Daul Kim

I used to salivate at the news agent every two months, waiting for the new Russh magazine to arrive. I loved the grainy, out-of-focus editorials, the 60s & 70s flavour, the bizarre styling of clothes on models with the bodies of tall, skinny teenagers and the fact that their book reviewer shares my middle name: Pilar. That the magazine is published every two months made snatching up the newest issue even more exciting. But I haven't picked up Russh in a long time. It may be that my taste has changed, or that I've gotten tired of the 60s & 70s flavour, or that no matter how hard I try, as a 29-year-old short girl, I can't identify with clothes that only look good draped on models with the bodies of tall, skinny teenagers. For whatever reason, I needed a break.

I was pleasantly surprised when their November/December 2009 issue caught my eye. The new matte cover done in tones of dusty pink and Daul Kim's proud face were enough to make me hungrily snap up the magazine, just like in the old days.

I'd never heard of Daul Kim before, but I was drawn to her unique face. It's not that often that you see an Asian model on the cover of a western magazine, but there she was: bleach blonde hair lopped crazily on top, bronzed skin, black eyebrows, lanky slim body with legs that reach out to forever, gorgeous blue satin boots, all beautifully topped off with ATTITUDE. I thought, I've found my new favourite model. I also thought, Dear Santa, could I please have those boots for Christmas? I promise to be nice to my sister, within reason. (They're Meadham Kirchhoff, and I'm pretty sure I DON'T love that The-Ring-just-climbed-out-of-a-well-all-creepy-like thing they've got going on with their homepage image).

Here are some shots from the editorial, brazenly scanned from the pages of the magazine. Thanks Russh! I think you're pretty awesome.

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Source: Russh magazine November/December 2009

Over the next few days, I happily thumbed through the pages of the editorial, studying the outfits, her burning stare and of course my new boots. You can imagine my surprise when I read that she had committed suicide.

It makes me feel sad that some people's grip on life is so tenuous. For some people, holding onto life is like holding onto a thick, soft, silky rope. It's easy and comfortable. For other people, it's like holding onto barbed wire. Sometimes they need to let go.

R.I.P. Daul Kim