.
Having the pleasure of running into her a few times in Manhattan and seeing her latest photo shoot with GQ, I admit that this girl with the sweetest dimples is one of the most attractive women in my book. With that being said, I despise Orlando Bloom for dating her and thank Victoria’s Secret for all the fashion shows she appeared in.
Workday…time for lunch. The weather is great and it feels good to get outside the office. Stretch the legs a little, shop the store displays with your eyes. What could be better than seeing beautiful girls out on the street, enjoying the sun and the warm weather? Think twice. Being closer to most of the modeling agencies in New York has thought me a lot about these few hand-picked girls that make it to the runways. It is as if they go through a brainwash once they step into the agency. They are thought to never smile again or maybe smile if it is unmistakably necessary. Maybe it is the attitude they impose on themselves. Maybe they deny to look approachable. Maybe they have bad teeth. Maybe they see the regular streets of the city as runways and the pedestrians as the designers or clothing line owners who might pick them for a show or catalogue. The unhappy, extremely serious and tall beautiful girl. It should the plate number for models just like the plate number for an M.D.’s car.
Every guy must have one favorite girl in the whole world. Someone they can never say no to. I guess mine is Charlotte Casiraghi. From a long list of Lindsays, Ivankas, Karolinas, Scarletts and Mary-Kates, in my opinion the Princess of Monaco takes the first place with her beauty and culture. As always a picture is worth a thousand words…
