Loco ChanelLoco Chanel, #37
Joined Season 7
Height: I put the “glam” in glamazon and have the legs to back it up.
Favorite Position: On the track.
Likes: Red and black. Red and black. Red and black. Steak and bacon and dark chocolate.
Dislikes: Box trips, box wine (I’m kinda sorta over it, is all).
Injuries: I broke a nail at a sample sale once. Does that count?
Motto: Sociopathic is the new black.
Favorite Music: Marie LaForet’s French cover of “Paint It Black” might be the most perfect song ever.
Favorite Drink: Open bar.
Awards: WCR Seltzer Commissioner Award, 2008 & 2009
WCR Skull & Crossbones Award, 2008
WCR Most Improved Skater Award, 2008
Member of 2010 Hellarad Dream Team
Bio: When we last saw our heroine, she had just been initiated into Chicago’s red-and-black-clad girl gang on wheels. Days were spent winning friends, influencing people, and thumbing through French Vogue– the 2008 “Bad Girls” issue still among her favorites. Nights were spent roaming windy city streets, starting fires, all while wearing her beloved Chanel roller skates. She loved her Hell’s Belles, that was for sure, but she began to she grow weary of the Midwest. The winters did a number on her skin, the snow and salt positively destroyed her shoes, and try as she might, she really just couldn’t force herself to follow the religion of the city: American football.
Taking a cue from Carine Roitfeld (and, uh, George Costanza), Josie (still calling herself “Loco Chanel,” to her family’s growing chagrin) decided to leave on a high note. Armed with a compass, a well-edited capsule wardrobe and those roller skates, she skipped town to follow the sun. Literally. Our intrepid city girl crossed mountains and deserts and captured her adventure in a series of on-location photo shoots. They say the grass is always greener and it’s true—probably because of Seattle’s ever-grey skies. The drizzle and hills have been doing a number on her shoes, but, newly invigorated, she accepted that this was the price of glowing skin and looking better in her skinny jeans.
Oh, but as soon as she got settled and unpacked those skates, her heart grew heavy for her red-and-black clad sisters in the city by the lake. Almost as if it was meant to be, and reminiscent of a scene three years earlier, she ran across one Sara Problem in a dark bar. “Oh. You. I’ve heard about you. I’ve seen you around” Small talk was made and the pair realized they saw eye-to-eye (and not just literally). Fast forward a few weeks… “Welcome to Grave Danger, Chanel. And yeah, you do look damned good in red.”