• Rosie Huntington-Whiteley Knows the Perfect Pair of Uggs to Wear If You Live Somewhere With Warm Weather

    If you happen to find yourself sitting down for a chat with the breathtakingly beautiful Rosie Huntington-Whiteley, chances are you'll be struck by two opposing thoughts: She's a typical girl you could imagine being BFFs with who also regularly finds herself in situations that are out-of-this-world glamorous. It was something we realized instantly when we talked to her in celebration of the fact that she's the new face of Ugg (and the brand's first-ever global woman's ambassador!), diving into one of the most widely loved brands of shoes out there.


    "I saved up for a pair of Uggs when I was 16—I'd just started modeling and making my own money. I remember ordering them and waiting for the box to come and then being so excited," she said. "You know that feeling when you've saved up for something and you open it? It's always special and never goes away." With her 29th birthday coming around later this month, the supermodel was likely around the same age as most millennials were when discovering the Australian import: 16 or 17, give or take a bit. "It was that explosion of Ugg back in the early 2000s, and all my favorite style icons were wearing them. I was so excited that I was now on trend."


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    Since then, the shoes have become a staple in her closet, earning a mental association with happy, relaxed times that explains why she's a pretty major brand fan.

    "To me, Ugg is a brand that really represents my off-duty time and my personal life. They're the shoes I go to when I have a day off, when I'm hanging out on the beach in Malibu in the winter or going on a ski trip. I throw them in the back of the car when I'm going up the coast with friends on a road trip or I'm heading down to the farm where I grew up with my parents," she listed, giving a stylish glimpse into the private RHW. "They represent more of my active, adventurous life." One of the perks of the new gig is probably being well stocked with all of the brand's styles, but her newest favorite is one particularly suited for southern California life. "I'm really obsessed with the Rella at the moment. I just got my first pair last week, and I wore them all weekend. I had them on with denim shorts and was running errands and on the beach in Malibu with the dog. They're great because they're shorter, and the color is really, really beautiful and goes with the more neutral, soft, feminine colors I tend to wear. The shearling is thinner inside so your feet don't get warm," a plus when home is beautiful Los Angeles.

    Done with the universality of a good pair of shoes, we pivoted to a topic that we can't relate to as easily: red-carpet evening dresses and how in the world celebs manage to get from their house to the event without looking like they were just folded up in the backseat of a car.


    Wearing Alexandre Vauthier Couture at the Vanity Fair Oscars party in 2015


    "That's probably one of the most frustrating things: When you have a beautiful, beautiful gown to wear and you get in the car and when you arrive on the red carpet it's creased. I take that into consideration when I'm choosing a dress and always try to pick fabric that's not going to crease," she explained, admitting she's tried all sorts of positions and tricks when transporting her gown-bedecked self. "That drive from home or the hotel to the red carpet you're all 'Don't kiss me, don't touch me!' I've heard a story of one celebrity at the Oscars who went into some kind of van, and she stood. They transported her, and she stood in the van so her gown didn't have creases in it."

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  • Who is Jillian Mercado?

    In the April 2013 issue of ELLE, New York fashion writer, blogger and new face of Beyoncé's online store Jillian Mercado wrote about the challenges of building a career in fashion when you're in a wheelchair...

    Last September, during the s/s 2013 shows at New York Fashion Week, this street-style picture of me was posted online. It spread like wildfire. I had tons of people writing to tell me what an inspiration I was. Not because of my outfit, but because I’m in fashion and in a wheelchair.

    Born disabled – due to an accident during birth which led to me having spastic muscular dystrophy – and in a wheelchair from the age of 3, I could never help but see things differently. But my reaction wasn’t what you’d expect. I didn’t try to disappear, make myself bland so that no one would notice me and therefore my wheelchair, or try to fit in with the crowd. I actively didn’t want to fit in. I wanted to be accepted for being me.

    So why would I want to work in fashion, writing for magazines and websites, where appearance and fitting in seems to matter so much? It wasn’t a desire to prove anyone wrong. I was simply being myself and doing what I always loved. Growing up, my parents would take me on little shopping adventures for clothes and ask for my opinion on what looked best on them; I’d loved colours and fabrics from a young age. They taught me that the only person standing in your way is you. They’ve worked hard to make a good life for my two sisters and me; I didn’t want to waste it, even with a disability.

    As I grew up, fashion had become a way to express myself. Some people didn’t understand my desire to stand out when I wore bold make-up and designs and they tried to make me feel awkward. And when I began to experiment with my style in my teens, I was wearing leg braces, which led to an awful nickname of ‘robot’ at school. But mostly, and even worse, I remember the stares of girls in the school hallways.

    Leaving school to go to fashion college in New York – where I studied fashion merchandising management – was thrilling. Finally, I had the chance to pursue my dream. But it wasn’t an easy journey at first.

    When I went to New York Fashion Week in 2007, it was with some of the students from my college who had been asked to help prepare gift bags and set up chairs. Even though it was behind the scenes, I was so excited.

    I went shopping at Gap and got a flower-print vintage prom dresses uk that hung on my door ready for my big day. I woke up early, as nervous as if I was going on a first date. I took the bus downtown and saw people going into the fashion tents with their invitations in hand. It didn’t even occur to me that no one was expecting a girl in a wheelchair.

    At the office where I had to pick up my pass a woman looked at me, asked me to hold on and disappeared. When she came back, she said the college hadn’t informed her that I was disabled. Confused, I politely asked what the problem was. I explained that being in a wheelchair didn’t matter – I could do anything. But she said the tents weren’t accessible and there was no way of me getting in.

    My heart dropped and I tried to hold back my tears. How could a few stairs get in the way of what was meant to be one of the most memorable moments of my life so far?

    That day, I decided that not only was I going to be in those tents, but I was going to be personally invited. I had to be the one to let people know that being in a wheelchair does not have anything to do with my love for, or ability in, the industry. Until that point, I had never seen anyone in a wheelchair working in the fashion industry or going to Fashion Week. But so what? It only made me more determined to be the first.

    Part of my studies involved getting a fashion-industry internship for one term. I got eight interviews and was rejected by seven. Of course, I never said on my CV that I was in a wheelchair – why should I? I believe it doesn’t matter. So the surprise when I arrived for the interview was obvious. But did it bother me? No, I liked it. I knew I was different, but that it could go one of two ways: they could either reject me, or embrace me for having the courage to enter a world where the suspicion is you’ll be judged by your looks.

    Luckily, I increasingly find that I am embraced. At the internship I did get – as editorial assistant at American fashion magazine Allure – I was made to feel that I could be myself, no matter what I looked like, and that with hard work you can achieve great results. Since then, I haven’t stopped working.

    I write for numerous style websites, as well as my own blog. Sometimes people think I’m at a fashion event as a joke or as a one-off for a good cause, so when they find out that I actually work in the industry like them they are shocked. But there are many more moments where I feel accepted and welcomed: a smile, questions about my outfit or what shows I’m going to.

    And these days, I do get invited to shows. Being there in a wheelchair is one of the best feelings, because it shows that being disabled doesn’t have to be an end to your ambitions. Also, nowadays, I’ve realised that I vintage formal dresses how I do because it makes me feel happy. I already look different to other people, but what I choose to wear is a form of standing out that I can control. Being afraid of other people’s opinion of what you wear means you will never let your true self show. And that’s what’s important.

    Contrary to expectations, working in the fashion industry has been the first time I’ve felt like I really belong somewhere because, despite what happened at the start, people have accepted me for who I am. I’ve learnt fashion is an industry built on looking different, on standing out. People still make snap judgements or look twice, but if you come into it with determination people will see how dedicated you are and accept you for who you are. If you want something in life you have to go for it: no one else will do it for you, and the end result is so much more satisfying. I plan on sticking around for a long time and people are starting to accept that I’m not going anywhere. So love me for me or close your eyes, because I’m here to stay.

  • At the Batting Cage With the Woman Bringing a Sneaky Feminism to Fox Sports

    Okay it's been decided. Amber Heard is officially our summer hair and beauty crush.

    The actress - who's currently on a promo tour for Magic Mike XXL - has been rocking some pretty amazing 'dos and make-up looks while out and about in London.

    Prepare to feel jealous.

    For the premiere of the stripper film which also stars Channing Tatum, Matt Bomer and Sofia Vergara's muscular fiancé Joe Manganiello, Amber displayed a braided style.

    Read more at http://www.marieclaire.co.uk/news/beauty/549795/magic-mike-xxl-actress-amber-heard-has-just-become-our-summer-beauty-crush.html#3RGoJhVtoh7PHUEp.99Katie Nolan is standing in a narrow cage at Chelsea Piers, holding an aluminum bat. Her long hair is tucked into a ratty helmet, and she’s wearing a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtlesshirt. A pitching machine is set at 40 miles per hour, and softballs are whizzing by inches from her nose. I’m trying to cheer her on above the whir of the machine, but as it turns out, Nolan doesn’t need encouragement. The Fox Sports 1 host played softball as a kid, and she makes solid contact with practically every pitch. “This is so fun,” she exclaims. “It’s totally reawakening my love of softball.” I’m supposed to hit, too, but I’ve worn open-toe shoes, and a Chelsea Piers employee is hesitant about letting me enter the batting cage.

    Nolan has taken a break from shooting her weekly sports-comedy show, Garbage Time,to swing a bat with me. It’s a big day in the sports-media world: A few hours earlier, ESPN announced it would not renew the contract of columnist and Grantland founder Bill Simmons. The news is a shock to Nolan, who knows Simmons well, and when we got here a moment ago, she fired off a text to make sure he was okay. “He does such a good job of curating smart-ass voices,” Nolan says. She smiles. “And I don’t just say that because he tried to hire me.”

    Four years ago, Nolan was a 23-year-old Hofstra grad, bartending at night and living in her grandmother’s condo in Massachusetts; now she is a writer and producer, and the host, of Garbage Time, a show roughly in the Jon Stewart format that airs Sunday nights on Fox Sports 1. It’s not a show full of stats, though she knows her stuff. Instead, it’s about jokes and tone and, most of all, irreverence. The moment that may have established her was an episode in April, when she did a whole segment about a web post titled “How to Land a Husband at the Masters,” which had appeared on Fox Sports’ own site. She tore it apart with lines like “It is very easy to try to type cosmopolitan.com and accidentally type foxsports.com, if you just got your nails done.”

    Off the air, Nolan curses a lot and laughs loudly. On Twitter, where she’s the least filtered, she calls out trolls and speaks her mind. More important, she is not afraid to be the “bitch on a rampage,” as she puts it, in order to make Garbage Time better. “I already do a lot of stuff that I don’t think the male-dominated sports world is really a huge fan of, and I try to sneak it in,” she says. “It’s sort of like when you’re arguing with an idiot — not to call men idiots — and you have to make them think something was their idea? I do a lot of that.” Even, sometimes, with her bosses: “It can either be the show they want or the show you want, and you have to fight,” Nolan says. “And it’s a lot of fighting.”


    Nolan wasn’t always so emboldened. Growing up in Framingham, near Boston, she was shy, with a bad short haircut “from first grade until freshman year of high school,” she says. “I was horrid-looking. And middle school is like the comments section IRL.” She briefly played hockey as a kid, and when the coach mistook her gender because of her short hair, she was too afraid to correct him. She dutifully completed the season as a boy named Kyle. “I went by Kyle, and I made friends on the team as Kyle,” she says. “It went on for a pretty long time, until I went to a birthday party in a dress and all the hockey players were like … Kyle?”

    While bartending in Massachusetts after college, Nolan decided to start a blog called Bitches Can’t Hang, which got her noticed by the men’s-lifestyle website Guyism. She made videos for them before moving to Fox Sports 1, first as a social-media correspondent on the panel show Crowd Goes Wild, then with a web-video series calledNo Filter that she hosted until the debut of Garbage Time in March. Despite Fox Sports 1’s struggles, the show has been a success, primarily owing to Nolan’s skewering of pro athletes and the institutions that coddle them; one episode in mid-April pulled in more than 1.6 million viewers.

    Soon, we move to the medium-pitch machine, where the softballs come in at 60 miles per hour. After agreeing not to sue Chelsea Piers should my feet be permanently mangled, I take a turn at the plate, as Nolan cheers me on. As I miss or foul off pitch after pitch, she shouts, “You got this!” politely pretending that we are operating on the same skill level. When she takes the bat, Nolan misses one pitch — the first — but after that she’s slugging left and right.

    Like any woman with a little bit of fame — especially one in a mostly male field — Nolan has attracted her share of haters. They flock to her social-media profiles to say she knows nothing about sports, or that she only got her job because she’s hot, or that she’s given sexual favors to Fox executives. Unfortunately for the trolls, she owns them gleefully. “Boy, I sure hope some day I get better at hiding the fact that I’m ‘thirsty for the D’ during interviews with male guests,” she recently tweeted, referencing viewers who accused her of flirting with Giants wide receiver Odell Beckham Jr. “How embarrassing!” In December, she dedicated a segment of No Filter to reading aloud and responding to some of the foulest commentary. “ ‘You still my favorite whore, Katie,’ ” she reads to the camera, before responding, “You know, there are a lot of whores out there. I really appreciate the honor.”

    After batting practice, we hop into an Uber and zip down the West Side Highway toward the studio where she tapes the show. She immediately strikes up a conversation with the driver, who is not so evolved. “Here’s a novel idea,” she offers, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “How about I go out and make the money and you stay home and take care of the kids?” The driver tentatively agrees to this idea, but only if her job is more lucrative than any he might take on. Their plan does have one snag, though: “I already have a wife,” he admits uneasily. After we arrive and climb out onto the street in West Soho, she jokes, “Man, he did not want to marry me.”

    Garbage Time is shot at Embassy Row, a TV-production center that handles basic-cable shows like Cutthroat Kitchen and Watch What Happens: Live. As I’m waiting to sign in, she checks her phone and tilts it my way. Simmons has responded to her text. She opens the message and offers me the gist, something about how he’s doing fine and they’ll talk soon. “He’s more fun just to talk to than he is to follow [on Twitter],” she says. “On Twitter, it’s too much basketball.”

    We head inside to her studio, tiny as a Manhattan bedroom, just down the hall from Bravo baron Andy Cohen’s office. They’re shooting Bravo’s Fashion Queens today, and it’s chaotic; stylists, interns, and cameramen flutter by in a flash of sequins. An assistant swoops in to unwrap a giant bowl of guacamole on the craft-services table. “This is the food we don’t get to eat,” Nolan jokes. Nearby, a Fashion Queens cast member breaks into spontaneous song. Nolan shoots mostly on Saturdays, when the office is much less hectic.

    Garbage Time was guaranteed 20 episodes and is about three-quarters of the way through that run. Nolan has no idea whether it’ll be renewed or if she’ll be whisked away to a new project. (Fox Sports says a second season is in the works.) Ideally, she says, she’d like to do a show with a wider lens, perhaps something that mixes sports with pop culture. The tough part, she says, is shaking off the impostor syndrome. Her boyfriend is constantly challenging her to see herself as a successful TV anchor with a dedicated following. Nolan isn’t convinced. “If you become very aware of what you are now, you become Britt McHenry,” she jokes, referencing the ESPN reporter who was recently suspended for a week for berating a towing-company employee. “Which nobody wants to be.”

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