
Best womance ever? (as some anonymous commenter gave me this term for a female bromance)
Elyse Sewell and Adrianne Curry of Cycle One of America's Next Top Model, Cycle One.
I actually started watching the show at Cycle 8 (cut me some slack, I was living in Japan!) so I had to go all up on Youtube to watch this. I was inspired to watch it by Elyse's fantastic livejournal (and I love the fact that she keeps a live journal instead of a blog on official website...it's so humanist somehow).
So yes, Cycle One is ancient news and Elyse has gone on to (and retired from) a legitimate modeling career in Asia (it goes without saying that she was robbed to land in third place, but ironically, she was the only one to get a modeling career after announcing she was going to med school after all), and Adrianne has gone on to yet MORE reality TV and playboy modeling, but I really appreciate the Womance between these two. I love how Adrianne asks Elyse to "be her boyfriend" when they go to look for Jim Morrison's grave, and how when they're laying in bed together, Adrianne asks Elyse to take off her shirt. Adrianne is totally the strong, protective butch and Elyse is her little femme darling. Okay, so maybe Adrianne is a little bit gay, but Elyse doesn't seem to mind. Behold a charming photo essay of blurry youtube screencaps illustrating their love:
Fig 1 (top of page): Adrianne, upon learning she has won the competition for which a prize is a night in a Paris hotel suite, hoists up the petite Elyse and promises she'll "make it up to her" for wasting their vacation day. Oh, I'm sure she will!

Fig 2 Adrianne carries Elyse over the threshold of their Paris lovenest. It could only get gayer if they shaved their snatches together in the bathtub ala Marjorie and Annaleigh in Cycle 11.

Fig 3 Adrianne, clad in nay but skimpy lingerie, straddles Elyse and starts riding her, while groping her boobs.
Okay, so maybe it's not so surprising that Adrianne went on to take this sort of picture:

and her beard, erm, husband, accused her of being a lesbian. But it's also hella endearing.
Elyse Sewell and Adrianne Curry of Cycle One of America's Next Top Model, Cycle One.
I actually started watching the show at Cycle 8 (cut me some slack, I was living in Japan!) so I had to go all up on Youtube to watch this. I was inspired to watch it by Elyse's fantastic livejournal (and I love the fact that she keeps a live journal instead of a blog on official website...it's so humanist somehow).
So yes, Cycle One is ancient news and Elyse has gone on to (and retired from) a legitimate modeling career in Asia (it goes without saying that she was robbed to land in third place, but ironically, she was the only one to get a modeling career after announcing she was going to med school after all), and Adrianne has gone on to yet MORE reality TV and playboy modeling, but I really appreciate the Womance between these two. I love how Adrianne asks Elyse to "be her boyfriend" when they go to look for Jim Morrison's grave, and how when they're laying in bed together, Adrianne asks Elyse to take off her shirt. Adrianne is totally the strong, protective butch and Elyse is her little femme darling. Okay, so maybe Adrianne is a little bit gay, but Elyse doesn't seem to mind. Behold a charming photo essay of blurry youtube screencaps illustrating their love:
Fig 1 (top of page): Adrianne, upon learning she has won the competition for which a prize is a night in a Paris hotel suite, hoists up the petite Elyse and promises she'll "make it up to her" for wasting their vacation day. Oh, I'm sure she will!

Fig 2 Adrianne carries Elyse over the threshold of their Paris lovenest. It could only get gayer if they shaved their snatches together in the bathtub ala Marjorie and Annaleigh in Cycle 11.

Fig 3 Adrianne, clad in nay but skimpy lingerie, straddles Elyse and starts riding her, while groping her boobs.
Okay, so maybe it's not so surprising that Adrianne went on to take this sort of picture:

and her beard, erm, husband, accused her of being a lesbian. But it's also hella endearing.











