No time to lose, it’s time to go but I feel like watching how the Hudson River flows. Urban scenes that never fade, never get outdated or busted by the dirty fist of time. Editorials have glorified and glamorized views of the City with a capital C, chaining the photographs together page after page like an odd combination of bruises from the centretown craze and scents of freedom felt on a walk by night in the warm shadows of the skyscrappers. While Paris and Milan have always been visually associated with european flair and lifestyle, London with youth and avant-garde, New York only embodies the epitome of the City I was starting to babble and stutter about, a few lines above. Scatterbrained depictions of a melting pot of street culture and extreme luxury; the steam of fate meeting beams of hope, both carried on by the stream of post-modern civilization. A bit like my thoughts feel carried away by the water when I walk next to, ah well, that good-ol’ Hudson River. This story from Allure Magazine (July 2012 issue) perfectly feeds my -already grown-up- idea of the editorial where city life owns the first role. Even the title, Extreme Jeans, using the most emblematic item of urbanites’ clothing habits. Über-coolness or denim despair, you put there what you want, what you can, what you dream to live or struggle to leave. But things couldn’t appear as clearer: Vlada channels three characters, all different yet linked, all parts of the same world. The fab fashionista, sleek and clean and glamourous whatever she does, the biker and her fellow underdogs, the ladylike popstar from Manhattan. Whether you take these series of photographs as tragic biopics drowned in tears of MD 20/20 or fairy tales where modern princesses kiss modern toads, beauties love bums, the story they tell and tell again rings in every ear (and eye), echoes in every mind and foot that have ever stepped on asphalt. Norman Roy has nailed it to the max with that heavenly shot of Vlada popping out of the limo. The mermaid sings, the angels howl, the boat doesn’t want to sink (in that same-ol’ Hudson River) and you’re just begging for the next fashion spread that will revisit this topic.