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Crotched Statements That Keep It Real

By: Saint Twenty January 6, 2026January 7, 2026

Saint MuseArt, Lavo, Model, Party, Vintage ShindigLeave a Comment

Stay real with these hilarious, framed, crotched statements. Let me tell you, I fought my mom once in my life. Wasted out of my mind. Drinking directly after class, not a single meal and continued to do so at a model agency’s holiday party. A mess. Otherwise it wouldn’t have happened. Never having experienced being drunk, my mom didn’t understand the level of inebriation I was on, and pushed me without meaning to. I went flying backwards into the tub. Affronted I wanted to know why she attacked me. Fun fact: I was at the stage of zero coordination, flying across rooms.

My friends and I were so smashed we got off the wrong train and got back on it, thinking we made our way to the uptown side. In reality we ran up one set of stairs, then down the stairs across from them, on the same side of the platform. We literally boarded a different car on the train we just exited. The next morning I woke up surrounded by a plethora of beef jerky in bed, which I don’t even eat. Being that’s it’s ultra processed. Stolen from 7/11. My friend woke up with tubes of purloined lipgloss. At least their theft made sense.

Naively I thought there would be food, like EVERY holiday party ever known to man has. The only thing available at Lavo were martini olives. Which I devoured before being cut off by the bartender. Who made me feel like a pig and got tired of refilling the jar. When they say please do not feed the models, they mean it. Which frame is your favorite? Via: Vintage Shindig

Updated: 1/7/2026 1:08am

Modeling Versus Not Modeling

By: Saint Twenty September 23, 2025September 23, 2025

Saint MuseCaroline Trentini, Chloe Malle, Gigi Hadid, Glamour, Glamour Magic, Isabeli Fontana, Kendall Jenner, Kengi, Model, Nepo Baby, Vogue, Vogue BrazilLeave a Comment

Following up on my scathing, accurate review of Nepo babies wrecking the runway and shoots with their horrific “modeling.” Here’s another example of Kendall Jenner & Gigi Hadid giving us NOTHING. EVERY TIME (read Shame, Shame, Shame On Chloe Malle). Not having the prerequisite sculpted faces, they should be working twice as hard to serve body. The fuck are these lazy hoes doing? The entitlement is outrageous. How many years have they been working? And they’re still THIS awful? Throw the entire duo in the trash, where they belong. Toss Chloe Malle with them (read Reality Check: Chloe Malle).

Modeling: Isabeli Fontana & Caroline Trentini. It’s giving chiseled face, serving: body, angles, architecture, glamour, dexterity, competence, beauty, storyteller!

Versus

Not modeling: Kendall Jenner & Gigi Hadid. It’s giving Kengi: amorphous facial structure, indolent, dilettante, entitled, delusional, basic, boring, glamour magic, lackluster, nepo baby. Where’s the lie? None were told. Via: Vogue Brazil & Vogue

Sunday Rose Isn’t A Model

By: Saint Twenty August 25, 2025August 25, 2025

Saint MuseBiel Park Lee, Illuminati, Keith Urban, Miu Miu, Model, Nepo Babies, Nicole Kidman, Sunday RoseLeave a Comment

I don’t give a fuck if your mom’s a high priestess in the Illuminati, you’re not giving face, you’re not serving body. Sunday Rose is another undeserving nepo-model. You don’t have it. Girl, take that unchiseled cheek off the runway. Boring, bored. NEXT! Via: BielParkLee

Sydney Harper

By: Saint Twenty February 5, 2020

Saint MuseDonyale Luna, Elite, Model, Sharon Tate, Sydney HarperLeave a Comment

Truly don’t know how this face isn’t plastered everywhere. Sydney Harper is absolutely gorgeous. If Donyale Luna and Sharon Tate had a baby, this would be it. Strong jaw, chiseled cheeks, with those dazzling, upturned hazel eyes. A face that can pull off almost any hairstyle, or look. First class beaut. Which look is your favorite? Photos: Sydney Harpers Insta

The Purest Form

By: Saint Twenty October 10, 2019October 10, 2019

UncategorizedAndhika Ramadhian, Goldbar, Holm And Himmel, Model, Saint Soul, Trauma bond, Trust, Twin flameLeave a Comment

The past two weeks have been a series of lessons, test, closing of karmic cycles and vibrational ascension.

On the gram I stumbled upon a photo of a basketball player, who’d gotten my number at Goldbar. At the time I worked in the restaurant downstairs in his building. He always paid with a black card, leaving me ample tip, even on take out food. All I did was pass him the bag. Our eyes always lingered too long.

In this photo his girlfriend sat on his lap. A woman who dated a male model, that also tried his hand with me. Both men were manipulated by my former boss. Every time, any time, anyone had interest in me, my boss, a rich, well connected man and his brother would stop it in it’s tracks. Even if a patron was flirting, he would see it on camera and send his brother down to end it.

I don’t know what they said to them, but the basketball player never looked at me the same. He stopped coming in as often. So when I saw that picture it made me angry, so angry that someone else made a choice for me. It wasn’t my boss’s place to take away my free will, to prevent me from dating anyone, to spy on me, to break into my social media, or the plethora of other toxic, controlling, behaviors he continues to do. I mistook it all for love. That he was showing a desire he couldn’t express. So I stayed and waited for years, believing in him, believing in us.

Until winter, when someone showed me what healthy love looks like. Let’s call him Shy Guy. That crying all the time, martyring myself, isn’t love. That what I had was a trauma bond, not a twin flame. Finally I was able to let go. Shy Guy saved me from myself, until Shy Guy started dating someone else.

You know what I did? I supported it. I would never want to do what my boss did to me. Unconditional love a concept I finally understand, that you just want the person to be happy no matter what. Not interfering, allowing that person free will, to make their own decisions. I was only meant to heal him and be freed.

Suddenly, I understood god, the creator, the source has given us the ability to choose as the ultimate display of unconditional love. The purest form. When you emit that frequency it comes back to you. Now everything I’ve been through makes sense to me.

Photo: Trust by Andhika Ramadhian