The Libertine

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Month: August, 2010

Let Them Eat Cake

Magazine: Elle Sweden August 2008

Models: Elsa Hosk, Josefin Hedström, Sara Blomqvist

Photographer: Jimmy Backius

Flower Child

Photography by: Dean Isidro

Guess Whoooo?

One of the most famous new mouths around…

Lindsey Wixson by Mert Alas and Marcus Piggott (Ofcourse!!!)


Models: Jeisa Chiminazzo, Missy Rayder 

Magazine: POP 11 F/W 2005


Here’s another old fave. Man, Mert & Marcus have just got it down! Their work is always flawless. The intensity of the colors and the shading in these images are like a familiar signature of thiers…a trade mark ‘feel’ all their own.

The wardrobe here is a bit excentric…but I think I like that.

Then there’s the models. Wow. These women could virtually double for each other if it weren’t for a fairly drastic difference in breast size! Anyhow, that are both quite beautiful, and very talented.

I hope you enjoy this shoot as much as I have!



Nadiia E Cèline

Models: Nadiia Shapoval @ Next Milan & Cèline Derrien @ Beatrice Models  Photography by Lady Tarin

Drama Queen

Madisyn Ritland

Madisyn Ritland in a beauty editorial for Flair Magazine. Shot by Jem Mitchell

Secret Society

Paolo Roversi shoots a dark and dramatic editorial for September Vogue. Elise Crombez models lavish gowns and decadent jewelry styles.

Kelly Brook Is Bangin’

The gorgeous (I think British?) model, Kelly Brook, bares her amazing nude body for her version of Love Magazines cover, issue #4, 2010. This magazine is off to a running start if I do say so myself! And Kelly! Wow…Kelly. I don’t know many women that would turn down a trade for her doe-eyed stare, supple lips, large breasts and perfect hour-glass figure. Oh yet another example of a real ‘woman’ in fashion, that just blows me away. Her cover is by far my favorite! I wonder how much that sweet butt was airbrushed, and how much is just having goddess genes…?!
Magazine: Love Magazine, Issue #4, Fall-Wint 2010, United Kingdom
Model: Kelly Brook
Photographer: Doug Inglish

Glamorous Ginta

Magazine: Love Magazine, Issue #4, Fall-Wint 2010, United Kingdom
Model: Ginta Lapina
Photographer: Doug Inglish

‘The Earthquake Has Left Our Bodies Shaking’

Hi Everyone,

Please Please forward the link for this page to anyone and everyone you know (or you’ve ever met)!!!

I have spent the past several days researching and gathering articles about the rampant sexual violence in the tent camps through out Haiti; post-earthquake. For decades Haiti has been a nation with little regard or protection for womens sexual rights/saftey. Now that almost 1 million people are living in tent villages, any kind of security or monitoring system is virtually impossible. As a result, the statistics of sexual assault, rape and gang rape have sky rocketed. I will include an article with more statistics…but it is enough to say that girls as young as 2 years old have been reported victims of rape.

I have  scoured the Internet, wondering what, if anything is being done about this specific problem; and I am shocked to find that there is little to no current organizational efforts within the international community to target this epidemic.

I realize that the primary concern is that these people are being fed, given clean water, clothes and a place to sleep. However, when thousands of women and small girls are being raped two and three times a day…I just can’t accept complacency. I have identified one Hatian group called KOFAVIV that was formed by survivors of the 2004 political rapes. So far, they are the best resource for those of us who want to be involved in the solution. I have included a like to thier page for those of you that are interested in donating…and to anyone out there who may read this, if you have even the tiniest bit of power, if you are employed by our government, or have any conncetions that could motivate efforts of relief for these women…please PLEASE get on the phone, take to your email, call, write, donate; and before you do another thing, close your eyes and send love, light and strength for their hearts.

Thank you for reading this. Bellow is the contact info for how you can help, and an article that ran in  The New York Times:

KOFAVIV – Komisyon Fanm Viktim pou Viktim (Commission of Women Victims for Victims)
Program Coordinator: (509) 345 05053

“PORT-AU-PRINCE, Haiti — The 22-year-old woman, wearing a gauzy blue dress that she had changed into after her release, spoke in a whispery voice.

Perhaps the worst part of the whole ordeal, she said, was the place where her kidnappers had chosen to imprison her. That they abducted her was terrifying. That they raped her, repeatedly, was too horrendous to absorb just yet.

But stashing her in the ruins of a home? Making her crawl on her stomach beneath a collapsed slab into a destroyed house where they hid her in a pocket of rubble? That was torture, she said.

“Since I had not slept under any roof since the earthquake, I was so scared I could not breathe,” said the woman, Rose, who requested that her full name be withheld.

Rose’s kidnappers told her brother-in-law, who delivered the ransom of about $2,000, that they would kill her if she talked. She had no intention of doing so. But police investigators showed up at the family house in the Delmas 33 neighborhood shortly after her release, and a reporter from The New York Times happened upon the scene, later accompanying Rose to a women’s health clinic at the family’s request.

Being present when Rose and her family were grappling with the horror of her ordeal offered a firsthand glimpse inside the vulnerability that many Haitians, and particularly women, feel right now. Sleeping in camps, on the street and in yards, many feel themselves at the mercy not only of the elements but of those who prey on others’ misery.

So many cases of rape go unrecorded here that statistics tell only a piece of the story. But existing numbers, from the police or women’s groups, indicate that violence against women has escalated in the months after the Jan. 12 earthquake. Kidnappings are rare, but they, too, have increased, and “the threat is constant,” said Antoine Lerbours, a spokesman for the Haitian National Police.

Malya Villard, director of Kofaviv, a grass-roots organization that supports rape victims, said that the presence of thousands of prisoners who escaped during the earthquake aggravated an environment where insecurity and despair feed on each other.

“It’s an ideal climate for rape,” she said.

Ms. Villard said that Kofaviv’s two dozen case workers, in Port-au-Prince, had counseled 264 victims since the earthquake, triple the number in an equivalent period last year. Arrests for rape are fewer — 169 countrywide through May, but more arrests have been made in the last few months than during the same period last year.

Since the earthquake, international relief groups have expressed concerns about violence against women, especially in the camps under their watch. Poor or nonexistent lighting, unlockable latrines, adjacent men’s and women’s showers and inadequate police protection have all been problems.

Recently, security in eight big camps has improved, with joint Haitian-United Nations police posts or patrols; about 100 Bangladeshi policewomen arrived late last month to deal with gender-based violence at three of them. But there are about 1,200 encampments throughout Haiti, and this city’s battered neighborhoods are largely left to their own defenses, too.

Rose and her relatives recently moved back to their properties when the owner of the property where they were squatting threatened the tent city residents with eviction. Their homes have been marked with a yellow stamp by surveyors, meaning they are damaged but fixable. Rose and her relatives sleep outside them, fitfully. They were scared of the “young thugs in Mafia sunglasses,” Rose’s cousin said, even before Rose’s abduction.

On May 10, Rose, a statuesque woman who is learning to be a beautician, went out to buy some cookies. A police officer whom she knew beckoned her to sit in his unmarked car, she said. She did. Then two men ordered the officer out of the car, taking his gun and driving off with Rose.

The men shoved her into the back, and made her lie face down. She does not know what neighborhood they took her to; it was empty and rubble-filled, and had many destroyed houses. When she protested entering one, they slapped her, she said, and forced her to squeeze through the collapsed entrance. They pushed her into a crawl space beneath a fallen ceiling.

“I was scared mute,” she said. “Only when they raped me did I scream. It hurt.”

Clutching her pelvis as she talked, Rose said that the men had taken turns, raping her seven times. “Or maybe eight,” she said, shutting her eyes. 

The police officer showed up at Rose’s house the morning after she was kidnapped to tell the family what had happened. “He waited all night while we lay awake terrified,” her brother-in-law said. “He was looking for his car. We said, ‘What about Rose?’ He said, ‘We’ll look for her, but, you know, you will hear from them first.’ ”

The kidnappers used Rose’s cellphone to call. They put it on speaker phone and hit her repeatedly so her family could listen to her cry out in pain.

“They demanded $50,000 American,” her uncle, a vendor, said. “That’s crazy. I don’t have 10 gourdes to my name. But they said, ‘Don’t bother going to a voodoo priest. He can’t help you. Don’t bother calling Obama. He can’t help you, either. Just give us money, or we will kill the girl.’ ”

Over the next few days, the family managed to raise $2,000 in gourdes, the Haitian currency, from neighbors. The money was left at a drop site on Sunday evening. At 3 a.m. Monday, Rose was blindfolded and put on the back of a mototaxi. When she arrived home, she collapsed into a fetal position at the door to her house and knocked weakly.

Several hours later, the police investigators arrived. Family members encircled Rose as she answered questions in a monotone. Occasionally they peered out at the street through the cracks in their home, fearful that the kidnappers were watching.

Rose had already changed her clothes and bathed, which she did not know would frustrate the collection of evidence. But the police did not raise the issue, anyway, her family said.

When the police left, Rose rode in the back of a car to a Doctors Without Borders clinic, wincing in pain as it bumped over rutted roads. At the tented clinic, she was instructed to take a seat on a bench. Another woman, slim and poised, entered the open-air waiting room and told a nurse she needed to see a gynecologist.

“Infection?” the nurse asked. “A case of rape,” the young woman answered, in clipped French. She had been invited to a “literary circle” in a tent city the previous evening, she said. “No books were discussed,” she said. The two victims sat side by side and stared straight ahead. The nurse said that the clinic had treated about 60 victims in May.

When Rose was called into an examining tent, she stumbled, woozy from hunger. The nurse gave her a couple of packages of crackers. Rose said, “I don’t have any money for those.” The nurse told her they were free. Rose offered one of the packages to a Times reporter, who declined and left her to be examined privately.

Rose was discharged with an armful of condoms and pill boxes: antibiotics for sexually transmitted diseases, anti-H.I.V. treatment, pills for vaginitis and over-the-counter painkillers.

As she emerged, her uncle — whom Rose calls Papa — watched her from a distance, tears streaming down his face.

“Beautiful child, oh beautiful child,” he said. “Look into my eyes and you will know how I feel. When is this all going to end? Haven’t we suffered enough?”



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