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MelRose is one outrageously hot babe

With her megawatt smile and a body to die for, you can’t keep your eyes off MelRose longer than a few seconds. Check out our interview as we find out more about MelRose to know her eating habits, style tips to look sexy and her favourite body part!

SimplySxy: A very good day to you MelRose and thank you for this opportunity. Please share with our readers three fun facts about yourself which we might not necessarily know.

MelRose: A couple fun things most of your readers probably aren’t aware of are that I was born in Pennsylvania, I have an un-natural obsession with penguins, and I have a radio show!

SimplySxy: How did you get a start into modelling?

MelRose: I got into modeling at 12 yrs old. I was approached on the street about my “look” and later took acting and modeling classes at a renown Chicago arts school.

SimplySxy: We can’t help but admire your amazing well-toned body in your photos. What is your fitness regime like to stay in shape?

MelRose: My fitness regime is a tough subject. I’ve struggled a lot with self-esteem and body image, so I am definitely very conscious of what I put into my body. I try to eat as clean as possible. I use the nutri-bullet constantly, and I have a personal trainer that takes care of the rest. I’m not perfect, but I try to be kind to myself. It can be hard in this kind of industry.

SimplySxy: Which is your favourite body part?

MelRose: My favorite part of my body is my eyes. It is the thing I receive the most compliments on and it requires no upkeep! Haha!

SimplySxy: In terms of fashion, is there a particular style you like or prefer?

MelRose: When it comes to style and fashion, I believe it is a personal expression of how you feel or want to be perceived. I don’t believe their is a “right” or “wrong” look. It’s about how you want to express yourself. I personally don’t believe I have any single “style” or “look”. Some days I feel like dressing bohemian chic, other days like an edgy professional. Most days I just make it up as I go!

SimplySxy: What style tips can you give to a lady who wants to look sexy on a night out at a club?

MelRose: If a woman wants to look sexy on a night out, I would suggest she puts on something that shows off her best features, and that she’s comfortable in. If you have great legs throw on a short dress! If you have an amazing chest put on a top with a plunging neckline! Show off your favorite features and add some bright heels! Amazing shoes make everything look incredible!

SimplySxy: Which is more important in a relationship, fantastic sex or amazing conversation?

MelRose: When it comes to relationships I am not an expert. But in my opinion amazing conversation is more important. Sex is something that can be discussed and improved upon. But personality can not be taught. And I believe it is just as important to be stimulated mentally as physically!

SimplySxy: What is the sexiest thing a guy can do for you?

MelRose: The sexiest thing a guy can do for me is make me laugh. A sense of humor goes a LONG way! A man who can make a girl laugh can (in my opinion) land any woman he wants.

SimplySxy: Before we conclude this interview, share with us your personal thoughts on how you define “sexy”.

MelRose: My personal thoughts on how to “define” sexy can be summed up in one word; “Confidence”. Nothing is sexier on any woman than when she has confidence! I think this world is plagued with insecurity, and if women could find a way to love and empower themselves, and accept that as enough, we would rule the earth! Nothing is sexier then a confident woman!

You can catch MelRose at:
Twitter: @InMelRosePlace
Instagram: @InMelRosePlace

Tumblr: blog.MelRoseOfficial.com

Website: http://melroseofficial.com/

Images courtesy of MelRose

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May 14, 2015
Seoul Fashion Week (Part 2) – Naked Titties

I scan the crowed room and I think to myself: This is it.

The girl sitting next to me gives me a smile; A punk Asian debutante, “Nice.”

I feel welcomed instantly.

She’s wearing plaid-yellow pants, multiple chokers, and a complicated updo. She’s outgoing. The word on the street is that she writes for Seoul magazine. There is another woman behind me who writes for Women’s Wear Daily, and somewhere in the crowd is an older, chic, white woman. I spot her twice. Someone tells me she’s frequented Paris Fashion Week with Rihanna. I’m going to assume that she’s a big wig.

It looks like I’m in good company.

The lights dim and I prepare for my first fashion show. As I sit in anticipation, I think of sex. I usually do. I dig a little deeper and ask myself: What does the modern Korean consider sexy? What will it take to push Korea into naughtier territory? Will harry potter glasses, tennis shoes, and baby doll dresses reign supreme forever, is what I’m asking??

These questions need answers. And as a fake Korean citizen, I demand something sexier for my palate. So bring it on.

Seoul Fashion Week, WOW me.

It’s 13:00 and CANEZOU pops my cherry.

The show opens up with a young girl strutting in ornate victorian garb. She’s holding a dolly. It’s whimsical and sweet and definitely unexpected. The collection reveals itself and …

“What the f***?!”

Um …

Homegirl brings out spandex dresses, neon pink clubwear, and zebra print-trench coats. I’m new to this, but even I can identify a what the f*** moment. As in, What the f*** is going on; Why the f*** am I here?; Does she know where the f*** she is??

Aw, I am so sad.

And yes, it is sexy but I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. To get analytical, It’s reminiscent of Westernized club wear circa 1998. CANEZOU is not the most wearable but it tells a story: Every little girl lives in a fantasy land and then grows into a sexier version of themselves. The club wear is jarring, but it is the interpretation of sexiness as seen through the eyes of a little girl.

Got it.

The fall line is hideous; almost laughable, but I also think Bomin Kim (the creator) is brilliant. She pulled a Warhol on us! Kim takes something terrifying and declares it high art. Who do you know that can tell their story using a tacky clothing, but re-mix it into haute couture?

I don’t know many.

Very, very well done, Kim.

About two hours later I find myself at pushButton, a brand that far surpasses the small fish. It’s blatant commercial appeal, allows for a smooth transition into a world of androgyny.

I love it: Boys that look like girls, who look like boys.

Currently, South Korea’s unisex fashions are framed around a masculine aesthetic. Cute, but not daring nor sexy. Nobody looks sexy wearing oversized everything.

pushButton uses feminity as its core delivery for both men and women.

And it works, the men look extremely feminine, while the women appear more dominant and strong. The look: Cat eyed sunglasses, furry sweaters and power suits for all. The gender-bending playfulness translates into naughty sexuality. It’s been decided: PushButton’s 2014 fall line is disgustingly perfect.

The final designer I witness, after an arduous day of fashions, is Jineteok.

Jineteok doesn’t just push the envelope. Her fall collection takes the envelope, stomps it to the ground, and shits on it. I guess she doesn’t like boxes. Oh, and the titties. Bare titties.

As a Westerner, I am quite pleased and … turned on. The fall 2014 line is comprised of victorian trench coats, polka dots, A- line dresses, and lots of textures for fall. That’s boring though. Nobody’s here for that. We want sex!

The mood shifts with unapologetic nudity; Jineteok is the first designer I see who plays with sheer T-shirts and dresses, all of which leave nothing to the imagination.

Many of her garments are sleeveless, and are a far departure from the aegyo- a traditionally tame and childlike fashion. Her shit was sexy, though! Who knew it would take an older Korean woman to show us the way. I’m inspired, impressed, and a little horny. Like a pizza, Seoul Fashion Week was multi-layered. You can even say it was a microcosm of Korea. There was victorian for the whimsical, unisex-minimalist for trendy, salacious club wear for the slutty, and chic nudity for the sophisicated.

There’s always something for everybody.

Overall, a game well played, Korea.

Images from Seoul Fashion Week courtesy of Danielle Mitchell

April 27, 2014
Seoul Fashion Week (Part 1)

Hello world,

Let me preface this by saying that I am no Anna Wintour. I can barely dress myself without supervision, let alone commentate on fashion or the industry itself.

Make no mistake, that I am a fierce bitch. And like bloodhounds, gays and fashionistas do (italicize do) recognize me.

I am also a new writer, someone with a smidgen of experience. I’m a baby in the field. Yet somehow, I found myself writing about one of the most swank affairs on my side of the continent: Seoul Fashion Week.

Whoever approved this must have been smoking the finest [drugs] … Regardless, I’m a fan of Jesus, and I know he specializes in results. Hence, my arrival at Seoul Fashion Week. This was the very spot where the corps de elite gathered to document new trends; These trends were forged by the same innovators that I was to share oxygen with. In. that. very. space.

Here is my account of said event in all it’s ratchetness. The triumphs. The pitfalls. The elegance and absurdities of it all.

Are you ready?

Do dim the lights, and wear something comfortable, reader. What I am about to give you, is the meat and potatoes of my experience. No chaser.

It’s Sunday; 10am

Today’s the day!

I’m in disbelief. My imaginary entourage and I arrive at the Dongaemun Design Park building. On the outside we remain cool; something cavalier. Internally, our hearts descend into our guts, then into our assholes—which feels about three seconds away from falling out of our bodies. We are not doing well.

We are not doing well at all.

In a moment of pause we remember to breathe; I personally acknowledge that I am a bad bitch from hell, and that I deserve to be here too. This realization allows me to put on my big girl panties, and I solider on.

Time to register.

“Hi! Is this where I check in?” I said in my most blithe, optimistic voice.

“Actually, you can’t register here. You were supposed to do that online?”

The woman saying this has the most monotone voice I’ve ever heard! She’s killinnnng me.

“Uh, I don’t think you’re on the list,” she says.

She must also be psychic because I didn’t give her my name. I guess I don’t look like the fashiony-type? Touché bitch. And I am on the list.

“Nope,” she says.

You see reader? This is the practical joke that is my life! I’m usually a happy girl, but what the hell?! My anxiety begins to creep into me as I fight to keep it tucked away somewhere deep inside of my purse. How can they not let me in? I was formally invited!

I spend the next hour spluttering, confused, and in disbelief. I traveled 3.5 hours to witness the holy grail of fashion innovation and was rejected.

On what basis?!

Despite showing the gentlefolk my passport, invitation, and proof of employment, I find myself sitting outside without fashion. Without material for this article; without everything.

Perhaps they were expecting a confidential invitation written in sheep’s blood. An hour later: The manager arrives, and I argue and fight my way to the entrance. I argue him so hard that I leave HIM stuttering, and confused. I actually feel quite bad.

I guess in every war there are casualties.

It’s after 11 am, and I am victorious. I enter the venue with my press pass in tow. Security accidentally ushers me backstage with the models and designers in completely prohibited territory. Jackpot!

They’re compiling their looks for the show. Photographers with thousands of dollars worth of camera equipment feverishly snap away for the likes of Vogue, W, and Seoul Magazine. I linger a bit longer to take pictures of my own. They become instagram worthy.

The show starts a few minutes later and I’m seated witnessing the greatest show on earth: Front row at my first fashion show.

As I look down at my program I notice Today’s lineup:

CANEZOU
JOHNNY HATES JAZZ
pushBUTTON
JINTEOK
LE QUEEN
Lie Sang Bong
the studio K

And a slew of others. This is my moment. This is what I have dreamt of. This is what it feels like to accomplish something off of your bucket list: Fashion Week.

I am a pervert, so I anxiously await the fashions, and hope that they’re sexy. Let’s see how this goes. My entourage and I put on our Anna Wintour shades and begin to take notes.

The lights dim. The first model steps out and we beg the question:

“Is anything provocative?”

Images from Seoul Fashion Week courtesy of Danielle Mitchell

April 26, 2014