Oh look! Kendall Jenner has landed the biggest gig of her career – the September issue of American Vogue. Quite an accomplishment. Very exciting. She (and momma Kris) must be OVER THE MOON. In the accompanying article (“How Kendall Jenner Became the Breakout Model of Her Generation“), Kendall is compared to the legendary Linda Evangelista, one of the greatest supermodels OF ALL TIME.
In some ways, she is reminiscent of Linda Evangelista, who also knew she wanted to be a model from the time she was a little girl hanging out in her bedroom, practicing her runway walk, cutting up fashion magazines. Both of them essentially willed it to happen, which is rare. Most models are discovered and wind up doing it because, well, why not? It’s often the best option they’ve got. But when the goal is modeling, heartbreak and disappointment usually follow—after all, Fashion decides who gets to be a model and who doesn’t. But there is another reason Kendall reminds some of Linda: Like Evangelista in the early nineties, she is now on equal footing with the stylists and the photographers she works with—an active participant in her own photo shoots. She is, in other words, not just a girl for hire but, more often than not, the reason for the pictures in the first place, as in: This is a Kendall story.
Hmm. Comparisons to Linda seem like a bit of a stretch. I could see Gia. Or maybe Ali MacGraw. But not Linda. Never Linda.
The article moves on to Caitlyn, because of course it does.
At one point Kylie and I thought he was cheating on my mom, because he had makeup and nail polish. One time we found those squishy boob things. We found wigs. And then one time I actually ran into her. In this house. She had no idea. She would wake up really early just so she could dress up and move around the house and get that little kick for the morning, and then go back to being Bruce—take us to school, totally normal. So one morning I woke up at 4:00 a.m. so thirsty, came downstairs into the kitchen, and grabbed a bottle of water. And as I was coming back out, my dad was coming down the stairs in, like, a wig and makeup and shoes—the full nine. And she didn’t see me. I literally froze. Please don’t turn left. Because she could either turn left or turn right. Thank God she turned right and—to this day!—has no idea that happened. That was the first time I had ever seen her.” She pauses for a moment. “My mom knew. She knew since their third date.”
Suddenly Kris appears. “Broooowwwwnnnnnieeees!” She sets down plates of freshly baked brownies with a scoop of vanilla ice cream and joins us for dessert.
I lovelovelove Kris appearing with brownies the minute she doesn’t like where the conversation is headed…