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Gwenopolis

Having just come off a world tour promoting her record-breaking solo career and right before she steps into the studio with her old cohorts No Doubt, singer Gwen Stefani is flying too fast and bright to slow down. It’s safe to say that Stefani has become one of the gods of today’s pop music world, with plenty of devoted followers. Welcome to Gwenopolis.

A few days before I’m supposed to meet Gwen Stefani in Los Angeles for this interview, I just happen to run into her in a Virgin Megastore. Not surprisingly, Gwen is striking-movie-star blonde, impossibly big brown eyes, impeccable style. She also happens to be standing in a clear plastic box and is approximately 12″ tall. It’s the “Hollaback Gwen” doll, a fascinating (and, in this case, adorable) barometer of fame. It’s one thing to acquire international pop-star status, your own fashion empire, a level of wealth unimaginable to most humans, and what appears to be an enviable level of domestic bliss (right after this interview took place, Stefani indeed became pregnant with a second child). It’s quite another to actually see yourself immortalized in toy form. Read the rest of this article »

The Reign of Cool

Gwen Stefani talks to Emma Sloley about making fashion in the fast lane.

The court of Gwen Stefani, it has to be said, is not unlike that of a modern-day Marie Antoinette. There are the loyal subjects to consider, stylish types of all fashion bustling around in a controlled frenzy of organizing and delegating. Instead of ladies in-waiting holding fans or champagne glasses, her crew is clutching clipboards and iPhones. There is the room itself, a magnificent high-ceilinged atelier tricked out in black-and-white-striped upholstery, mirrored walls and banquettes running the length of the picture windows (the head quarters for Stefani’s fashion line, L.A.M.B, in New York’s SoHo). And there is Stefani, resplendent amid the chaos in her signature sartorial finery: platinum-blond hair swept back in a slick, immovable ponytail, huge false eyelashes, poppy-red lips and an immaculate all-black outfit, with the pièce de résistance being a pair of towering black and white checkerboard heels. The requisite bling shows up as a diamond necklace spelling out “Stefani,” which swings around her neck. The scene comes complete with an heir apparent, the aptly named Kingston, who runs in at one point to test out his new throne, a black-and-white-striped mini-chair that his mother had made just for him. Read the rest of this article »

Big thanks again go to iamanodoubtfreak4ever who has been sending over a mass of new clippings for the gallery including these fantastic magazine adverts for No Doubt’s Everything In Time and The Singles releases, also for Gwen Stefani’s Love Angel Music Baby album.

Do you have any clippings to donate to the gallery?? You can use the contact form to upload them or send them straight over to christinasparkle[AT]hotmail.co.uk

A great big thank you to imanodoubtfreak4ever for donating over 30 scans to the NxDScrapbook gallery dating all the way back to 2000!

Amongst the bunch was these fab images from Teen People US May 2000. Check them out!

Do you have scans that you want to add to the gallery?? Use the contact form to upload them

I’ve added some PSDs that I created to the downloads section. Unfortunately I can only upload them as transparent pngs for the moment due the file size of PSDs but that shouldn’t make any difference to how you use them!

Use them to create sigs, banners or for your own ND fansites, just don’t redistribute as your own please!

The sweet life

She’s got it all -hit records, a hot clothing line, a new fragrance and a rocker husband who cooks for her. No doubt about it: Gwen Stefani is living it up, especially when she’s just hanging out backstage with baby Kingston. By Jancee Dunn.

At a recent stop of Gwen Stefani’s Sweet Escape tour, the centre of attention is making quite a scene backstage. Shrieks pierce the air. Objects are flying. It’s not Gwen, of course. It’s one-year-old Kingston, happily throwing his toys around the room. The singer has brought her son along and he has adapted admirably to road life. “Although this morning he woke up at six,” she says. “And I was like, ‘Okay, I’m going to die right now’. I definitely don’t get enough sleep, but I’d rather spend time with him. I’ve got this extra-fun, amazing little guy who just wants to hang out with me.” Read the rest of this article »

The sweet life

She’s got it all -hit records, a hot clothing line, a new fragrance and a rocker husband who cooks for her. No doubt about it: Gwen Stefani is living it up, especially when she’s just hanging out backstage with baby Kingston. By Jancee Dunn.

At a recent stop of Gwen Stefani’s Sweet Escape tour, the centre of attention is making quite a scene backstage. Shrieks pierce the air. Objects are flying. It’s not Gwen, of course. It’s one-year-old Kingston, happily throwing his toys around the room. The singer has brought her son along and he has adapted admirably to road life. “Although this morning he woke up at six,” she says. “And I was like, ‘Okay, I’m going to die right now’. I definitely don’t get enough sleep, but I’d rather spend time with him. I’ve got this extra-fun, amazing little guy who just wants to hang out with me.” Read the rest of this article »

I’m like every other woman. I’m super vain. I have issues.

She’s got style, she’s got songs and, in her leopard-print jumpsuit, she’s got balls. At 37, with a one-year-old baby, Gwen Stefani has finally found pop stardom. She tells Craig McLean about motherhood, self-obsession and her fashion label.

She might be wearing her sparkly leotard-cum-dungarees ensemble. Or a pair of sequined red hot pants. Or a tartan schoolgirl’s uniform. Maybe she’ll have slipped into one of her favourite outfits: armpit-length black leather gloves and monochrome horizontal stripes (imagine an escaped convict hiding out in a burlesque joint).

If you’re reading this on Sunday morning Gwen Renée Stefani will be on stage in Australia, performing her idiosyncratic version of disco funk in front of thousands of tweens, teens and twentysomething pop fans in the Adelaide Entertainment Centre. For 90 sweaty minutes there will be no let-up in the costume changes, choreography - part Broadway show, part cheerleader rally, part hip hop face-off - and belting pop songs. Read the rest of this article »

Hey, Baby

California dreamer Gwen Stefani has proven that she’s much more than “just a girl in the world.” Here the pop icon, new mom, and fashionista gets real about her baby, her band, and living in a bubble.

It’s Friday night in N.Y.C. when Gwen Stefani enters the conference room at the Ritz-Carlton, where I’ve been waiting for over an hour. There aren’t fireworks or rounds of applause or any big fanfare - actually, it’s not much different than when I entered the room, except that she’s Gwen Stefani and, well, I’m me. Her platinum hair is perfectly coiffed; her eyelashes are thick with mascara. She’s wrapped up in a long black coat that she seems to be getting lost in, and she’s holding her seven-month-old son, Kingston, who is decked out in a L.A.M.B onesie. It’s exactly what I imagined that scene would be like. Read the rest of this article »

Blonde ambition

From pop-punk queen to fashion icon, Gwen Stefani has forged a one-woman empire. She exclusively tells ELLE’s Kerry Potter about her rock-star marriage, being a beauty junkie and how hard she’s worked for that body.

Four hours in hair and make-up and Gwen Stefani, 37-year-old multimillion-selling rock star and fashion icon, finally takes centre stage at the ELLE photoshoot. She’s immaculately painted, cartoonishly flawless and Amazonian in stature. White-blonde hair fiercely straightened, wearing a tiny pair of shorts with giant heels, she glares at the camera as her entourage (stylist, hairdresser, make-up artist, US record company execs, nanny) look on silently. So far, so intimidating, until we’re introduced and she immediately breaks into a broad, sunshiney smile. ‘Hey there!’ she says in a girlish all-American drawl and takes my hand. A few days later, we meet again, at a hotel, and this time I remember not to judge a book by its cover. Gwen turns out remarkably unassuming, chatty, free of pretentious pronouncements about her ‘art’, and strangely honest about everything - from how hard she works to stay trim to the problems with a long-distance love affair (she’s married to Brit Gavin Rossdale, former singer in Rock band Bush). Read the rest of this article »