I have to admit, the first time I saw Stella Tennant I didn’t much care for her. I thought she was very plain. But she’s grown on me. She’s plain, it’s true. There’s nothing unusual about her features. Yet she’s a top ranked supermodel, an icon. Stella in an anomaly in that she has celebrity appeal without being a celebrity. By celebrity appeal, I mean that she’s popular for who she is. And she’s a damn cool girl. She gets bookings just because she is so cool. She never smiles. She has piercings. She’s a British blue-blood who counts Princess Di as a cousin, but with a rock star attitude. That’s part of her appeal. She has the social standing, and the money, to not give a shit about the whims of fashion, which of course attracts the fashion flock like nothing else. She’s made a career as the poster girl of Cool Britannia. her signature look – clean scrubbed face, unstyled hair, intense gaze – can be shocking at first. But I’ve come to admire her edginess and her stubborn dedication to her own self-hood. And of course her versatility and boyish androgyny is immensely fascinating.
(with Hannelore Knuts)