Archive for January, 2010

Flying Fat

Another day, another airline decides to boost its profits by charging fat passengers more.  Air France-KLM have announced that fat passengers that cannot fit into a single seat will have to pay an additional 75% for a second seat. A spokesperson for Air France-KLM states that it is a matter of safety: “We have to make sure that the backrest can move freely up and down and that all passengers are securely fastened with a safety belt.” (The fact that they can charge 175% for one ticket is just gravy!) The new policy will apply for people who book their tickets from 1 February 2010 for all flights from 1 April 2010.

This development follows American airlines, such as Southwest and United Airlines, in their decision to charge their fat passengers more. (At least Canadian and Australian carriers won’t be adopting the move anytime soon.)

Predictably, the majority of commenters on the article reporting Air France-KLM’s new policy have praised the move. In amongst the explicit fat hate (“fatties need to go to the gym!” “I was nearly crushed!”) are those who think the move is completely logical: if you take up two seats, you should pay for two seats.

I can’t say I blame them. I mean, I live in Australia – we’re an island floating in the middle of nowhere. If I want to visit my big sister in London, I have to spend 24 hours in transit. When you’re spending that much time in the air in an economy seat, you want as much room as possible. I get it.

However, instead of blaming the fatty fat fatties, perhaps some pressure should be placed on the airlines. The article states that the average plane seat is 43 centimetres/16.9 inches wide. Some planes offer a generous 48 centimetres/19 inches. That’s it. Hundreds of dollars for a ticket and all you can lay claim to is less than 50 centimetres. Shouldn’t we be expecting more from our airlines? If newer aircraft can have enough room for their obscene first class suites, couldn’t they also increase the width and pitch of their economy class?

Secondly, and I’m not the first person to ask this, but who decides who is officially too fat to fly? Those booking their tickets on 1 February won’t know if their arse is too wide for the seat. Will gate agents have a tape measure at the ready? Will they rely on their oh-so-accurate perception of how fat someone is? Will passengers be weighed on the luggage scale? Or will they be given the benefit of the doubt, only to drag people who are too big for the seat off the plane to pay their 75% and hold up the flight for everyone?

But rather than put those cogent questions to those who think this discriminatory policy is logical, I’d probably tell them to harden up. Economy class is uncomfortable – that’s why it’s affordable. It’s cramped, there are lines for the bathroom, the food sucks and it smells. Until airlines charge a levy for people who have long and/or wide legs, people who have broad shoulders, rude folks that take my armrest, people who smell, people who snore, crying babies and children that make themselves known to me at any point for any reason no one deserves to complain about fat encroaching upon their precious seat.

OoTD No. 4 – New Year’s Eve

I love New Year’s Eve in Sydney. We’re one of the first places in the world to see in the new year and, because it’s summer, I get to wear cute little dresses and strappy sandals. (Actually, last Thursday was a bit too tropical – it was so humid I ended up taking a fan with me so I didn’t end up drowning in a pool of my own sweat.)

As I’ve mentioned before, my three fashion loves are bright colours, loud prints and big accessories. I wanted my NYE outfit to combine all three and I decided to go for a square colour scheme.

Continuing the garden maintenance trend, the Boyfriend insisted I pose with the leaf vacuum.

Apologies for the wet hair. It didn't have time to dry before we left.

Dress: GRAB denim (This dress is magic. I bought it years ago when I was straight size and, thanks to the empire line and the incredibly stretchy fabric, it still fits.)
Necklace: Cupcakes and Mace
Bangle: Christmas present from the Boyfriend’s family
Sandals: Nu + Nan

After years of beachside parties and New Year’s Day festivals, the Boyfriend and I realised we were too old couldn’t be arsed with all that and decided to go out to dinner instead. We had three delicious courses and a beautiful bottle of pinot noir at Bayswater Brasserie in Kings Cross. I was so full afterwards that I thought I was going to explode. The Boyfriend found my wailing about my impending explosion very amusing.


We finished up our feast around 11pm and started a slow, winding meander to Potts Point to see the fireworks over Sydney Harbour. This meant we got to be thoroughly amused at the Kings Cross scenery and its wasted human detritus. It’s always fun seeing beautiful girls in beautiful clothes having their hair held back by their friends while they vomit into a gutter. It’s festive!

Yes it is, Kings Cross graffiti. Big fat ones.

We eventually made it down the end of Victoria Rd and rang in 2010 with a couple hundred others who had gathered to see the sky light up and watch Sydney Harbour Bridge explode. (Honestly, it’s like the fireworks technicians do their very best to blow up the Harbour Bridge every year.)

The fireworks looked more impressive than this, I swear. In person, they looked like this. (Thanks, youtube!)

This is the Boyfriend and I minutes into 2010. However, the Boyfriend wishes to remain anonymous so we’ve replaced him with Alexander Skarsgård aka Eric Northman from True Blood aka light of my life, fire of my loins.

Ohhhhhh, Alex *thrust*

Happy New Year, everyone. I hope your 2010 is filled with good times, good company and good food.

Preview: Day 4 of V Magazine’s Size Issue by Lagerfeld

I was so tickled when I heard that Karl “No one wants to see curvy women” Lagerfeld was shooting a spread for V Magazine’s Size Issue. “How laughable,” thought I, “that the White Goodman of fashion will be shooting a spread for a size issue. Ho ho. How droll.”

Well. The Kaiser completely and utterly shut me up by producing the best editorial in V Magazine so far.

Lagerfeld, head designer and creative director for Chanel, has titled his spread Day 4: Coco a Go-Go and (gasp!) appears to be having fun with his designer baby.

Miss Dirty Martini and Coco

Miss Dirty Martini, a burlesque star, is full of life and oozes sexuality in each picture. Her body is undeniably on show and yet I never lost sight of Jacob K‘s beautiful styling. Everything about this spread looks decadent. This editorial, much more than Day 1 and Day 2, has perfectly married showcasing the fat body with high fashion styling. Amazing.

However, as has been noted by Fashionologie, by using a burqesque star in his spread Lagerfeld has avoided the endorsement of plus size models. You are a sneaky bitch, Karl.

Miss Dirty Martini in V Magazine

If you look closely, you'll see Miss Dirty Martini's unretouched body in her reflections.

For the complete editorial and full size images, head to All images are copyright V Magazine and respective photographers. The Size Issue is due out on 14 January 2010.

Preview: Day 2 of V Magazine’s Size Issue

Tara Lynn by Sølve Sundsbø*

Last week, I showed you the preview of Crystal Renn’s editorial of V Magazine’s upcoming Size Issue. V Magazine are obviously trying to generate a lot of buzz, as have released yet another preview from the issue: Day 2: Curves Ahead by Sølve Sundsbø. (For the complete editorial and full size images, head to All images are copyright V Magazine and respective photographers. The Size Issue is due out on 14 January 2010.)

As the name of the editorial suggests, these pictures place much more emphasis on the curvy body. In my opinion, the fashion is secondary to the thighs, hips and rolls on display.**

Candice Huffine by Sølve Sundsbø

While I am completely in love with the Day 1 editorial, I have a lot less love for this shoot. When a magazine like V attempts to display larger bodies as artworks in and of themselves, it always appears as though they are fighting their fashion instincts.

We all know that fashion magazines digitally retouch. A lot. Freckles, cellulite, shadows, uneven skin tone – anything that is perceived to be a flaw is mercilessly eliminated. However, in this shoot fat rolls, normally an obvious flaw to be removed, must be kept as a feature of the editorial.

So how does a photography team accept the inclusion of fat rolls and present a flawless fashion spread? By doing a really bad job of retouching.

Candice Huffine and Tara Lynn by Sølve Sundsbø

I mean, look at that. That picture is ridiculous. Candice Huffine has a beautiful roll on her back, yet her back does not bulge in any way. Tara Lynn has some adorable belly chub, yet her stomach stops exactly at the waistband and there is no overhang. Fat doesn’t sit so conveniently in real life.

This editorial is trying so hard to present the ‘real’ body and yet the finished product looks disappointingly fake.

*As an aside, that first image of Tara Lynn looks an awful lot like a number of fat softcore pictures I’ve seen. For example, this picture of erotic model that I featured on Hey, Fat Chick. I don’t know if it was deliberate but it sure is interesting…
Which bothers me, as it’s in a fashion magazine. “Look! Plus size models! We still don’t make sample sizes for them, but look how nice they are naked!”

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