i have never fallen victim to the cyclone that was (or is) the frenzy surrounding sienna miller. i recognized that she was a beautiful actress, with an impeccable sense of style, and my fascination ended there.
i never got caught up in the (surprise?) fact that jude law is the biggest man-whore in hollywood, and that he chose this new up and comer on which to unleash his latest unfaithful, gigolo-like run.
i never got caught up in the (surprise?) fact that jude law is the biggest man-whore in hollywood, and that he chose this new up and comer on which to unleash his latest unfaithful, gigolo-like run.
i kept sienna miller locked up in those super-market tabloid pages until i saw factory girl. this movie fell prey to countless criticisms and its credibility was questioned on numerous occasions (was edie sedgwick ever really with bob dylan?) despite all this, my love for 60's pop art, andy warhol, the factory and his infamous socialite muse was heightened, and my interest in sienna miller grew exponentially.in july of 2007, sienna and her sister savannah premiered a clothing line (just like everyone and their tea-cup chihuahua) but theirs rendered me breathless. having grown up in london, these two fashionable felines combine the perfect mixture of london’s edgy cuts with california’s freer 'boho-chic' silhouettes.
the outcome is intoxicating.
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