Grace Jones - V Magazine - Spring 2009

Photographed by Jean Paul Goude.

S: simplylovely, models.com

NYT: Women's Fall Fashion 2008

I always look forward to the fashion supplements in the New York Times. They've done a pretty good job in the past picking out key pieces from each season's collections, usually use a more diverse array of models that typical fashion magazines, and have much better articles. 

The Fall fashion report is pretty decent. I always love reading Chandler Burr's perfume pieces and there are a few other humorous articles too, like the one on the volume trend in garments and how impractical manufactured girth is for the average consumer. 

There's also a spread featuring clothing that the magazine thinks offers a great look at a great price that left me scratching my head. I have rich friends and poor friends alike. None of them would think that $845 for a blouse is a deal.

There is a spread photographed by Jean-Baptiste Mondino featuring dark skinned beauty Adama Diallo but the high point of the issue for me is this homage to Grace Jones. Her name has been popping up a lot lately. I hope we get to see more of her in the coming months.

New Grace Jones Video - Corporate Cannibal

I just love her.

Grace Jones for UNIQUE Models

I think I mentioned before on this blog how it took me a decade to realize how truly revolutionary and beautiful Grace Jones is so I won't go into it again but these recent photos of her are just extraordinary. She just exudes confidence with a touch of kink. I've read elsewhere that she's planning on going back into the studio to record another album and I don't know if I'm more excited about that or the possibility of her releasing a few more mind blowing music videos to go with it.

Source: Unique Models

Style Icon: Grace Jones

"I'm not perfect, but I'm perfect for you," she sang—and there was no denying Grace Jones (real last name: Mendoza). Her forceful presence and intimidating, angular beauty (you could lacerate yourself on those cheekbones) propelled her out of Jamaica and into the New York underground at breakneck speed. She performed at Studio 54 and became known as Queen of the Gay Discos, and not just because of catchy and surprisingly durable hits like "I Need a Man." Her unique persona—overtly sexual yet deliberately androgynous—inspired both Andy Warhol, who painted her portrait, and Keith Haring, who painted her body for a 1985 performance at Paradise Garage. But it was her collaboration with Jean Paul Goude, which is chronicled in the artist-photographer's new book, So Far, So Goude, out this month from Assouline, that made her a legend.

Goude choreographed Jones' infamous Halloween night 1978 show at Roseland, which involved raw meat, a Bengal tiger, and the singer dressed like a big cat. She sunk her claws into Hollywood, too, co-starring with Wilt Chamberlain and Arnold Schwarzenegger in Conan the Destroyer and playing 007's nemesis in the Bond flick A View to a Kill. Lately, she's been taken up by young London, sitting front-row with Kate Moss at an Alexander McQueen show and accompanying Stella McCartney to a Fashion Rocks party, demure as ever in a body-hugging leotard and tuxedo jacket. "I wasn't born this way," Jones once said. "One creates oneself." And how.

—Laird Borrelli

I have a confession to make. Although this full grown woman worships at the altar of Grace Jones, when I was 'tween I actively disliked her. The "black is beautiful" aesthetic had dried up like a freshly washed jheri curl back then and in the 1980s and being a dark skinned woman with natural hair, strong features, and weird clothes was not acceptable. If you were an oddball black girl then Lisa Bonet, with her kooky clothes, dread extensions and light skin were the way to go. Grace just scary. She was a bold as hell, not afraid to stand center stage because her hair didn't move and not afraid to poke fun at herself. Remember her in that "love" scene with Roger Moore in A View to a Kill? It made me cringe inside. And let's not even bring up Red Sonja.

In my junior high, if you wanted to insult a black girl with short hair, you'd call her Grace Jones. It was juvenile code for black, nappy and ugly. People would tell me that I looked like her all the time (some of them were people who knew that Grace was the shit and meant it as a compliment) but I wasn't having any of it.

It took me a long time to accept that my own looks were beautiful. It really wasn't until I got to college and started meeting other oddballs that I realized that there was more than one way to be beautiful and that on closer inspection the Christy Brinkley uptown type was nothing worth emulating.

The next time I saw Grace in a magazine I took a good long look and wouldn't you know it? The scales fell off my eyes and I realized how impossibly beautiful she really was. I imagine how hard it must have been being in the fashion industry at that time and how tough and determined she was to carve a place out for herself without trying to fit into any pre-made molds. I absolutely fell in love with this amazing woman and looking at her, I can't believe that I ever felt any other way.