If my calculations (and by "calculations," I mean "archives") are correct, we still have about a month to wait before we even see the new ANTM girls. That's a depressing thought. Here's an even more depressing thought: I very well could be spending my life waiting around for the next cycle of America's Next Top Model to start. I'm not sure if that's the case, but it's more than a little possible.
Anyway, to pass the time, you can check out a few Polaroids Cycle 8's Brit-tit-tit-tit and Natasha took at Confessions of a Casting Director. Here are Brit's and here are Natasha's. And here are previews:
Brit's hair seems managed. She's come so far! Meanwhile, Natasha has never looked hotter. You know she has Tyra's sage advice to thank for that, too. I feel myself aroused. (Thanks to Annie and Pascale for the heads-up.)
Oh, and speaking of pictures and, uh, "realilty," I went to see Poison in New Jersey on Saturday. It was kind of awesome. But only kind of, for it was not the cultural experience I'd hoped for, at least as far as rubbing elbows with the audience was concerned. It was just kinda just...Jersey. Not hyper-mega-old-is-the-new New Jersey that it should have been. Anyway, I did take some shots of the more colorful fans I spotted -- they're up on the VH1 blog here. These women are my favorite:
They are so fucking full of joy and Poison, I can't stand it. With their big-ass margaritas and cigarettes and denim and that amazing shirt ("What happens in this shirt stays in this shirt"). I swear, I wanted to run up to them, embrace them and be like, "Are you my mommies?" I wonder her shirt refers to nursing at all? They had two guys with them who (politely) refused to be in the shot. The one's reason was that he had too many "identifying marks," whatever the fuck that means. "Plus, you don't want guys in the picture." Uh, actually...
And yes, I really do love these women (I mean, as much as I can, they're just my mommies and all) and I'm not just being smug and derisive and ironic, just like I really love that ventriloquist couple that I posted earlier this month. There are many kinds of love, people, and I have a big fucking heart. Give some credit.