Join Date: July 2005
Kailee for Valentine's Day
Ah, St. Valentine's Day, the time when every plus-size-model fan's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of . . . Kailee O'Sullivan.
Partly, this is because Kailee is--as has always been acknowledged--the most romantic of plus-size models. More significantly, however, she is and forever will be associated with the holiday of Venus because a few seasons ago, the Judgment of Paris enjoyed the inestimable privilege of interviewing young Miss O'Sullivan at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City, precisely on Valentine's Day. The interview serendipitously coincided with an exhibition of Renaissance art that focussed unabashedly on full-figured female beauty.
It was, in every sense, the perfect setting for a plus-size-model interview: a museum devoted to celebrating the very Classical feminine ideal of which Kailee herself is an ideal embodiment.
You may click here to read our interview. None of us ever expects to have a more wonderful Valentine's Day experience.
Furthermore, the close association of Miss O'Sullivan with the day of love made IGIGI's recent decision to orient a Valentine's Day collection around Kailee the most perfect selection ever made in plus-size-model casting. Kailee was born to appear this campaign, which can be enjoyed in detail in this thread.
As for a thought from yours truly on the topic with which St. Valentine is forever associated, on this, the year of the Charles Dickens bicentenary, we find it highly appropriate to quote a passage from perhaps the finest of all of the master's novels, Great Expectations (1861), a book that lays bare the true nature of love and with how much pain its joy is inexorably intertwined:
"O Estella!" I answered, as my bitter tears fell fast on her hand, do what I would to restrain them; "even if I remained in England and could hold my head up with the rest, how could I see you Drummle's wife?"
"Nonsense," she returned,—"nonsense. This will pass in no time."
"You will get me out of your thoughts in a week."
"Out of my thoughts! You are part of my existence, part of myself. You have been in every line I have ever read since I first came here, the rough common boy whose poor heart you wounded even then. You have been in every prospect I have ever seen since,—on the river, on the sails of the ships, on the marshes, in the clouds, in the light, in the darkness, in the wind, in the woods, in the sea, in the streets. You have been the embodiment of every graceful fancy that my mind has ever become acquainted with. The stones of which the strongest London buildings are made are not more real, or more impossible to be displaced by your hands, than your presence and influence have been to me, there and everywhere, and will be. Estella, to the last hour of my life, you cannot choose but remain part of my character, part of the little good in me, part of the evil. But, in this separation, I associate you only with the good; and I will faithfully hold you to that always, for you must have done me far more good than harm, let me feel now what sharp distress I may. O God bless you, God forgive you!"
In what ecstasy of unhappiness I got these broken words out of myself, I don't know. The rhapsody welled up within me, like blood from an inward wound, and gushed out. I held her hand to my lips some lingering moments, and so I left her.
As Goethe so poignantly reminds us, "Let this book be your friend if, through fate or your own fault, you can find non better."
- "Art and Modelling in New York City"