Apparently hideous boots are all the rage, and not at all limited to the bundle of trainwreck-y bad choices that is one Lindsay Lohan. Just ask Sienna Miller!
Former baritone member of the famous boy band *NSYNC, Joey Fatone, 32, has a sense of humor about himself. This is brilliant, especially when so many once-wildly-popular people end up sounding like whiny children.
Want to know how we know he has a sense of humour about himself? Check out what's under the black bar over his t-shirt:
Kate Gosselin. Love to hate her or hate to love her, she and her progeny toddled into the paparazzi's eye with Jon & Kate Plus 8, and Jon Gosselin's dramatically sweaty, slutty, and cheezily-wardrobed exit from their marriage and the show has done nothing but excite the flames of celebrity. Kate Gosselin's sweep across magazine covers, internet celebrity sites, and television talk shows has stamped her and her stiff carpet of hair into our collective memory so firmly that her image is now set to invade one of America's most sacred holidays, Halloween.
Courtney Love's motion to dismiss her Twitter defamation lawsuit was denied earlier this week. You remember this one right?
Not sure what you had planned in October (other than furiously refreshing here of course), but this is what the pretty people have been up to. Photoshoots. I have to say, it must be nice in the middle of a recession to make $30,000 to just show up and be photographed for a day. As a mom of an 8-year-old daughter who just got a camera for her birthday I know how it feels. Except all I get are fun surprises like very bad angles of my ass.
But, I digress. Without further ado I present you with The Pretty People In Pictures. Lights, Camera, Airbrush!
There has been a great deal of press surrounding your ex-employee Fillipa Hamilton, the model who was photoshopped to a ridiculous degree and then summarily fired for being too fat. I have to wonder aloud why someone who is 5'10 and 120 pounds can ever be considered overweight, as a BMI of 17, which Ms. Hamilton has, is actually considered underweight. By a lot. But that's not the world of modeling, right? Of course not. I should just go about my business and let you fire women who dare to have even a modicum of realism to their figures.
Bullshit.
No, really. Make yourself right at home, Lady. Seems that you fit right in, what with, you know, the horrible massacres of Hello Kitty dolls and all.
Dita Von Teese has launched a new lingerie collection, the Wonderbra Party Edition, and, frankly, I think I love it.
Generally, uber-femininity looks like crazy drag no matter what kind of genitalia is being concealed beneath the champagne pink silk gusset, but this nod to pin-up glamour from the mid-20th century is a kind of costuming I can get behind.
Is there such a thing as costume lingerie? Or is lingerie, by nature, costume? Well, no matter, because if lingerie is costume, then the Wonderbra Party Edition collection does it up good.
So, I watch Gossip Girl. Do you watch Gossip Girl? Come on, you can admit it. You can even say you just watch it for the clothes even if also watch it to lust after boys who are just so damn young. I'm not a causal, when-nothing-else-is-on-I'll-tune-in watcher, you should know, I'm a regularly-recorded-by-my-DVR, husband-knows-to-leave-me-be-on-Monday-nights viewer. I mentioned before I thought Leighton Meester is grossly overlooked by critics as Blair Waldorf, and I stand by that. So, Gossip Girl, one of those lovely guilty pleasures I don't feel all that guilty about watching.
I'll be recapping this season's episodes, sometime each Tuesday.
Last night's episode was the second of the season. What did we miss the first episode of the season? All the post-Constance kids returned from summers abroad and summers in bed and they're gearing up to start various different colleges and ventures. Let's begin!
It is 10:02 P.M. and I am about to hit "play" on my TiVo, but I am looking at the episode title with a mixture of triumph and disdain because CLEARLY, I totally called the newspaper-fabric thing last week. But if I called it -- as someone who never even once correctly predicted the solution to a goddamn Encyclopedia Brown mystery -- then there are truly no surprises left in Project Runway Land.
NINA IS BORED, Y'ALL.
RUN FOR YOUR LIVES.