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      fashion Kinza Shenn 19 April 2017

      keeping up with the instagirls

      The Instagirl is the perfect encapsulation of the fragile world we live in. She is the product of the social media echo chamber, as unreal as Donald Trump's hair. She is 'like realizing stuff'. She is an escapist fantasy to guide us through turbulent times.

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      Supermodels reflect the realities and desires of their times. New season, new reality. Try to keep up. Yes, that's the tagline for Season 11 of Keeping Up with the Kardashians, and I'm okay with that. Our supermodel girl gang today is primarily made up of reality TV stars, heiresses and celebrity daughters. They may be seen on the homepage of Vogue, "making a case" for sartorial banalities like wearing strappy shoes in hot weather or pyjamas at home. Or there they are, lounging on white sheets in silk-satin peignoirs, truly beautiful, and we interface with them from screens with a quiet blend of FOMO, nausea, and existential dread.

      Kendall, Gigi, Bella, Lily-Rose, Cara, Hailey, Emily. They're the personal role models for millions (they are the kind of people whose names are suffixed with the amount of Instagram followers they have). Last year, 90s supermodel Stephanie Seymour referred to them as the "bitches of the moment" -- but the Instagirls seem far from over. Enabled by technology, their sphere of influence quantifiably dwarfs that of the iconic 90s supermodels. If only Carrie Bradshaw had access to Instagram when she was broke and buying Vogue instead of food. Our wants and needs from celebrities have since been transformed. And so, I couldn't help but wonder: how has the supermodel evolved since the 90s, and what does mainstream fascination with Instagirls say about the dreams and aspirations of our current world?

      Christian Dior wrote in his memoirs, Christian Dior et Moi, of the burgeoning influence of models in the 40s, that "it was as though Europe had grown sick of bombs and wanted fireworks instead". In defence and explanation of the Instagirl, perhaps this idea holds true. Perhaps they function best as glitterers living far away from life and its problems. Their constructed realities form gateways into fantasies. This effect is even more pronounced now, given our ability to comment, and imprint, on their profiles.

      Perhaps the Instagirls function best as glitterers living far away from life and its problems. Their constructed realities form gateways into fantasies.

      Tyra Banks might have convinced you that qualifying for top-model status involves dodging swinging pendulums over a swimming pool while communicating the pathos of plastic surgery addiction with your eyes, but it can't be denied that the success of our current supermodel gang is clouded by a faint aura of nepotism. It's an instinct to validate those who symbolise natural beauty, socialised personalities, chill-girlness. But with the elite backgrounds enabling the main supermodels today, are we the ultimate contemporary generation for congratulating genetic predispositions for success? And as for the likes of competitive reality TV shows like America's Next Top Model, which was once way more of a joke and an echo chamber of its own importance, it now has new power to hopeful contestants bereft of such inherited social mobility. Audiences see lifestyles transformed from shows like KUWTK and Real Housewives, and so, actually becoming Tyra's next top model might not be the operative goal. Maybe appearing on reality TV and gaining followers as an entry to stardom is enough.

      A key part of the supermodel mythology is indeed the cash. To the extent that in the 90s, houses would book major supermodels just to prove that they could afford them (Valentino, purportedly). Carrying over the celebration of money, sex, and power from the decade prior, supermodels became the imperative brand of cool girl in their embodiment of these assets. It was legitimised with the January 1990 British Vogue cover of Linda Evangelista, Christy Turlington, Naomi Campbell, Cindy Crawford and Tatjana Patitz shot by Peter Lindbergh, which led to George Michael requesting all five women to feature in his music video for Freedom! '90, which led to them miming the song down the catwalk of the Versace autumn/winter 1991 finale. At this point, models became brands in themselves, and bodies functioned as hangers onto which lifestyle was hung, more importantly in a sense, than the clothes themselves. It's a mentality more relatable than ever by the nature of social media. We're focused on the minutiae of supermodels' lives, and fashion houses are just lucky if their campaigns can be negotiated into the feed.

      In mutual best interest, Versace continued to fan the flames of its supermodels for a number of seasons, and the Versace aesthetic is integral to the 90s supermodel brand ideology: conspicuous luxury, surface fixation, a self-assured female sexuality that felt dangerous within the sexism of capitalism. Aggression had to always be counterpoised with some reminder of the body. Versace's aggressive materials like leather and signature Oroton chainmail were typically cut into scanty shapes: bralets, thigh-high boots, little dresses, pelmet skirts. The idea was to allure, and to reject.

      Social media culture will always task today's models with the request of an image caption, a need to flesh out details, bridge public and private with intimacy, and join trending sociopolitical conversations.

      This seedling idea of an empowered woman is better developed now, and translates more effectively with the social media platform. Now, the supermodel appears to work as image-maker and author, and she has moved from the object-like identity that otherwise haunts models. This is a pillar of Emily Ratajkowski's divisive version of feminism, that promotes non-male-defined sexually explicit images, and it is best understood when she can preface it with words. In any case, social media culture will always task today's models with the request of an image caption, a need to flesh out details, bridge public and private with intimacy, and join trending sociopolitical conversations. Feminism, Remainers, Pro-Choice and Anti-Trump; it's best to go along with it at all costs, and it's hard to know whether followers or icons said it first in their mutual blind trust and simulacra of political discussion.

      In today's world, the precise size of the supermodel collective is vague. It's no longer The Trinity, or, the Original Six. Our thoughts on who's most influential are all probably skewed from our personal feeds, our echo-chamber friends, which characters we follow closest. We click, "I don't care about this", and the rest kind of melts away. We have infinite supplies of icons to pick from in this total transparent realm of profiles. We aren't hostages of the media, and as a result, the idea of icon has diffused, watered down across virtual shores. It's led to our ability to find private role models and iconographies that won't thrust forth one obnoxious ideal, one product to fix our soul. We don't tolerate the marketing campaign that alienates, shames and deludes, gives Pepsi to cops. We champion a greater sphere of beauty standards, we like fashion with a little oddity.

      The same thoughts came around in the middle of the 90s. After the histrionic supremacy of the supermodel, there was Marc Jacobs' grunge-themed collection for Perry Ellis, (though it needed a little time to be mulled over), and Corinne Day, David Sims, Mario Sorrenti, label mania was swapped for gentler looks, or alterity. Both offered a kind of reaction against the narrow construction of beauty within supermodel branding. Kate MossStella Tennant, and Kristen McMenamy drew acclaim. Aesthetically, right now, we are in the midst of a late 80s-early 90s revival, an ultra intensification of the sex and pageantry. Where will it go next? Looking at social media trends beyond the fashion industry, we have already experienced a shift from our initial enthusiasm for the more-is-more overshare of Facebook to the curatorial effect of Instagram. Instagirls have found a rhythm of social media fatigue, and certainly, not much within this bubble feels as disruptive as the effect of a blank slate on an Instagram account, or a barred, hidden entrance within the typically open fields of the internet. Maybe the next wave of icons will be all the more effective for the fantasy fostered through mystique. Maybe we're heading for a dip into another mid-90s moda povera. Supermodels come and go in cycles, after all. Ask Tyra.

      Read: The cult of celebrity - how sinister is our obsession with fame?

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