April 8, 2016 |
Everybody loves Naomi Campbell. If you think you don’t you’re wrong. There is absolutely no excuse, ever, to not love Naomi. She’s like Marmite except you always love her and never hate her. Unless you hate her because you aren’t her. Which is acceptable. Like I was saying, everybody loves Naomi and for good reason – she’s fucking iconic. She’s walked for Azzedine Alaia, Galliano, Lagerfeld and been shot by Helmut Newton, Herb Ritts and Richard Avedon. Just to name a few over the 30 years she’s been in the industry. It would be impossible to know it all. Until now that is. The fiery Campbell is releasing a book filled to the brim with all of her accomplishments over the years. And if that wasn’t good enough already the book itself is a pair of plastic breasts made to mimic the model cast by the master of all perversity, Allen Jones. “It does not attempt to illustrate Naomi, but to encapsulate her” was the word from him. And it certainly does encapsulate something.
But what will the book hold? Perhaps Naomi’s shoutout from Beyonce in ‘Get Me Bodied’. She had all of us walking into the room like Naomi Campbell walk. Or maybe it will be that time she appeared on television to resolve her longstanding feud with Tyra Banks. Or that amazing time she turned up to do community service in a Dolce & Gabbana evening gown. AH-mazing. Naomi is my spirit animal. I must have the book. I will consume it and become Naomi. I will be Naomi Campbell. One day. That day may be far away though so for now I’ll just be accepting donations so I can purchase the new Bible and squeeze its’ plastic bosoms close. Any takers? Congrats Queen Campbell – we salute you for services to fashion. Shouldn’t she get a medal or something? Here’s to 30 more years of strutting and slaying. Slayyyyyyyyy.
Each signed by Campbell herself, 1,000 copies of The Art of Beauty are now available to order at Taschen for $1,750…
