Agyness Deyn is, like, such a rebel. She's a model who is so unmodel-y. She, like, hates fashion! And she, like, lives in East Village and wears Converse sneakers and quirky hats and smoke Parliaments. She's, like, so unique!
But that's not all! Agyness Deyn wears suspenders and retro band T-shirts and and she, like, DJs and has a band and likes rocker dudes. She might try acting one day but, like, she doesn't know yet and all, but she's, like, "into stuff that really pushes the boundaries, raises the bar ... like, puts you out of your comfort zone," but for now she's, like, just hanging out downtown trying to figure it all out, so the New York Times wrote, like, a big feature on her where they said she is "the visual articulation of our culture's unspoken hopes and latent desires," whatever the hell that means.
"You know, even though I'm in fashion, I don't, like, do fashion," she said. "Fashion isn't me, even though I work in it. It's just materialistic stuff. I just want to do whatever makes me happy."
What makes Ms. Deyn happy?
"Like being totally conscious. Laughing is, like, my favorite thing to do. Being with friends, having fun ... being a bit daft."
It is hard to say if she eschews her supermodel role because she doesn't have the id or will to assert it or because she doesn't fully understand her own potential. But this, again, may be part of the construct of Ms. Deyn's media persona: she projects a cultivated lack of savvy, as if she were acting from a Buddhist compulsion to consciously guard herself from arriving at too intimate an understanding of such worldly filth.
Does she intend to spontaneously skip any Fashion Weeks, as she did last fall?
"I don't know," she said, airily. "I kind of make the decision a week before. I love doing it, but then sometimes I'm doing another project or something."
So yeah, Agyness Deyn isn't some vapid model bitch like so many of the others who are, like, all stupid and lazy and have had everyone kiss their boney asses all their lives because they're pretty. You see, with Agyness Deyn, it's, like, all just an act. She may, like, come across like a insufferably dim bulb, but she's, like, really the reincarnation of Ludwig van Beethoven, Albert Einstein and Thomas Edison all in the same androgynous body. And now you know.
A Supermodel Who Is Of The Moment, and Thinking Ahead [New York Times]