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<title>{NORTH AMERICA &gt; RENTALS} - **  APARTMENT ** FURNISHED * UTILITIES INCLUDED  *  HARDWOOD  *  WI FI (redwood shores) $1188</title>
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<summary type="text/plain">If you like scenic, tranquil locations, then you have arrived.  

Its $ 500 / mon less than apartments in a noisy complex. And you get to be in an upscale area. 

PERFECT FOR EMPLOYEES OF ORACLE, GILEAD, VISA, EA OR GENENTECH. Beautiful bay views piercing thru garden of oak trees. Very quiet resedential location and only 5 years new. 

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Modern tiled bath with maple cabs 
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This is an In - Law Apartment that is connected to our house in an upscale residential area with its own PRIVATE ENTRANCE. No kids or pets are in the main house making it quiet and clean. This is perfect for the busy professional. 


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Its hassle free so come and check it out ! 

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Its perfect for the busy professional that doesnt have time for bills, maintenance or hassles.  Also, you wont worry about who is moving above, below or on either side of you as you do in apartment complexes.

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Its $ 500 / mon less than apartments in a noisy complex. And you get to be in an upscale area. 

PERFECT FOR EMPLOYEES OF ORACLE, GILEAD, VISA, EA OR GENENTECH. Beautiful bay views piercing thru garden of oak trees. Very quiet resedential location and only 5 years new. 

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Modern tiled bath with maple cabs 
Hardwood floors in bedroom 
Deck with bay views 
Kitchenette 
Parking 
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Quiet and Clean 
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<title>{EUROPE &gt; NEWS AND MEDIA} - Viv Groskop meets Olga Rodionova, the Russian wife who aims to please</title>
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<summary type="text/plain">The moment Olga Rodionova enters Moscow's Vogue Café there is a change in the atmosphere. All the men shift in their seats, their heads raised appreciatively, almost inhaling her. Several make as if to stand up as this six-foot Amazonian redhead sweeps through the room.Olga Rodionova, 34, is a TV presenter, model, actress, businesswoman and the third wife of Sergey Rodionov, a banker and publisher in his late forties who describes himself modestly as one of the poorest oligarchs. They have a 13-year-old daughter. They are best-known, however, in Moscow circles for their unusual hobby. Sergey likes to pay famous photographers to take pictures of his wife in the nude.We meet to talk about her latest incarnation as the star of The Book of Olga. This is a collection of erotic portraits by the acclaimed French photographer Bettina Rheims, published here by Taschen next week. Olga is coy about the details but it is evident that the project was, as ever, funded by husband Sergey. After commissioning cover shoots for the Russian editions of Playboy and FHM, he thought it was time for his wife to appear in a book. One thousand limited-edition copies will be available, each costing £300.Despite her pneumatic figure, Olga does not come across as an exhibitionist: she is coy, softly spoken, girlish. She wears discreet, nude make-up. Only a set of perfectly arched eyebrows betray the level of grooming that must go into her look. Her nude career started as a one-off experiment 10 years ago. She was doing a fashion shoot for a magazine and the photographer suggested she strip. 'I thought, "Why not?" I was afraid, though, and very uncomfortable. But once you've done it, it becomes normal and you don't think anything of it.' After that, she says, the photographers started coming and how do you say no when your husband offers Helmut Newton to photograph you? Over the past 10 years Sergey has commissioned portraits - some of them very explicit - by Newton, David Lachapelle, Peter Lindbergh and Guido Argentini.'By the time I did the first cover for Russian Playboy in 2000, I was comfortable with it,' says Olga. She reels off the photographers she has worked with most recently: Jean-Daniel Lorieux ('he's a friend of Carla Bruni - I love her, don't you?') and Gilles Bensimon (once married to Elle Macpherson). Either they come to Moscow or she travels to wherever they are. She won't be drawn on cost, but it must be hundreds of thousands of pounds.This is not uncommon in wealthy Russian circles: Bettina Rheims says in the past three years she has photographed seven or eight rich Russians who all want the equivalent of a personal Pirelli calendar. 'They want to look sexy and over-the-top,' says Rheims, speaking from her home in Paris. 'And they want to put themselves in danger a little bit.'At first Rheims saw this as just another private commission: 'Olga's husband sent me some pictures of her and they were horrible. I could see that she was pretty but she did look a bit vulgar and common. When I showed them to the hairdresser and stylist I work with they said, "We are going to have to spend quite a few days with her".' But when Olga turned up at Rheims's country home in Normandy, they were all shocked: 'This huge black limo arrived and an amazing pair of long, never-ending legs stepped out. She was really pretty and not cheap at all. And she turned out to be very funny and intelligent. Suddenly an obligation turned into something much more interesting.' Over the next year they did another two more shoots in France and The Book of Olga was born.The book is extraordinarily explicit and shockingly pornographic, some of it borderline offensive.Some photos seem intentionally kitsch. Here is Olga stepping out of an open-topped sports car wearing a leopardskin thong and fetish sandals. There she is lying flat on her back naked in a field of long grass, being ravaged by a lobster. Others are strangely ambiguous. There are black and white poses of her in leather hotpants, zip open at the front, with collar and whip, but looking like a mother smiling at her newborn baby. As Marie Antoinette, complete with beauty spot, Olga looks demure, almost virginal, until you see that she is holding a black dildo. She is naked in most of the photographs, apart from the odd wisp of lace or bondage tie, and an elaborate labial piercing is clearly on show throughout. Olga describes the pictures as representing 'broken glamour - they are fractured images. A friend of mine said, "I didn't think anyone could improve on Madonna's Sex book but you have".'There is something a little disturbing about the project. Olga says: 'Sometimes I had to say to Bettina, "Is this really necessary?" She would say yes. And so with only one or two exceptions we did it. We decided to do something that will go down in history. I love the Marie Antoinette series. It was a completely new image for me, an idea you can play around with. We used the costumes from the Sofia Coppola film and it was all historically correct. 'If someone says to me, "Take your clothes off", I can't do it. I need my motivation. Bettina used to say to me, "Olga, I have a surprise waiting for you". Then if there was a pose I didn't like, we would discuss it. I had to feel comfortable taking my clothes off in front of 20 people. One of the male models had an energy I didn't like so he was removed.'What does her husband think of The Book of Olga? 'He loves it. Although he is a businessman, he is a creative person. I always tell him that he should have gone into the arts. He is a very open person - The Book of Olga is proof of our trust in each other.' She thinks her creative projects have helped their relationship, which she admits is unorthodox. She and Sergey moved in together in 1994 and had a daughter two years later, but didn't marry until 2002. 'People get divorced here a lot, but we've been together 15 years. We are not ordinary people, though. We are separate a lot of the time too, which keeps us interested in each other.' Her daughter knows about her nude pictures but has not seen them. 'She's too young. I will explain it to her in the appropriate language when the time comes.'Like many wealthy Russian men, Olga's husband Sergey shuns the spotlight. He is not keen to be interviewed: we communicate by email. He apologises for his English (which is excellent, if slightly eccentric). He sees these images as liberating for women: 'This is the first book by a great artist [Bettina Rheims] dedicated to an ordinary woman [Olga]. To my mind, it's Bettina's best work because nobody tried to influence her imagination. It provides an assurance for all ladies that beauty does not necessarily coincide with youth only. It is an eternal category.' He is eager to point out, however, that he is not a billionaire 'and I hate throwing money around and showing off'.Olga, however, loves to show off, and wanted to be an actress as a child. Her family was privileged during the Soviet era. Her father was in the Moscow military police and mother was a doctor. Olga studied at the Institute of Management and Law and briefly went into banking, where she met Sergey. Soon after, a friend of hers who owned a clothes shop left for America and she borrowed the money to buy it from him. She later bought the Vivienne Westwood boutique on Moscow's most exclusive shopping street, but closed it in July because it was getting too stressful in the economic climate.She travels constantly, especially in the Middle East, where she buys all her perfumes. She and Sergey have a large apartment in Moscow but she spends a lot of time at their house near Zagreb, Croatia. She prefers Milan and Paris for shopping. When we meet she is dressed demurely in Chanel jeans and a scooped-neck Etro jumper, carrying a Celine bag. Her necklace reads 'Olga': her husband had it specially commissioned. She owes her figure, she says, to the gym and bellydancing. She is careful with her diet: she does not mix food groups, never eating protein and carbohydrates at the same meal. She says she maintains a very small circle of friends. 'I don't like parties. They're just for drinking and talking about nothing.'Her disdain for socialising is understandable: in certain Moscow circles, the Rodionovs are ridiculed as pornographers. 'I do not really care about what people say,' says Sergey. 'In many cases of disapproval, people mostly have their own unresolved problems in their relationships.'For him, these photographs represent Olga's power as a woman and their strength as a married couple. 'This is about the freedom of a woman who dares to appear the way the artist sees her and who is aware of her beauty and strength. She is confident in herself, in her relationship and she is not afraid of what other people will think of her. It is also about the freedom of a man who is so sure in his feelings, in his family and in his relationship with his woman that he fully approves of her self-expression. I would be proud if this book occupies a place in the history of art.'This may sound absurd, but The Book of Olga has already been hailed in the French press as a great work of art. Le Monde placed it in the tradition of the Marquis de Sade and Titian. The French art critic Catherine Millet, best-known for her bestselling memoir The Sexual Life of Catherine M, agreed to write a foreword for the book. Millet compared one of the images to Gustave Courbet's The Origin of the World and describes Olga and Sergey as champions of 'the rights of individual freedom'. Millet describes Olga as being 'almost absent' in the pictures. Rheims agrees that this is what makes the images powerful: 'It was as if she is outside the frame. She is looking at herself being this character - but she is not there. It's her detachment which makes it art.' This is what prevents the book from being 'just another dirty book', says Rheims: 'The strange thing is that Olga never seems to really care about anything: she neither agrees nor disagrees with it and she does not seem to take pleasure from it. That was the strangest thing that I had to deal with: her absence.'She was doing what I told her to do and she was not reluctant at all - but somehow she was not involved. If she hadn't wanted to do it, she would have said no. She is a strong woman. It's not that the husband is saying, "Do this or I'm going to beat you up". I would ask her, "Olga, do you want to do these pictures, because if you don't, I'm not going to take them. Do you want to take your clothes off and open your legs?" And she said, "Yes, of course, otherwise I wouldn't be here". But she takes it as a job. She is like somebody who goes to the factory and they don't dislike it, but they don't have fun either.'This is, of course, what makes this enterprise fascinating: the balance of power between a man who has purchased this role for a wife who is not exactly unwilling but not entirely compliant either. Olga says she is a muse, a model - a vessel for the artist's fantasy. 'I am not in that book. It's not me.' Does it affect her sex life with her husband? 'No. It doesn't affect my personal life,' she answers coldly. 'It's work. You are a muse and you are playing a role.'Not everyone understands this, though, she adds, and that is why the book will not go on sale in Russia. 'These pictures will never be seen here. Our society is not ready for such things. Some people here don't even see photography as an art form. People don't understand here, they can be primitive: they confuse the image with the person. The thing about Russia is that as soon as you pop your head above the parapet, people will slap you down. Someone has already written that a husband should not allow his wife to do this. 'Russia is a patriarchy and men prefer their wives to stay at home under lock and key. No one wants feminism here. My husband knows I could not sit at home doing nothing. Besides, I would not be interesting to him if I did that.'Olga is enigmatic (which is perhaps how her husband likes it). While we talk about her life, she does appear curiously detached, as if she is talking about someone else. Bettina Rheims adds that she never quite got to understand her: 'Olga is very different from the other Russians I have photographed and we have become great friends - but they were all pretty crazy. It's a crazy moment for Russia and they are all going bankrupt now so it's probably even more bizarre. Russians are always so over the top and extravagant. They are fun, generous and exuberant. I can't complain about any of the private jobs I've done there - because they're into anything. In Russia you can go much further in your fantasies and I found a kind of generosity in that.'Sergey and Olga both hope she can continue doing these kinds of shoots for years to come. 'I did this because it was Bettina Rheims,' says Olga. 'I have no shame or embarrassment about it. Lots of beautiful women have been photographed naked: Madonna, Monica Bellucci, Claudia Schiffer. That naked photo of Carla Bruni has been round the world and no one thinks any less of her for it. But I do understand that it's not for everybody and that a lot of people have complexes about their body.' I am still not convinced she is doing this entirely for herself. She admits that her favourite set is by the fashion photographer Sante D'Orazio: 'I'm fully dressed in all of them. I look at my most glamorous when I'm wearing clothes.' However, her husband Sergey adds: 'I would love Olga to continue doing nude photography because it perfectly confirms my privileges. She would always be trying to look her best and take care of her body - to my benefit.' ? The Book of Olga is published by Taschen at £300RelationshipsPhotographyguardian.co.uk © Guardian News &amp; Media Limited 2008 | Use of this content is subject to our Terms &amp; Conditions | More Feeds
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<td width="100%" style="font:9pt Verdana,Arial,Sans-serif;vertical-align:top;"><span style="color:#808080;font-variant:small-caps;">Www.Guardian.Co.Uk</span> - The moment Olga Rodionova enters Moscow's Vogue Café there is a change in the atmosphere. All the men shift in their seats, their heads raised appreciatively, almost inhaling her. Several make as if to stand up as this six-foot Amazonian redhead sweeps through the room.Olga Rodionova, 34, is a TV presenter, model, actress, businesswoman and the third wife of Sergey Rodionov, a banker and publisher in his late forties who describes himself modestly as one of the poorest oligarchs. They have a 13-year-old daughter. They are best-known, however, in Moscow circles for their unusual hobby. Sergey likes to pay famous photographers to take pictures of his wife in the nude.We meet to talk about her latest incarnation as the star of The Book of Olga. This is a collection of erotic portraits by the acclaimed French photographer Bettina Rheims, published here by Taschen next week. Olga is coy about the details but it is evident that the project was, as ever, funded by husband Sergey. After commissioning cover shoots for the Russian editions of Playboy and FHM, he thought it was time for his wife to appear in a book. One thousand limited-edition copies will be available, each costing £300.Despite her pneumatic figure, Olga does not come across as an exhibitionist: she is coy, softly spoken, girlish. She wears discreet, nude make-up. Only a set of perfectly arched eyebrows betray the level of grooming that must go into her look. Her nude career started as a one-off experiment 10 years ago. She was doing a fashion shoot for a magazine and the photographer suggested she strip. 'I thought, "Why not?" I was afraid, though, and very uncomfortable. But once you've done it, it becomes normal and you don't think anything of it.' After that, she says, the photographers started coming and how do you say no when your husband offers Helmut Newton to photograph you? Over the past 10 years Sergey has commissioned portraits - some of them very explicit - by Newton, David Lachapelle, Peter Lindbergh and Guido Argentini.'By the time I did the first cover for Russian Playboy in 2000, I was comfortable with it,' says Olga. She reels off the photographers she has worked with most recently: Jean-Daniel Lorieux ('he's a friend of Carla Bruni - I love her, don't you?') and Gilles Bensimon (once married to Elle Macpherson). Either they come to Moscow or she travels to wherever they are. She won't be drawn on cost, but it must be hundreds of thousands of pounds.This is not uncommon in wealthy Russian circles: Bettina Rheims says in the past three years she has photographed seven or eight rich Russians who all want the equivalent of a personal Pirelli calendar. 'They want to look sexy and over-the-top,' says Rheims, speaking from her home in Paris. 'And they want to put themselves in danger a little bit.'At first Rheims saw this as just another private commission: 'Olga's husband sent me some pictures of her and they were horrible. I could see that she was pretty but she did look a bit vulgar and common. When I showed them to the hairdresser and stylist I work with they said, "We are going to have to spend quite a few days with her".' But when Olga turned up at Rheims's country home in Normandy, they were all shocked: 'This huge black limo arrived and an amazing pair of long, never-ending legs stepped out. She was really pretty and not cheap at all. And she turned out to be very funny and intelligent. Suddenly an obligation turned into something much more interesting.' Over the next year they did another two more shoots in France and The Book of Olga was born.The book is extraordinarily explicit and shockingly pornographic, some of it borderline offensive.Some photos seem intentionally kitsch. Here is Olga stepping out of an open-topped sports car wearing a leopardskin thong and fetish sandals. There she is lying flat on her back naked in a field of long grass, being ravaged by a lobster. Others are strangely ambiguous. There are black and white poses of her in leather hotpants, zip open at the front, with collar and whip, but looking like a mother smiling at her newborn baby. As Marie Antoinette, complete with beauty spot, Olga looks demure, almost virginal, until you see that she is holding a black dildo. She is naked in most of the photographs, apart from the odd wisp of lace or bondage tie, and an elaborate labial piercing is clearly on show throughout. Olga describes the pictures as representing 'broken glamour - they are fractured images. A friend of mine said, "I didn't think anyone could improve on Madonna's Sex book but you have".'There is something a little disturbing about the project. Olga says: 'Sometimes I had to say to Bettina, "Is this really necessary?" She would say yes. And so with only one or two exceptions we did it. We decided to do something that will go down in history. I love the Marie Antoinette series. It was a completely new image for me, an idea you can play around with. We used the costumes from the Sofia Coppola film and it was all historically correct. 'If someone says to me, "Take your clothes off", I can't do it. I need my motivation. Bettina used to say to me, "Olga, I have a surprise waiting for you". Then if there was a pose I didn't like, we would discuss it. I had to feel comfortable taking my clothes off in front of 20 people. One of the male models had an energy I didn't like so he was removed.'What does her husband think of The Book of Olga? 'He loves it. Although he is a businessman, he is a creative person. I always tell him that he should have gone into the arts. He is a very open person - The Book of Olga is proof of our trust in each other.' She thinks her creative projects have helped their relationship, which she admits is unorthodox. She and Sergey moved in together in 1994 and had a daughter two years later, but didn't marry until 2002. 'People get divorced here a lot, but we've been together 15 years. We are not ordinary people, though. We are separate a lot of the time too, which keeps us interested in each other.' Her daughter knows about her nude pictures but has not seen them. 'She's too young. I will explain it to her in the appropriate language when the time comes.'Like many wealthy Russian men, Olga's husband Sergey shuns the spotlight. He is not keen to be interviewed: we communicate by email. He apologises for his English (which is excellent, if slightly eccentric). He sees these images as liberating for women: 'This is the first book by a great artist [Bettina Rheims] dedicated to an ordinary woman [Olga]. To my mind, it's Bettina's best work because nobody tried to influence her imagination. It provides an assurance for all ladies that beauty does not necessarily coincide with youth only. It is an eternal category.' He is eager to point out, however, that he is not a billionaire 'and I hate throwing money around and showing off'.Olga, however, loves to show off, and wanted to be an actress as a child. Her family was privileged during the Soviet era. Her father was in the Moscow military police and mother was a doctor. Olga studied at the Institute of Management and Law and briefly went into banking, where she met Sergey. Soon after, a friend of hers who owned a clothes shop left for America and she borrowed the money to buy it from him. She later bought the Vivienne Westwood boutique on Moscow's most exclusive shopping street, but closed it in July because it was getting too stressful in the economic climate.She travels constantly, especially in the Middle East, where she buys all her perfumes. She and Sergey have a large apartment in Moscow but she spends a lot of time at their house near Zagreb, Croatia. She prefers Milan and Paris for shopping. When we meet she is dressed demurely in Chanel jeans and a scooped-neck Etro jumper, carrying a Celine bag. Her necklace reads 'Olga': her husband had it specially commissioned. She owes her figure, she says, to the gym and bellydancing. She is careful with her diet: she does not mix food groups, never eating protein and carbohydrates at the same meal. She says she maintains a very small circle of friends. 'I don't like parties. They're just for drinking and talking about nothing.'Her disdain for socialising is understandable: in certain Moscow circles, the Rodionovs are ridiculed as pornographers. 'I do not really care about what people say,' says Sergey. 'In many cases of disapproval, people mostly have their own unresolved problems in their relationships.'For him, these photographs represent Olga's power as a woman and their strength as a married couple. 'This is about the freedom of a woman who dares to appear the way the artist sees her and who is aware of her beauty and strength. She is confident in herself, in her relationship and she is not afraid of what other people will think of her. It is also about the freedom of a man who is so sure in his feelings, in his family and in his relationship with his woman that he fully approves of her self-expression. I would be proud if this book occupies a place in the history of art.'This may sound absurd, but The Book of Olga has already been hailed in the French press as a great work of art. Le Monde placed it in the tradition of the Marquis de Sade and Titian. The French art critic Catherine Millet, best-known for her bestselling memoir The Sexual Life of Catherine M, agreed to write a foreword for the book. Millet compared one of the images to Gustave Courbet's The Origin of the World and describes Olga and Sergey as champions of 'the rights of individual freedom'. Millet describes Olga as being 'almost absent' in the pictures. Rheims agrees that this is what makes the images powerful: 'It was as if she is outside the frame. She is looking at herself being this character - but she is not there. It's her detachment which makes it art.' This is what prevents the book from being 'just another dirty book', says Rheims: 'The strange thing is that Olga never seems to really care about anything: she neither agrees nor disagrees with it and she does not seem to take pleasure from it. That was the strangest thing that I had to deal with: her absence.'She was doing what I told her to do and she was not reluctant at all - but somehow she was not involved. If she hadn't wanted to do it, she would have said no. She is a strong woman. It's not that the husband is saying, "Do this or I'm going to beat you up". I would ask her, "Olga, do you want to do these pictures, because if you don't, I'm not going to take them. Do you want to take your clothes off and open your legs?" And she said, "Yes, of course, otherwise I wouldn't be here". But she takes it as a job. She is like somebody who goes to the factory and they don't dislike it, but they don't have fun either.'This is, of course, what makes this enterprise fascinating: the balance of power between a man who has purchased this role for a wife who is not exactly unwilling but not entirely compliant either. Olga says she is a muse, a model - a vessel for the artist's fantasy. 'I am not in that book. It's not me.' Does it affect her sex life with her husband? 'No. It doesn't affect my personal life,' she answers coldly. 'It's work. You are a muse and you are playing a role.'Not everyone understands this, though, she adds, and that is why the book will not go on sale in Russia. 'These pictures will never be seen here. Our society is not ready for such things. Some people here don't even see photography as an art form. People don't understand here, they can be primitive: they confuse the image with the person. The thing about Russia is that as soon as you pop your head above the parapet, people will slap you down. Someone has already written that a husband should not allow his wife to do this. 'Russia is a patriarchy and men prefer their wives to stay at home under lock and key. No one wants feminism here. My husband knows I could not sit at home doing nothing. Besides, I would not be interesting to him if I did that.'Olga is enigmatic (which is perhaps how her husband likes it). While we talk about her life, she does appear curiously detached, as if she is talking about someone else. Bettina Rheims adds that she never quite got to understand her: 'Olga is very different from the other Russians I have photographed and we have become great friends - but they were all pretty crazy. It's a crazy moment for Russia and they are all going bankrupt now so it's probably even more bizarre. Russians are always so over the top and extravagant. They are fun, generous and exuberant. I can't complain about any of the private jobs I've done there - because they're into anything. In Russia you can go much further in your fantasies and I found a kind of generosity in that.'Sergey and Olga both hope she can continue doing these kinds of shoots for years to come. 'I did this because it was Bettina Rheims,' says Olga. 'I have no shame or embarrassment about it. Lots of beautiful women have been photographed naked: Madonna, Monica Bellucci, Claudia Schiffer. That naked photo of Carla Bruni has been round the world and no one thinks any less of her for it. But I do understand that it's not for everybody and that a lot of people have complexes about their body.' I am still not convinced she is doing this entirely for herself. She admits that her favourite set is by the fashion photographer Sante D'Orazio: 'I'm fully dressed in all of them. I look at my most glamorous when I'm wearing clothes.' However, her husband Sergey adds: 'I would love Olga to continue doing nude photography because it perfectly confirms my privileges. She would always be trying to look her best and take care of her body - to my benefit.' ? The Book of Olga is published by Taschen at £300RelationshipsPhotographyguardian.co.uk © Guardian News & Media Limited 2008 | Use of this content is subject to our Terms & Conditions | More Feeds
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<summary type="text/plain">It's been the biggest fashion story of the year and it's had nothing to do with harem pants, the coat versus the cape, or the alluring comeback of the brogue. An industry not known for its crises of confidence has been forced to ask itself some uncomfortable questions. Might there be something nearing apartheid inside the pages of the glossy magazines and on the runways of the international designer collections? Is fashion racist? The debate - some say long overdue - would not have been kick-started without a woman called Bethann Hardison. The first black saleswoman in the Garment District of New York in the Sixties and a runway model in the Seventies, she spent the Eighties and Nineties as one of the few black women with her own modelling agency (for black and white clients). She's so celebrated in the business that she's known mostly by her first name only, like Naomi and Iman, to each of whom she also happens to be a long-time confidante and mentor. Over the past 14 months she's held campaign meetings in New York to speak out about a subject that has been largely taboo in the fashion industry. These are protest groups like no other - a cross between a rumbustious church service and the coolest party you have ever been to. Here, the likes of Naomi Campbell, Liya Kebede, Iman, Tyson Beckford and Veronica Webb squeeze into a room with some of the fashion world's biggest players such as André Leon Talley, editor-at-large of American Vogue and designer Vera Wang, as well as casting agents, stylists and representatives from the modelling agencies. At each meeting, Hardison sits at the front and beckons people she knows to stand up and speak. 'I knew I could make things happen,' she says. 'I knew I could make the rest of the industry feel self-conscious about what was going on.' Over the months her audiences revealed a fashion white-out - design houses that hadn't used a black model for a decade; issue after issue of American Vogue without a single black model on the fashion pages. Casting agents who stipulate 'No ethnics' this season. Magazine editors who say black covers don't sell. Caption writers who get the few black models who are successful mixed up. Designers who, out of a total of 30 models, use only two who are black because, 'If it's more than two it becomes a Black Thing'. Black models paid less than their white counterparts. As Iman said at one of the early groups: 'In any other industry it would be racism and you'd be taken to court for it.'Hardison had actually sold her agency and stepped out of fashion, preferring, she says, to lie in a hammock in Mexico and dance salsa with pretty skinny Latino boys. (She is, it swiftly transpires, not a typical sixtysomething. She won't tell me her exact age. 'Not even my doctor knows that!' she hoots.) It was Naomi Campbell who persuaded her to come out of retirement to organise the events. 'Every couple of months she'd ring me and say, "There are no black girls out there. You've got to do something!"' Hardison was in a unique position. She'd retired, which meant she had nothing to gain financially. She knew everyone. She was respected and well liked in a business renowned for being fickle and as ingrained with ego and jealousy as a designer logo on a leather handbag. Eventually she decided to act. She emailed Iman. 'Did you realise that, over the past decade, black models have been reduced to a category? Call me.'We sit in her small apartment near Bryant Park in New York, a short walk from the Garment District where she started out working for a button company. Paintings, mostly of black women, line the walls; there's a large framed poster from Andy Warhol's American Indian Series. She is, she tells me, exhausted. Something to do with the fact that yesterday she held another campaign meeting, and that she's fasting because it is the month of Ramadan. What irks her most about the lack of diversity on the catwalks is the fact that 'we'd had it before and it had disappeared'. In the late 70s and early 80s, she recalls, on the back of the black civil-rights movement, catwalks and magazines were often more diverse than they are now; black models were the stars.'Once you've climbed to the top of the mountain you don't expect to be back at the bottom again. It's like once you've seen Paris it's hard to go back to the farm. We had been there. We had achieved all of this' - she sits up straighter, tilting her chin imperiously and I catch a glimpse of how arresting she must have been as a 20-something woman striding down a runway for Oscar de la Renta or Halston - 'and we'd disappeared'.Casual observers might wonder why this issue is important, why anyone cares who's wearing a £2,500 coat in a magazine fashion spread or on a catwalk since most of us will never be able to afford it anyway. According to Hardison: 'Fashion should be a reflection of society. I want my industry to be as modern as the next one. And my industry is the least modern of them all. Fashion isn't just about the way a dress moves.' The concern is that a generation of girls, both black and white, will grow up thinking there is only one - white - benchmark for beauty.It seems astonishing to think that, in two days' time, America may elect its first black president, but the editor of a glossy magazine might still think twice about putting a beautiful black woman on the front cover. Or even, indeed, on the inside pages, thanks to the current fascination with celebrity that means a famous person (usually a white, fake-tanned one) bags the cover slot. Thus the number of new, well-known black or Asian models has shrunk to a handful: Jourdan Dunn, Chanel Iman, Sessilee Lopez, Georgie Badiel. On Forbes magazine's 2007 list of the 15 top-earning models, only one - Liya Kebede - was black.Trying to work out why fashion seems to have gone backwards on diversity is complex.Everyone blames everyone else - model agencies blame casting directors, magazine editors blame readers, designers blame model agencies. The reasons range from the aesthetic to the more insidious.'I don't think in terms of black and white,' stylist Katie Grand tells me. 'I just think about who is going to look best in the clothes.' The fashion designer Katharine Hamnett claims to be baffled by the situation. 'The strange thing is that Caucasian girls actually got the short straw. Very few of them are model material. Black girls and Indian girls have far better faces and far better figures than white girls, period. I remember taking my kids to India and looking out of the bus window and saying, "My God, this is like a model casting". Why white girls remain so popular is a mystery to me, whether it's because consumers are mostly white, or aspire to be white, I don't know.'In America, where 30 per cent of the population is non-white and where black women spend a colossal $20 billion on fashion and cosmetics, the issue is particularly sensitive. Other American media, including some hit television dramas, reflect a society that is racially mixed, but the fashion industry remains as pale as a partially cooked chicken drumstick. American Vogue, with a readership of two million, has, in particular been criticised for its scarcity of black images.'We still have reactionary forces in this country,' says Veronica Webb, one of the most successful black American models in the Eighties and the first to land a major cosmetics contract for Revlon. 'And they are part of our power base. It's our national ailment. To be told "no" simply because of your colour means you are screwed ... And it wasn't even so bad for me because I am very mixed - part black, part African, part Latino.' Nevertheless she recalls being turned down for a job for a leading French design house. 'The photographer, who was a friend, told me the client didn't want their accessories to become status symbols in the black community.'I repeat this story to other black commentators in the industry and it's so typical they don't even sound surprised. Former model Beverly Bond has set up a group for black teenage girls called 'Black Girls Rock', an attempt to attach a slogan to the protest in the same way that 'Black is Beautiful' did in the Seventies. 'I've been to auditions where they automatically turn away the black girls without even looking at their books. It's racist. Imagine them behaving that way if I went to a job interview. It's amazing how far behind the fashion world is and how they can get away with being so blatant about it.'She's given up modelling and become a well-known DJ instead. 'In the end black models get disheartened by it. No matter how hot you look, you are never going to be hot enough.'In July, no doubt partly because of Bethann Hardison's campaign, Italian Vogue published what they called 'a black issue'. Every page of editorial was devoted to black beauty (while the advertising remained almost universally white). It included many of the best black models of the past 30 years, from ground-breakers like Pat Cleveland to Jourdan Dunn, said to be the new Naomi Campbell. (It seems there's little chance of there being room for two very successful black models at the same time.) The result was dazzling, although the website Gawker noted wryly: 'Never has the racism issue looked so stunning.'For the first time in its history the magazine sold out, helped by a campaign on Facebook by black readers starved of the black image for long enough. The issue made newspaper headlines on both sides of the Atlantic. Commentators said it showed, finally, that the black image could sell. Critics noted that the majority of the models were pale-skinned, their hair often slicked back or hidden in a turban. True, black women don't all look the same - and thinking they do is part of the problem - but there were few images of darker skin and natural afro hair. With a circulation of 145,000, Italian Vogue's readership is edgy and niche. Editor Franca Sozzani can afford to take risks. Rivals may have sat up and taken notice but most probably thought, 'Fabulous publicity. I wish I'd thought of that!' And then carried on as before.Some felt that it was too little too late. 'There's nothing I like more than to see beautiful black people,' says Rebecca Carroll, author of Sugar in the Raw, about black teenage girls in America, 'but it felt a bit like black history month - "Now we've done it we don't have to worry about it again".' Black stylist and fashion editor Edward Enninful disagrees. He worked on the issue: 'I'd love it if fashion was 50/50 between black and white. But you have to think in terms of baby steps. In the end little drops make an ocean.'Whenever designers and stylists enter the debate many talk about the cyclical nature of the business and how trends come and go. However, even if this is the case, change is achingly slow. Katie Grand worked on five shows last season and struggled to find the quality of black models she wanted. 'I think the agencies could do more,' she says. 'I saw every girl but there were very few black girls.' At Louis Vuitton, out of a total of 54 models, she used only four that were black. At the recent collections in September Chanel still had no black models; nor did Yohji Yamamoto, Giorgio Armani, Marni or Jil Sander. Balenciaga, Gucci, Christian Lacroix and Prada had one each. The vast majority used just two or three (at least, everyone said, it was better than last year) although many were only seen on the runway once. Jean Paul Gaultier and Vivienne Westwood, famously fans of a mixed cabine, broke through the 20 per cent ceiling. One up-and-coming designer, Sophie Theallet, stood out - her whole show was made up of only black models. It was a success but, as she tells me: 'I told nobody beforehand - only my husband and the people closest to me at work. It was too risky. I didn't want anyone telling me it was not a good idea.' And this in a spring/summer collection when, as Bethann Hardison points out, black models traditionally do much better. 'The bright colours against the dark skin ...' she says, rolling her eyes. When she was an agent she used to ring up the design houses and say: 'You know we do wear clothes in winter time?'People in the fashion and media industry who know Bethann describe her as an icon. Admittedly fashion has its fair share of luvviness, but watch her at her meetings and the affection people feel for her is obvious. Both inspiring and outspoken without being self-righteous, she's able to rouse and provoke in equal measure, poking fun at a business that she clearly loves but one which takes itself rather too seriously at times. However, her background had little to do with designer shops on Madison Avenue. Hardison's father, a practising Muslim, was a supervisor in the local housing authority. After her parents separated she was looked after by her mother and grandmother who were domestics in Brooklyn. 'You've got to leave Brooklyn,' she says, 'to be proud of where you come from.' Her mother loved the local bar scene, dancing and dressing up - 'Though in those days, the Fifties, everybody dressed in the same silhouette, whether they were black or white.' Hardison fell pregnant at the age of 18 - 'I had never had sex before and I got pregnant on the first time, which is the worst thing in the world.' When her baby son, Kadeem, was small, her mother and grandmother looked after him (he grew up to become a successful actor, based in Los Angeles) and for a while she had a mixture of jobs working at a telephone company and in a prison before she found a position in a firm that made hand-painted buttons for design houses.She'd inherited her mother's sense of style. 'That first day I wore a white straw hat, a one-off white suit, slingback shoes. The owner was worried I'd get covered in paint so he decided I could be the one to take the buttons to the designers.' It would be true to say she never looked back. Hardison worked her way up through an industry that back then was focused on a few streets in midtown Manhattan. She was an assistant for a dress company, which meant she was secretary, receptionist and book-keeper. Finally two Jewish women who ran a salon allowed her to be the first black saleswoman in the Garment District. The idea of a white woman with money to spend being shown the collection in the showroom by a black woman was unheard of.Hardison's hair was cropped short, as it is now. She was also very skinny. 'Boy was I skinny! Big eyes. I looked like I was from Biafra.' Her unusual look came to the attention of some of the designers she met at work. 'I wasn't a pretty girl but there was something about me that attracted them.' Her debut as a model was in the early Seventies for a designer called Chester Weinberg. The audience, made up of industry buyers, was wholly white. 'They looked stunned. I looked like a little African girl. There were a few other girls of colour but they had a sort of bounce about them. I was just straight.' By the third outfit the uproar was so loud, she could barely get to the end of the room. 'I was dying inside. I wanted to walk right through the door onto the subway and go home. But somehow I kept my head up and it became a point of defiance. I wouldn't let them see how much they hurt me. That became my style. They had never seen anyone who looked like me but that defiance changed the way models could look.'It wasn't long before black models were in demand. 'They called us the black stallions. Black or white it didn't matter. It was a great time because it was so creative and stylish and bohemian. You didn't have to have lots of money to be at the party.' Sensibly - and Hardison, you come to realise, has a very sensible head on those shoulders - she never gave up her day job. By this time she was working as a design assistant. She knew everyone from the Studio 54 crowd to Truman Capote, Jerry Hall to Woody Allen, but, as she says: 'There wasn't a lot of bullcrap then. All you had to do was have interesting dinner-party conversation.'A man once told her she was too busy to be committed to a relationship and, though she was married twice, neither marriage lasted long. In the Eighties she decided to start her own modelling agency. She found premises in the then unfashionable SoHo area of New York. 'As a black businesswoman you can't believe anyone is taking you seriously because you have no one before you who has done what you are doing. It's like walking down the Yellow Brick Road before it's been laid.' She would run the agency for 21 years and set up a pressure group called Black Girls' Coalition with Iman. By the time she sold up there may not have been parity between white and black models but she imagined she'd done enough.The industry changed with the influx of Eastern-European models. Bewitching-looking women: tall, translucent, angular, with flinty cheekbones and piercing eyes. 'They flooded the market,' says Carole White, who owns Premier Model Management. 'They are beautiful, but it is a bland beauty. It's a certain look. We can all spot it.' As a reaction to the reign of the supermodels, labels like Jil Sander and Prada wanted anonymous faces. 'It was almost as though they were revolted by what they had created,' says Michael Gross, the author of Model: The Ugly Business of Beautiful Women. According to Hardison: 'The model was reduced to a coathanger.' Of 200 models on White's books, only seven are black or Asian women and she says they have to work twice as hard to get the jobs. White thinks that fashion has become dominated by a white aesthetic that goes beyond the designers. 'Photographers used to be apprenticed for five years. They would learn about lighting and printing,' she explains. 'The thing is that now they probably use digital cameras and don't know how to light a black girl. It's the same with make-up artists. Black make-up artists like Pat McGrath work magic on white models but you don't see it the other way around. It's probably ignorance, and they are probably frightened. They just don't know how to do it.' There is an unspoken presumption that white readers want white models, white women only want to see an image of themselves on the catwalks. It's what academics call 'the white hegemony' and it's so casual if you're white you don't even notice it. But might the pundits be talking down to their consumers?'Editors say customers won't have it, it won't sell,' says Barbara Summers, a black model in the Seventies and the author of Black and Beautiful and Open the Unusual Door. 'But it's self-defeating. They're projecting their own failure and using black people to make the excuse. It's just cowardice. The irony is that the industry is shrinking in the current financial crisis. It can't grow again if it stays stuck in these past ideas. You can't expand your customer base if you only make products for white girls.' The result, according to Rebecca Carroll, is black teenage girls growing up thinking that they're not admired, a sense that goes beyond what they see in the mirror. 'It's painful,' she says. 'No one likes to be excluded and they grow up thinking they don't exist, therefore people don't care.'Even if one goes along with the view that Italian Vogue was, as Enninful says, 'historic and monumental', look through this month's bunch of British monthly glossies and you'd be hard pressed to find any black images. Editors often maintain that the number of black models they include proportionately matches the population. However, in this month's British glossies, the main fashion spreads are universally white. When you do see black models in magazines the same tropes are repeated again and again, says Zoe Whitley. She is a curator and visiting fellow at Sussex University, whose MA thesis was about blackness in Vogue. In mainstream magazines there is traditionally a proliferation of leopard-print and other animalistic symbols. Certain postures are popular - crawling, leaping in the air and smiling. There are lots of accessories and jewellery and colours that deliberately show up the contrast between fabric and skin - vivid reds, turquoise, white. 'The stories can be stunning,' says Whitley, 'but you don't often get a sense that you'd see a black model in a story about tweed, or a muted palette.' The alternative is to create an atmosphere of exoticism by putting a white model in a foreign environment like an African country or India. 'She becomes exotic and they don't even have to resort to using a black model.'Whitley has a theory that, when a black image is used on the front of a glossy magazine it is often in February, traditionally the lowest-selling month anyway. 'The poor sales become a self-fulfilling prophesy.' As a young woman growing up in Washington and Los Angeles, her family would rush out to buy any magazine with a black person on the front. They imagined they could boost sales single-handed.The lack of black images prompts some commentators to wonder whether magazines are interested in black readers at all. Fashion is a business and like all businesses it goes where it thinks the money is. 'This is a commercial industry,' says Michael Gross, 'run by a bunch of old people. Their job is not to change the world, it is to sell frocks. It's not racism. It's not even unconscious racism. It's an utter cluelessness about the real world.'There is a view, though, that if Senator Barack Obama does win on Tuesday, the response will be profound, even on cosseted, inward-looking Planet Fashion. Michelle Obama has wowed the industry with her fashion instincts. She's already reinvented the way a potential First Lady can dress. She might soon be the most sought-after woman on any glossy magazine front cover anywhere in the world. True, she's not a model but it could mark a sea change. 'It will be a wake-up call,' says Gross. 'The reaction in the fashion business will be a blatant and almost laughable attempt to catch up. Such is this craven industry and such is the way they behave.'CatwalkFashionguardian.co.uk © Guardian News &amp; Media Limited 2008 | Use of this content is subject to our Terms &amp; Conditions | More Feeds</summary>
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<td width="100%" style="font:9pt Verdana,Arial,Sans-serif;vertical-align:top;"><span style="color:#808080;font-variant:small-caps;">Www.Guardian.Co.Uk</span> - It's been the biggest fashion story of the year and it's had nothing to do with harem pants, the coat versus the cape, or the alluring comeback of the brogue. An industry not known for its crises of confidence has been forced to ask itself some uncomfortable questions. Might there be something nearing apartheid inside the pages of the glossy magazines and on the runways of the international designer collections? Is fashion racist? The debate - some say long overdue - would not have been kick-started without a woman called Bethann Hardison. The first black saleswoman in the Garment District of New York in the Sixties and a runway model in the Seventies, she spent the Eighties and Nineties as one of the few black women with her own modelling agency (for black and white clients). She's so celebrated in the business that she's known mostly by her first name only, like Naomi and Iman, to each of whom she also happens to be a long-time confidante and mentor. Over the past 14 months she's held campaign meetings in New York to speak out about a subject that has been largely taboo in the fashion industry. These are protest groups like no other - a cross between a rumbustious church service and the coolest party you have ever been to. Here, the likes of Naomi Campbell, Liya Kebede, Iman, Tyson Beckford and Veronica Webb squeeze into a room with some of the fashion world's biggest players such as André Leon Talley, editor-at-large of American Vogue and designer Vera Wang, as well as casting agents, stylists and representatives from the modelling agencies. At each meeting, Hardison sits at the front and beckons people she knows to stand up and speak. 'I knew I could make things happen,' she says. 'I knew I could make the rest of the industry feel self-conscious about what was going on.' Over the months her audiences revealed a fashion white-out - design houses that hadn't used a black model for a decade; issue after issue of American Vogue without a single black model on the fashion pages. Casting agents who stipulate 'No ethnics' this season. Magazine editors who say black covers don't sell. Caption writers who get the few black models who are successful mixed up. Designers who, out of a total of 30 models, use only two who are black because, 'If it's more than two it becomes a Black Thing'. Black models paid less than their white counterparts. As Iman said at one of the early groups: 'In any other industry it would be racism and you'd be taken to court for it.'Hardison had actually sold her agency and stepped out of fashion, preferring, she says, to lie in a hammock in Mexico and dance salsa with pretty skinny Latino boys. (She is, it swiftly transpires, not a typical sixtysomething. She won't tell me her exact age. 'Not even my doctor knows that!' she hoots.) It was Naomi Campbell who persuaded her to come out of retirement to organise the events. 'Every couple of months she'd ring me and say, "There are no black girls out there. You've got to do something!"' Hardison was in a unique position. She'd retired, which meant she had nothing to gain financially. She knew everyone. She was respected and well liked in a business renowned for being fickle and as ingrained with ego and jealousy as a designer logo on a leather handbag. Eventually she decided to act. She emailed Iman. 'Did you realise that, over the past decade, black models have been reduced to a category? Call me.'We sit in her small apartment near Bryant Park in New York, a short walk from the Garment District where she started out working for a button company. Paintings, mostly of black women, line the walls; there's a large framed poster from Andy Warhol's American Indian Series. She is, she tells me, exhausted. Something to do with the fact that yesterday she held another campaign meeting, and that she's fasting because it is the month of Ramadan. What irks her most about the lack of diversity on the catwalks is the fact that 'we'd had it before and it had disappeared'. In the late 70s and early 80s, she recalls, on the back of the black civil-rights movement, catwalks and magazines were often more diverse than they are now; black models were the stars.'Once you've climbed to the top of the mountain you don't expect to be back at the bottom again. It's like once you've seen Paris it's hard to go back to the farm. We had been there. We had achieved all of this' - she sits up straighter, tilting her chin imperiously and I catch a glimpse of how arresting she must have been as a 20-something woman striding down a runway for Oscar de la Renta or Halston - 'and we'd disappeared'.Casual observers might wonder why this issue is important, why anyone cares who's wearing a £2,500 coat in a magazine fashion spread or on a catwalk since most of us will never be able to afford it anyway. According to Hardison: 'Fashion should be a reflection of society. I want my industry to be as modern as the next one. And my industry is the least modern of them all. Fashion isn't just about the way a dress moves.' The concern is that a generation of girls, both black and white, will grow up thinking there is only one - white - benchmark for beauty.It seems astonishing to think that, in two days' time, America may elect its first black president, but the editor of a glossy magazine might still think twice about putting a beautiful black woman on the front cover. Or even, indeed, on the inside pages, thanks to the current fascination with celebrity that means a famous person (usually a white, fake-tanned one) bags the cover slot. Thus the number of new, well-known black or Asian models has shrunk to a handful: Jourdan Dunn, Chanel Iman, Sessilee Lopez, Georgie Badiel. On Forbes magazine's 2007 list of the 15 top-earning models, only one - Liya Kebede - was black.Trying to work out why fashion seems to have gone backwards on diversity is complex.Everyone blames everyone else - model agencies blame casting directors, magazine editors blame readers, designers blame model agencies. The reasons range from the aesthetic to the more insidious.'I don't think in terms of black and white,' stylist Katie Grand tells me. 'I just think about who is going to look best in the clothes.' The fashion designer Katharine Hamnett claims to be baffled by the situation. 'The strange thing is that Caucasian girls actually got the short straw. Very few of them are model material. Black girls and Indian girls have far better faces and far better figures than white girls, period. I remember taking my kids to India and looking out of the bus window and saying, "My God, this is like a model casting". Why white girls remain so popular is a mystery to me, whether it's because consumers are mostly white, or aspire to be white, I don't know.'In America, where 30 per cent of the population is non-white and where black women spend a colossal $20 billion on fashion and cosmetics, the issue is particularly sensitive. Other American media, including some hit television dramas, reflect a society that is racially mixed, but the fashion industry remains as pale as a partially cooked chicken drumstick. American Vogue, with a readership of two million, has, in particular been criticised for its scarcity of black images.'We still have reactionary forces in this country,' says Veronica Webb, one of the most successful black American models in the Eighties and the first to land a major cosmetics contract for Revlon. 'And they are part of our power base. It's our national ailment. To be told "no" simply because of your colour means you are screwed ... And it wasn't even so bad for me because I am very mixed - part black, part African, part Latino.' Nevertheless she recalls being turned down for a job for a leading French design house. 'The photographer, who was a friend, told me the client didn't want their accessories to become status symbols in the black community.'I repeat this story to other black commentators in the industry and it's so typical they don't even sound surprised. Former model Beverly Bond has set up a group for black teenage girls called 'Black Girls Rock', an attempt to attach a slogan to the protest in the same way that 'Black is Beautiful' did in the Seventies. 'I've been to auditions where they automatically turn away the black girls without even looking at their books. It's racist. Imagine them behaving that way if I went to a job interview. It's amazing how far behind the fashion world is and how they can get away with being so blatant about it.'She's given up modelling and become a well-known DJ instead. 'In the end black models get disheartened by it. No matter how hot you look, you are never going to be hot enough.'In July, no doubt partly because of Bethann Hardison's campaign, Italian Vogue published what they called 'a black issue'. Every page of editorial was devoted to black beauty (while the advertising remained almost universally white). It included many of the best black models of the past 30 years, from ground-breakers like Pat Cleveland to Jourdan Dunn, said to be the new Naomi Campbell. (It seems there's little chance of there being room for two very successful black models at the same time.) The result was dazzling, although the website Gawker noted wryly: 'Never has the racism issue looked so stunning.'For the first time in its history the magazine sold out, helped by a campaign on Facebook by black readers starved of the black image for long enough. The issue made newspaper headlines on both sides of the Atlantic. Commentators said it showed, finally, that the black image could sell. Critics noted that the majority of the models were pale-skinned, their hair often slicked back or hidden in a turban. True, black women don't all look the same - and thinking they do is part of the problem - but there were few images of darker skin and natural afro hair. With a circulation of 145,000, Italian Vogue's readership is edgy and niche. Editor Franca Sozzani can afford to take risks. Rivals may have sat up and taken notice but most probably thought, 'Fabulous publicity. I wish I'd thought of that!' And then carried on as before.Some felt that it was too little too late. 'There's nothing I like more than to see beautiful black people,' says Rebecca Carroll, author of Sugar in the Raw, about black teenage girls in America, 'but it felt a bit like black history month - "Now we've done it we don't have to worry about it again".' Black stylist and fashion editor Edward Enninful disagrees. He worked on the issue: 'I'd love it if fashion was 50/50 between black and white. But you have to think in terms of baby steps. In the end little drops make an ocean.'Whenever designers and stylists enter the debate many talk about the cyclical nature of the business and how trends come and go. However, even if this is the case, change is achingly slow. Katie Grand worked on five shows last season and struggled to find the quality of black models she wanted. 'I think the agencies could do more,' she says. 'I saw every girl but there were very few black girls.' At Louis Vuitton, out of a total of 54 models, she used only four that were black. At the recent collections in September Chanel still had no black models; nor did Yohji Yamamoto, Giorgio Armani, Marni or Jil Sander. Balenciaga, Gucci, Christian Lacroix and Prada had one each. The vast majority used just two or three (at least, everyone said, it was better than last year) although many were only seen on the runway once. Jean Paul Gaultier and Vivienne Westwood, famously fans of a mixed cabine, broke through the 20 per cent ceiling. One up-and-coming designer, Sophie Theallet, stood out - her whole show was made up of only black models. It was a success but, as she tells me: 'I told nobody beforehand - only my husband and the people closest to me at work. It was too risky. I didn't want anyone telling me it was not a good idea.' And this in a spring/summer collection when, as Bethann Hardison points out, black models traditionally do much better. 'The bright colours against the dark skin ...' she says, rolling her eyes. When she was an agent she used to ring up the design houses and say: 'You know we do wear clothes in winter time?'People in the fashion and media industry who know Bethann describe her as an icon. Admittedly fashion has its fair share of luvviness, but watch her at her meetings and the affection people feel for her is obvious. Both inspiring and outspoken without being self-righteous, she's able to rouse and provoke in equal measure, poking fun at a business that she clearly loves but one which takes itself rather too seriously at times. However, her background had little to do with designer shops on Madison Avenue. Hardison's father, a practising Muslim, was a supervisor in the local housing authority. After her parents separated she was looked after by her mother and grandmother who were domestics in Brooklyn. 'You've got to leave Brooklyn,' she says, 'to be proud of where you come from.' Her mother loved the local bar scene, dancing and dressing up - 'Though in those days, the Fifties, everybody dressed in the same silhouette, whether they were black or white.' Hardison fell pregnant at the age of 18 - 'I had never had sex before and I got pregnant on the first time, which is the worst thing in the world.' When her baby son, Kadeem, was small, her mother and grandmother looked after him (he grew up to become a successful actor, based in Los Angeles) and for a while she had a mixture of jobs working at a telephone company and in a prison before she found a position in a firm that made hand-painted buttons for design houses.She'd inherited her mother's sense of style. 'That first day I wore a white straw hat, a one-off white suit, slingback shoes. The owner was worried I'd get covered in paint so he decided I could be the one to take the buttons to the designers.' It would be true to say she never looked back. Hardison worked her way up through an industry that back then was focused on a few streets in midtown Manhattan. She was an assistant for a dress company, which meant she was secretary, receptionist and book-keeper. Finally two Jewish women who ran a salon allowed her to be the first black saleswoman in the Garment District. The idea of a white woman with money to spend being shown the collection in the showroom by a black woman was unheard of.Hardison's hair was cropped short, as it is now. She was also very skinny. 'Boy was I skinny! Big eyes. I looked like I was from Biafra.' Her unusual look came to the attention of some of the designers she met at work. 'I wasn't a pretty girl but there was something about me that attracted them.' Her debut as a model was in the early Seventies for a designer called Chester Weinberg. The audience, made up of industry buyers, was wholly white. 'They looked stunned. I looked like a little African girl. There were a few other girls of colour but they had a sort of bounce about them. I was just straight.' By the third outfit the uproar was so loud, she could barely get to the end of the room. 'I was dying inside. I wanted to walk right through the door onto the subway and go home. But somehow I kept my head up and it became a point of defiance. I wouldn't let them see how much they hurt me. That became my style. They had never seen anyone who looked like me but that defiance changed the way models could look.'It wasn't long before black models were in demand. 'They called us the black stallions. Black or white it didn't matter. It was a great time because it was so creative and stylish and bohemian. You didn't have to have lots of money to be at the party.' Sensibly - and Hardison, you come to realise, has a very sensible head on those shoulders - she never gave up her day job. By this time she was working as a design assistant. She knew everyone from the Studio 54 crowd to Truman Capote, Jerry Hall to Woody Allen, but, as she says: 'There wasn't a lot of bullcrap then. All you had to do was have interesting dinner-party conversation.'A man once told her she was too busy to be committed to a relationship and, though she was married twice, neither marriage lasted long. In the Eighties she decided to start her own modelling agency. She found premises in the then unfashionable SoHo area of New York. 'As a black businesswoman you can't believe anyone is taking you seriously because you have no one before you who has done what you are doing. It's like walking down the Yellow Brick Road before it's been laid.' She would run the agency for 21 years and set up a pressure group called Black Girls' Coalition with Iman. By the time she sold up there may not have been parity between white and black models but she imagined she'd done enough.The industry changed with the influx of Eastern-European models. Bewitching-looking women: tall, translucent, angular, with flinty cheekbones and piercing eyes. 'They flooded the market,' says Carole White, who owns Premier Model Management. 'They are beautiful, but it is a bland beauty. It's a certain look. We can all spot it.' As a reaction to the reign of the supermodels, labels like Jil Sander and Prada wanted anonymous faces. 'It was almost as though they were revolted by what they had created,' says Michael Gross, the author of Model: The Ugly Business of Beautiful Women. According to Hardison: 'The model was reduced to a coathanger.' Of 200 models on White's books, only seven are black or Asian women and she says they have to work twice as hard to get the jobs. White thinks that fashion has become dominated by a white aesthetic that goes beyond the designers. 'Photographers used to be apprenticed for five years. They would learn about lighting and printing,' she explains. 'The thing is that now they probably use digital cameras and don't know how to light a black girl. It's the same with make-up artists. Black make-up artists like Pat McGrath work magic on white models but you don't see it the other way around. It's probably ignorance, and they are probably frightened. They just don't know how to do it.' There is an unspoken presumption that white readers want white models, white women only want to see an image of themselves on the catwalks. It's what academics call 'the white hegemony' and it's so casual if you're white you don't even notice it. But might the pundits be talking down to their consumers?'Editors say customers won't have it, it won't sell,' says Barbara Summers, a black model in the Seventies and the author of Black and Beautiful and Open the Unusual Door. 'But it's self-defeating. They're projecting their own failure and using black people to make the excuse. It's just cowardice. The irony is that the industry is shrinking in the current financial crisis. It can't grow again if it stays stuck in these past ideas. You can't expand your customer base if you only make products for white girls.' The result, according to Rebecca Carroll, is black teenage girls growing up thinking that they're not admired, a sense that goes beyond what they see in the mirror. 'It's painful,' she says. 'No one likes to be excluded and they grow up thinking they don't exist, therefore people don't care.'Even if one goes along with the view that Italian Vogue was, as Enninful says, 'historic and monumental', look through this month's bunch of British monthly glossies and you'd be hard pressed to find any black images. Editors often maintain that the number of black models they include proportionately matches the population. However, in this month's British glossies, the main fashion spreads are universally white. When you do see black models in magazines the same tropes are repeated again and again, says Zoe Whitley. She is a curator and visiting fellow at Sussex University, whose MA thesis was about blackness in Vogue. In mainstream magazines there is traditionally a proliferation of leopard-print and other animalistic symbols. Certain postures are popular - crawling, leaping in the air and smiling. There are lots of accessories and jewellery and colours that deliberately show up the contrast between fabric and skin - vivid reds, turquoise, white. 'The stories can be stunning,' says Whitley, 'but you don't often get a sense that you'd see a black model in a story about tweed, or a muted palette.' The alternative is to create an atmosphere of exoticism by putting a white model in a foreign environment like an African country or India. 'She becomes exotic and they don't even have to resort to using a black model.'Whitley has a theory that, when a black image is used on the front of a glossy magazine it is often in February, traditionally the lowest-selling month anyway. 'The poor sales become a self-fulfilling prophesy.' As a young woman growing up in Washington and Los Angeles, her family would rush out to buy any magazine with a black person on the front. They imagined they could boost sales single-handed.The lack of black images prompts some commentators to wonder whether magazines are interested in black readers at all. Fashion is a business and like all businesses it goes where it thinks the money is. 'This is a commercial industry,' says Michael Gross, 'run by a bunch of old people. Their job is not to change the world, it is to sell frocks. It's not racism. It's not even unconscious racism. It's an utter cluelessness about the real world.'There is a view, though, that if Senator Barack Obama does win on Tuesday, the response will be profound, even on cosseted, inward-looking Planet Fashion. Michelle Obama has wowed the industry with her fashion instincts. She's already reinvented the way a potential First Lady can dress. She might soon be the most sought-after woman on any glossy magazine front cover anywhere in the world. True, she's not a model but it could mark a sea change. 'It will be a wake-up call,' says Gross. 'The reaction in the fashion business will be a blatant and almost laughable attempt to catch up. Such is this craven industry and such is the way they behave.'CatwalkFashionguardian.co.uk © Guardian News & Media Limited 2008 | Use of this content is subject to our Terms & Conditions | More Feeds<blockquote style="background:#FAFAFA;border:1px dotted #E6E6E6;font:italic 10pt Times New Roman;padding:9px;">			Black. Beautiful. 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<summary type="text/plain">"Welcome to The Border Inn", reads the sign in Philip Ross's hands. A nice touch, but not entirely necessary. He is wearing a fleece printed with huskies. Even without the dogs emblazoned across his chest, we would have clocked him at Kuusamo airport immediately. He stands stock still amid a gaggle of over-excited ski reps, who flirt with each other and brandish clipboards at new arrivals. As they shepherd their charges into coaches bound for the ski resort of Ruka, we jump into Philip's 4x4, destination: somewhere near the Russian border. Perhaps the husky sweatshirt is ironic, I think, as we head east along an arrow straight, icy road. But it soon becomes clear that dog sledding is not just a livelihood for Philip, it's an all-consuming obsession. He talks of nothing else. The journey passes quickly with tales of arduous sled races, a rundown of the individual characteristics of (almost) all of his 67 dogs and reminiscences about dogs he's loved and lost. An hour later, ensconced in the pine-clad basement of The Border Inn, Philip's home and our base for the week, the first thing he does is switch on the telly. "There's something I want to show you," he says. It's a video of him dog sledding. With a Boney M soundtrack. Well, there's no doubting the man's authenticity. Which is reassuring when you're about to set off on a four-day dog-sledding expedition into the wild. The plan is to travel in a big loop, averaging 30-35km a day and spending the night in remote cabins. But first we have to get naked. Philip; his friend Ant, a former client who loved the experience so much he came back to help out; young Rob, whose parents gave him the trip as an 18th birthday present; my boyfriend, Rory; and Richard, a retired architect, all pile into the sauna. I'm invited to sauna with Philip's wife, Mira, and their two young daughters. I try to hide my awkwardness at meeting someone for the first time starkers, and make small talk in the 100C heat. The next morning, we pull on our snowsuits for the first time and head out to meet the dogs. There are traditional white huskies with piercing blue eyes, but also smaller, black Norwegian huskies, and grandest of all, gorgeous Freddy, the top dog, half setter, half Siberian husky. The dogs are adorable, bright-eyed, sleek-coated and frisky. They snarl at each other but are pushovers with people.Father Christmas-style sleds are dragged out of storage and the dogs are let out of their enclosures. Thirty-five huskies charge towards us, barking, yelping, howling and haring up and down the driveway like they're on doggy speed. It's chaos. The four of us are introduced to our own teams and handed a bundle of harnesses. This is the moment I realise that behind Philip's gruffness is a sense of humour. My boyfriend's team includes three sisters: Wibble, Wobble and Wu. I am laughing so much watching him race around the yard, shouting "Wibble! Wobble! Wu!", that I can barely hold on to the dogs, let alone harness them up. After what feels like hours, the dogs are paired and matched to their sleds and we're ready to roll. They are making even more of a racket now, straining on the ropes. Finally, we get the signal from Philip, I raise my foot, the sled hurtles forward, the canine chorus abates, and we're off. Silence. We fly out of the gate and into the forest and suddenly I get it. It's the most amazing feeling, gliding through this fairytale land where everything is pure and white and glittery. The world looks like it's been frozen forever. The fir trees are tall and crisp and splendid in their white coats, the branches sparkling like Christmas decorations. It's hard to imagine that the spell will be broken and that the snow-laden trees glinting in the sun or the frozen lakes as smooth and delectable as icing will ever defrost and come back to life. The practice run lasts an hour and much to our surprise, no-one falls off. When it's time to turn back I feel like a kid who doesn't want to go home for tea - I want to stay out and play in this wonderland. But we head back to the lodge, where Mira is preparing reindeer stew with lingenberries. It's the only time we see reindeer during the entire week.Day two is the big one - the start of our adventure. We take the bare necessities, most of which are blocks of frozen meat for the dogs, although I'm pleased to see beer and wine count as necessities. Same routine: the dogs go bonkers, barking for 45 minutes until we finally set off. The sled jerks forward and whoosh, we're weaving through the forest and out onto the empty expanse of the lake.Each of us drives our own sled, pulled by six dogs. We travel in single file, with Philip up ahead, dead cool, smoking and listening to his iPod. I wonder what's on it. Boney M? Motivational music for mushers? For the rest of us, the world is silent, as if someone's pressed the mute button. It is utterly, unnervingly still too. There's no breeze, nothing moves, not even the spindliest twig. The track varies, at times cutting through woods where we duck low branches, then out again into the emptiness; occasionally, we come to a hill and have to get off the sleds and run behind, jumping back on just in time before it hurtles down the other side, the wind bringing tears to our eyes. The air is so cold and fresh it smells of metal. After four hours we turn into a wood, and find ourselves outside a log cabin. Inside it's as snug and inviting as Goldilocks'. We're knackered. Standing on the back of a sled for four hours is surprisingly tiring. But chores come first - it's down to the lake to collect water. If Bear Grylls were here he'd probably crack the ice with his bare hands, and have a quick dip for good measure. We bore down with a giant drill and fill two old milk pails with the brown-coloured but clean water. Standing in the middle of the lake, I wonder aloud what it looks like in summer. "Where there's trees, that's woods, and where there ain't no trees, that's water," comes Ant's retort. Stupid question, I guess. The "bedroom", with a double bed and a bunk on top, is just off the dining room table. It's spacious compared with the cubby hole in the eaves above the sauna that Richard has to sleep in. He emerges the next morning pink faced - he's been slow-cooked in his sleeping bag overnight. Philip's three favourite dogs are allowed into the cabin; they curl up on the floor, doubling up as foot warmers. With six of us, the three dogs, the sauna fired up, candles lit and dinner on the go, the cabin soon heats up until it's positively steamy and we start to shed layers. The guys troop into the sauna, and out 20 minutes later dripping sweat. There's not a whole lot to do in a cabin in the middle of nowhere. You can go ice-fishing with a comedy, Noddy-sized rod and toddler-sized stool - and a lot of patience. The likelihood of a bite seems miniscule. Or you can eat, convinced you need to double your normal calorie-intake to stave off the cold. No sooner have we scoffed tea and hotdogs on our arrival, than dinner is served, massive plates of pasta or curry or stew. The next day I wake up freezing. It's -7 outside and -5 inside. Cold, but not cold enough, according to Philip. The ideal for dog racing is -20 - warmer weather makes the dogs lethargic. The temperature seems to slow us down, too. It takes us about four hours to get ready - about three of which involve us getting dressed, layer upon thermal layer, until we're wrapped up like Michelin men and bumble out of the cabin. We eventually set off at midday. Hello, white world! A day driving the sleds has made us more confident, but no more adept. One by one, we fall off. At one point I turn round to see an empty ghost-sled flying through the forest, with Richard nowhere to be seen. He emerges five minutes later cadging a lift with Ant. Rounding a corner, I tip over into a snow drift, and lie there flailing like an upturned beetle. Watson, Sherlock and the rest of my dog team are long gone. I lollop after them in knee-deep snow. Our second lodge is a pretty dove-grey cabin. It too is like something out of a storybook. Five single beds in a row pull down from the wall but instead of the three bears, the six of us and the dogs have to squeeze onto the beds. Cosy is the operative word. Someone snores until they're prodded and told to shut up. I wake up to the sight of Ant's naked backside a few feet from my face. "Morning!" he chimes. Bare bums are less alarming than the smell of the dogs. Three large dogs, a protein rich diet, small enclosed space . . . I'll spare you the details, but it's not pleasant. Outside, where the rest of the pack lie chained up in pairs, the snow is far from pure. I walk around with a scarf wrapped round my face until we're well away and back in the wilderness where all is pure and clean. Philip thinks I'm a complete wuss.Once we're on the way, the dogs know exactly where they're going. Thank goodness. It would be impossible to navigate your way through this nothingness. There are no distinguishing features, just mile upon mile of white under a grey sky. Occasionally we come across a wooden border post marking the frontier with Russia, and on the third day we spot a lookout post but see no guards. In fact, we see no one, full stop. And no wildlife, bar the occasional snow grouse and a lone woodpecker. On the final day, we pass through a wooded area that Philip has dubbed the Martian Army, where the snow is particularly thick on the trees, making them look like strange creatures marching up and over the hill. It's spectacularly pretty but also slightly sinister, as if the trees are closing in on us. We stop for photos but don't hang around. Instead we career downhill on our way back to the main lodge, almost taking off as we gather speed. To welcome us back, Mira has prepared a celebratory meal - lamb fillets and red wine. The conversation, of course, is about the dogs. Philip's off again, going over the details of next weekend's race, the gruelling 320km Pasvik Trail. But this time, I listen and understand why he is so excited, for I too want to experience once more the lurch of the sled and the thrill of being pulled into that soundless, white world.Way to goGetting thereA seven-night dog sledding trip from The Border Inn (theborderinn.com) costs £1,350pp land only, inc all food and equipment, available between December 21 2008 and April 19 2009, through Spirit of Adventure (01822 88027, spirit-of-adventure.com). You can try cross-country skiing or snow-shoeing on the final day at a nearby centre. There's also a sledding and snowmobiling break. Spirit of Adventure can arrange flights to Kuusamo from Gatwick from £250 rtn. Further informationvisitfinland.com.Dreaming of a white Christmas?Pyrenees, France Why should skiers have all the fun? Strap a pair of snowshoes on and you too can reach higher ground with spectacular views of the surrounding peaks. Based at La Feniere, a cosy five-room mountain lodge, Exodus's Winter Walk and Snowshoe tour comprises eight days of walks, where, if necessary, the guides will find snow by heading for higher ground.   ? Departs on Dec 21, returning on Dec 28. From £725pp inc flights, accommodation, most food, snowshoes and guide (0845 863 9601, exodus.co.uk).RussiaYou'll have to wrap up warm, but it's worth it for a Russian Christmas. On The Go's group tour starts in Moscow, taking in Red Square, Gorky Park and the Kremlin, before heading across the wintry landscape via the ancient town of Pskov to St Petersburg and its Hermitage Collection and Winter Palace. Christmas Day in the Pskov area involves a morning at the stunning 14th century Pechory monastery, followed by ice-skating or cross-country ski. Naturally, there'll be no shortage of vodka to stave off the cold.? Nine-day Christmas, Kremlins &amp; Tsars tour departs on Dec 20 and costs from £838pp, inc return flights but not visas - about an extra £105 (020 7371 1113, onthegotours.com).Kander Valley, SwitzerlandChristmas in picture-book Kandersteg includes horse-drawn sleigh rides, torchlit strolls, a fondue evening and a gala dinner on Christmas Eve. Santa will pay a visit, bearing gifts for the children. There are plenty of activities for non-skiers too, including winter walking, snow-shoeing and curling.? Five nights' half board at the Hotel Victoria, departing on Dec 21, from £828pp (children 2-5 from £290), inc flights from Heathrow and transfers, 01653 617906, inntravel.co.uk.Reykjavik, IcelandDuring the festive season, Reykjavik is aglow with hundreds of lights and plays host to numerous concerts. Then there's the legendary nightlife, which steps up a gear at this time of year.? The four-night Festive Reykjavik tour break from £786pp including flights, transfers, accommodation at the Radisson SAS Hotel Saga on a B&B basis and tours. Discover The World (01737 218 800, discover-the-world.co.uk)Cappadocia, TurkeyIn winter, when the bizarre rock formations are covered in snow, the otherworldly landscape of Cappadocia, one of the world's oldest inhabited places, looks even more magical than usual. Stay in a cave hotel such as the 16-room Kelebek or the luxurious Serinn House, and emerge from your Troglodyte dwelling for hot-air balloon rides over the snowy moonscapes and excursions to hidden valleys, the underground city of Kaymaklo, the citadel of Uchisar and frescoed churches carved out of the rock. ? A week including two hot air balloon flights, two full-day tours (with lunch) and transfers starts at £770pp, excluding flights (020 8761 5605, journeyanatolia.com).FinlandAdventure travelWinter sportsHotelsSelf-cateringFranceRussiaSwitzerlandChristmas and New YearReykjavikChristmas marketsIcelandFlightsguardian.co.uk © Guardian News &amp; Media Limited 2008 | Use of this content is subject to our Terms &amp; Conditions | More Feeds</summary>
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<td width="100%" style="font:9pt Verdana,Arial,Sans-serif;vertical-align:top;"><span style="color:#808080;font-variant:small-caps;">Www.Guardian.Co.Uk</span> - "Welcome to The Border Inn", reads the sign in Philip Ross's hands. A nice touch, but not entirely necessary. He is wearing a fleece printed with huskies. Even without the dogs emblazoned across his chest, we would have clocked him at Kuusamo airport immediately. He stands stock still amid a gaggle of over-excited ski reps, who flirt with each other and brandish clipboards at new arrivals. As they shepherd their charges into coaches bound for the ski resort of Ruka, we jump into Philip's 4x4, destination: somewhere near the Russian border. Perhaps the husky sweatshirt is ironic, I think, as we head east along an arrow straight, icy road. But it soon becomes clear that dog sledding is not just a livelihood for Philip, it's an all-consuming obsession. He talks of nothing else. The journey passes quickly with tales of arduous sled races, a rundown of the individual characteristics of (almost) all of his 67 dogs and reminiscences about dogs he's loved and lost. An hour later, ensconced in the pine-clad basement of The Border Inn, Philip's home and our base for the week, the first thing he does is switch on the telly. "There's something I want to show you," he says. It's a video of him dog sledding. With a Boney M soundtrack. Well, there's no doubting the man's authenticity. Which is reassuring when you're about to set off on a four-day dog-sledding expedition into the wild. The plan is to travel in a big loop, averaging 30-35km a day and spending the night in remote cabins. But first we have to get naked. Philip; his friend Ant, a former client who loved the experience so much he came back to help out; young Rob, whose parents gave him the trip as an 18th birthday present; my boyfriend, Rory; and Richard, a retired architect, all pile into the sauna. I'm invited to sauna with Philip's wife, Mira, and their two young daughters. I try to hide my awkwardness at meeting someone for the first time starkers, and make small talk in the 100C heat. The next morning, we pull on our snowsuits for the first time and head out to meet the dogs. There are traditional white huskies with piercing blue eyes, but also smaller, black Norwegian huskies, and grandest of all, gorgeous Freddy, the top dog, half setter, half Siberian husky. The dogs are adorable, bright-eyed, sleek-coated and frisky. They snarl at each other but are pushovers with people.Father Christmas-style sleds are dragged out of storage and the dogs are let out of their enclosures. Thirty-five huskies charge towards us, barking, yelping, howling and haring up and down the driveway like they're on doggy speed. It's chaos. The four of us are introduced to our own teams and handed a bundle of harnesses. This is the moment I realise that behind Philip's gruffness is a sense of humour. My boyfriend's team includes three sisters: Wibble, Wobble and Wu. I am laughing so much watching him race around the yard, shouting "Wibble! Wobble! Wu!", that I can barely hold on to the dogs, let alone harness them up. After what feels like hours, the dogs are paired and matched to their sleds and we're ready to roll. They are making even more of a racket now, straining on the ropes. Finally, we get the signal from Philip, I raise my foot, the sled hurtles forward, the canine chorus abates, and we're off. Silence. We fly out of the gate and into the forest and suddenly I get it. It's the most amazing feeling, gliding through this fairytale land where everything is pure and white and glittery. The world looks like it's been frozen forever. The fir trees are tall and crisp and splendid in their white coats, the branches sparkling like Christmas decorations. It's hard to imagine that the spell will be broken and that the snow-laden trees glinting in the sun or the frozen lakes as smooth and delectable as icing will ever defrost and come back to life. The practice run lasts an hour and much to our surprise, no-one falls off. When it's time to turn back I feel like a kid who doesn't want to go home for tea - I want to stay out and play in this wonderland. But we head back to the lodge, where Mira is preparing reindeer stew with lingenberries. It's the only time we see reindeer during the entire week.Day two is the big one - the start of our adventure. We take the bare necessities, most of which are blocks of frozen meat for the dogs, although I'm pleased to see beer and wine count as necessities. Same routine: the dogs go bonkers, barking for 45 minutes until we finally set off. The sled jerks forward and whoosh, we're weaving through the forest and out onto the empty expanse of the lake.Each of us drives our own sled, pulled by six dogs. We travel in single file, with Philip up ahead, dead cool, smoking and listening to his iPod. I wonder what's on it. Boney M? Motivational music for mushers? For the rest of us, the world is silent, as if someone's pressed the mute button. It is utterly, unnervingly still too. There's no breeze, nothing moves, not even the spindliest twig. The track varies, at times cutting through woods where we duck low branches, then out again into the emptiness; occasionally, we come to a hill and have to get off the sleds and run behind, jumping back on just in time before it hurtles down the other side, the wind bringing tears to our eyes. The air is so cold and fresh it smells of metal. After four hours we turn into a wood, and find ourselves outside a log cabin. Inside it's as snug and inviting as Goldilocks'. We're knackered. Standing on the back of a sled for four hours is surprisingly tiring. But chores come first - it's down to the lake to collect water. If Bear Grylls were here he'd probably crack the ice with his bare hands, and have a quick dip for good measure. We bore down with a giant drill and fill two old milk pails with the brown-coloured but clean water. Standing in the middle of the lake, I wonder aloud what it looks like in summer. "Where there's trees, that's woods, and where there ain't no trees, that's water," comes Ant's retort. Stupid question, I guess. The "bedroom", with a double bed and a bunk on top, is just off the dining room table. It's spacious compared with the cubby hole in the eaves above the sauna that Richard has to sleep in. He emerges the next morning pink faced - he's been slow-cooked in his sleeping bag overnight. Philip's three favourite dogs are allowed into the cabin; they curl up on the floor, doubling up as foot warmers. With six of us, the three dogs, the sauna fired up, candles lit and dinner on the go, the cabin soon heats up until it's positively steamy and we start to shed layers. The guys troop into the sauna, and out 20 minutes later dripping sweat. There's not a whole lot to do in a cabin in the middle of nowhere. You can go ice-fishing with a comedy, Noddy-sized rod and toddler-sized stool - and a lot of patience. The likelihood of a bite seems miniscule. Or you can eat, convinced you need to double your normal calorie-intake to stave off the cold. No sooner have we scoffed tea and hotdogs on our arrival, than dinner is served, massive plates of pasta or curry or stew. The next day I wake up freezing. It's -7 outside and -5 inside. Cold, but not cold enough, according to Philip. The ideal for dog racing is -20 - warmer weather makes the dogs lethargic. The temperature seems to slow us down, too. It takes us about four hours to get ready - about three of which involve us getting dressed, layer upon thermal layer, until we're wrapped up like Michelin men and bumble out of the cabin. We eventually set off at midday. Hello, white world! A day driving the sleds has made us more confident, but no more adept. One by one, we fall off. At one point I turn round to see an empty ghost-sled flying through the forest, with Richard nowhere to be seen. He emerges five minutes later cadging a lift with Ant. Rounding a corner, I tip over into a snow drift, and lie there flailing like an upturned beetle. Watson, Sherlock and the rest of my dog team are long gone. I lollop after them in knee-deep snow. Our second lodge is a pretty dove-grey cabin. It too is like something out of a storybook. Five single beds in a row pull down from the wall but instead of the three bears, the six of us and the dogs have to squeeze onto the beds. Cosy is the operative word. Someone snores until they're prodded and told to shut up. I wake up to the sight of Ant's naked backside a few feet from my face. "Morning!" he chimes. Bare bums are less alarming than the smell of the dogs. Three large dogs, a protein rich diet, small enclosed space . . . I'll spare you the details, but it's not pleasant. Outside, where the rest of the pack lie chained up in pairs, the snow is far from pure. I walk around with a scarf wrapped round my face until we're well away and back in the wilderness where all is pure and clean. Philip thinks I'm a complete wuss.Once we're on the way, the dogs know exactly where they're going. Thank goodness. It would be impossible to navigate your way through this nothingness. There are no distinguishing features, just mile upon mile of white under a grey sky. Occasionally we come across a wooden border post marking the frontier with Russia, and on the third day we spot a lookout post but see no guards. In fact, we see no one, full stop. And no wildlife, bar the occasional snow grouse and a lone woodpecker. On the final day, we pass through a wooded area that Philip has dubbed the Martian Army, where the snow is particularly thick on the trees, making them look like strange creatures marching up and over the hill. It's spectacularly pretty but also slightly sinister, as if the trees are closing in on us. We stop for photos but don't hang around. Instead we career downhill on our way back to the main lodge, almost taking off as we gather speed. To welcome us back, Mira has prepared a celebratory meal - lamb fillets and red wine. The conversation, of course, is about the dogs. Philip's off again, going over the details of next weekend's race, the gruelling 320km Pasvik Trail. But this time, I listen and understand why he is so excited, for I too want to experience once more the lurch of the sled and the thrill of being pulled into that soundless, white world.Way to goGetting thereA seven-night dog sledding trip from The Border Inn (theborderinn.com) costs £1,350pp land only, inc all food and equipment, available between December 21 2008 and April 19 2009, through Spirit of Adventure (01822 88027, spirit-of-adventure.com). You can try cross-country skiing or snow-shoeing on the final day at a nearby centre. There's also a sledding and snowmobiling break. Spirit of Adventure can arrange flights to Kuusamo from Gatwick from £250 rtn. Further informationvisitfinland.com.Dreaming of a white Christmas?Pyrenees, France Why should skiers have all the fun? Strap a pair of snowshoes on and you too can reach higher ground with spectacular views of the surrounding peaks. Based at La Feniere, a cosy five-room mountain lodge, Exodus's Winter Walk and Snowshoe tour comprises eight days of walks, where, if necessary, the guides will find snow by heading for higher ground.   ? Departs on Dec 21, returning on Dec 28. From £725pp inc flights, accommodation, most food, snowshoes and guide (0845 863 9601, exodus.co.uk).RussiaYou'll have to wrap up warm, but it's worth it for a Russian Christmas. On The Go's group tour starts in Moscow, taking in Red Square, Gorky Park and the Kremlin, before heading across the wintry landscape via the ancient town of Pskov to St Petersburg and its Hermitage Collection and Winter Palace. Christmas Day in the Pskov area involves a morning at the stunning 14th century Pechory monastery, followed by ice-skating or cross-country ski. Naturally, there'll be no shortage of vodka to stave off the cold.? Nine-day Christmas, Kremlins & Tsars tour departs on Dec 20 and costs from £838pp, inc return flights but not visas - about an extra £105 (020 7371 1113, onthegotours.com).Kander Valley, SwitzerlandChristmas in picture-book Kandersteg includes horse-drawn sleigh rides, torchlit strolls, a fondue evening and a gala dinner on Christmas Eve. Santa will pay a visit, bearing gifts for the children. There are plenty of activities for non-skiers too, including winter walking, snow-shoeing and curling.? Five nights' half board at the Hotel Victoria, departing on Dec 21, from £828pp (children 2-5 from £290), inc flights from Heathrow and transfers, 01653 617906, inntravel.co.uk.Reykjavik, IcelandDuring the festive season, Reykjavik is aglow with hundreds of lights and plays host to numerous concerts. Then there's the legendary nightlife, which steps up a gear at this time of year.? The four-night Festive Reykjavik tour break from £786pp including flights, transfers, accommodation at the Radisson SAS Hotel Saga on a B&B basis and tours. Discover The World (01737 218 800, discover-the-world.co.uk)Cappadocia, TurkeyIn winter, when the bizarre rock formations are covered in snow, the otherworldly landscape of Cappadocia, one of the world's oldest inhabited places, looks even more magical than usual. Stay in a cave hotel such as the 16-room Kelebek or the luxurious Serinn House, and emerge from your Troglodyte dwelling for hot-air balloon rides over the snowy moonscapes and excursions to hidden valleys, the underground city of Kaymaklo, the citadel of Uchisar and frescoed churches carved out of the rock. ? A week including two hot air balloon flights, two full-day tours (with lunch) and transfers starts at £770pp, excluding flights (020 8761 5605, journeyanatolia.com).FinlandAdventure travelWinter sportsHotelsSelf-cateringFranceRussiaSwitzerlandChristmas and New YearReykjavikChristmas marketsIcelandFlightsguardian.co.uk © Guardian News & Media Limited 2008 | Use of this content is subject to our Terms & Conditions | More Feeds<blockquote style="background:#FAFAFA;border:1px dotted #E6E6E6;font:italic 10pt Times New Roman;padding:9px;">			Isabel Choat goes dog-sledding in Finland |				Travel |				The Guardian	 {...} Dog-sledding through the Finnish wilderness is the perfect festive adventure, says Isabel Choat {...}</blockquote><div style="font:8pt Verdana,Arial;vertical-align:top;"><span style="color:#808080;">Published:</span> November 1, 2008, 12:13 am - <span style="color:#808080;">Indexed:</span> November 1, 2008, 11:53 am - <span style="color:#808080;">Page Size:</span>&nbsp;97KB</div><div style="font:8pt Verdana,Arial;vertical-align:top;"><span style="color:#808080;">Category:</span> <a href="http://www.world-of-newave.info/regional/">Regional</a> &gt; <a href="http://www.world-of-newave.info/regional/europe/">Europe</a> &gt; <a href="http://www.world-of-newave.info/regional/europe/united-kingdom/">United Kingdom</a> &gt;  <a href="http://www.world-of-newave.info/regional/europe/united-kingdom/news-and-media/"><b>News and Media</b></a></div></td></tr></table>
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<summary type="text/plain">Posted By:Ben HamiltonGet this video and more at MySpace.com

?Shut Up &amp; Sing? is right in tune
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?Shut Up & Sing? is right in tune
Documentary is a piercing look at free speech and celebrity image

By Christy Lemire
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The Dixie Chicks would probably think of themselves as mothers first, then musicians.

They became accidental political figures ? then they had to figure out how to reinvent themselves.

?Shut Up & <blockquote style="background:#FAFAFA;border:1px dotted #E6E6E6;font:italic 10pt Times New Roman;padding:9px;">	MySpace France {...} </blockquote><div style="font:8pt Verdana,Arial;vertical-align:top;"><span style="color:#808080;">Indexed:</span> October 12, 2008, 9:38 am - <span style="color:#808080;">Page Size:</span>&nbsp;39KB</div><div style="font:8pt Verdana,Arial;vertical-align:top;"><span style="color:#808080;">Category:</span> <a href="http://www.world-of-newave.info/arts/">Arts</a> &gt; <a href="http://www.world-of-newave.info/arts/movies/">Movies</a> &gt; <a href="http://www.world-of-newave.info/arts/movies/titles/">Titles</a> &gt; <a href="http://www.world-of-newave.info/arts/movies/titles/f/">F</a> &gt;  <a href="http://www.world-of-newave.info/arts/movies/titles/f/fahrenheit-9_11/"><b>Fahrenheit 9-11</b></a></div></td></tr></table>
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<title>{MOVIES &gt; FAHRENHEIT 9-11} - Shut Up And Sing - New Film Rasies Promotional Blog Bar To New Level</title>
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<summary type="text/plain">Posted By:Ben HamiltonGet this video and more at MySpace.com

?Shut Up &amp; Sing? is right in tune
Documentary is a piercing look at free speech and celebrity image

By Christy Lemire
Associated Press

The Dixie Chicks would probably think of themselves as mothers first, then musicians.

They became accidental political figures ? then they had to figure out how to reinvent themselves.

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<issued>2008-09-29T10:55:20Z</issued>
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?Shut Up & Sing? is right in tune
Documentary is a piercing look at free speech and celebrity image

By Christy Lemire
Associated Press

The Dixie Chicks would probably think of themselves as mothers first, then musicians.

They became accidental political figures ? then they had to figure out how to reinvent themselves.

?Shut Up & <blockquote style="background:#FAFAFA;border:1px dotted #E6E6E6;font:italic 10pt Times New Roman;padding:9px;">	MySpace France {...} </blockquote><div style="font:8pt Verdana,Arial;vertical-align:top;"><span style="color:#808080;">Indexed:</span> September 29, 2008, 10:55 am - <span style="color:#808080;">Page Size:</span>&nbsp;37KB</div><div style="font:8pt Verdana,Arial;vertical-align:top;"><span style="color:#808080;">Category:</span> <a href="http://www.world-of-newave.info/arts/">Arts</a> &gt; <a href="http://www.world-of-newave.info/arts/movies/">Movies</a> &gt; <a href="http://www.world-of-newave.info/arts/movies/titles/">Titles</a> &gt; <a href="http://www.world-of-newave.info/arts/movies/titles/f/">F</a> &gt;  <a href="http://www.world-of-newave.info/arts/movies/titles/f/fahrenheit-9_11/"><b>Fahrenheit 9-11</b></a></div></td></tr></table>
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<title>{RESOURCES &gt; NEWS AND MEDIA} - World mourns "king of cool" Paul Newman</title>
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<summary type="text/plain">LONDON (Reuters) - Images of U.S. actor Paul Newman, who died late on Friday, adorned newspaper front pages around the world on Sunday, his piercing blue eyes vying for attention alongside headlines of the financial crisis.

  
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<title>{LITERATURE &gt; CYBERPUNK} - Freaky, fleshy concept toy that you can pierce</title>
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<summary type="text/plain">Wired Gadget Lab calls the "Epidermits" toy from Karten Design the "scariest toy concept ever," and they make a great case for it! I couldn't find the actual toy on Karten's site, because, like so many "designers," they've designed and unnavigable unlinkable mess of Flash instead of a real website. A human-like tissue organism covers the robotic thing, which also runs on fuel cells for energy. In theory, you are supposed to be able to program it to move around and act as your kid?s nightmarish companion. But that's not all: "They require minimal maintenance, can be stored in state of forced hibernation in standard refrigerators, and are customizable with different body, skin and hair selections and through tanning, tattooing and piercing." Scariest Toy Concept Ever: The Epidermits Thing...
      
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<issued>2008-09-18T06:27:03Z</issued>
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