Gather ’round kids for another exciting episode of our favorite runway trainmess. I want to say a special hi to all of the new and familiar people coming over from the nether regions. We are happy you are joining us! Continue reading
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Ok Crassholes, here is your Season 10 live blog page. Like throwing this to a pack of lions, we are about to tear into this mother. Heidi, Tim, Ms. Oran-jay and Nina are back and not a moment too soon. Nobody knows what the hell happened with that last “season” but thank god it’s over. A quick check of my local listings says that there is no stupid Project Runway competitor show or stupid runway models squawk box show afterwards either. So we are SAFE (for now…).
We have 10 minutes to showtime so settle in where you like, get yo’ libations, get yo’ remote and have at it! Continue reading
Underoos. What? If you didn’t have a pair of Underoos, you friend, were undoubtedly raised on some Appalachian trail, and not worth the sleepover invite. This was the epitome of celebrating your American freedom and your right to run around in your underwear with a robe tied around your neck while you jumped off the coffee table because you were Superman or Supergirl. No one could tell you different. Thanks to Geektyrant who’s unearthed this remarkably bad commercial for the vintage Star Wars Underoo collection, you can reminisce in style. Continue reading
When I saw a woman walking on the street in just a bathing suit I did not say anything. I told myself there could be any number of reasons for such a thing. “Out patient” came to mind, as did “house fire” or “lost luggage.” My therapeutic self wondered if she’d yet to find closure for an unfortunate childhood experience. I decided that a woman walking down the street (of a major metropolis) in only a bathing suit was if not entirely a one-off well then certainly an anomaly. And then I saw another one. However this one was not alone. She was walking with a male companion and talking on the phone (indications of someone sane enough to be socializing.) She was walking right up the avenue, if you will, on the Upper East Side. (For those unfamiliar with this territory think: uber-conventional, traditional, society, kind of reputation. There was a time you would find actual blue haired ladies in the area. Today those ladies are tightly pulled and puffed.) There she was, strolling along in her two scraps of fabric, dyed jet black and white hair, and ink intensive tattoo spanning shoulder to shoulder. No doubt coming from a fitting, choosing a hat or on her way to plan a brunch. Continue reading
I was recently at the checkout lane at the grocery store, and was treated to these two covers: Emma Stone on the cover of Vogue and Kristen Stewart on the cover of Vanity Fair. All I can say is ugh… Both covers were shot by Mario Testino, who at this point is just phoning it in. Continue reading
The word ‘scent’ is very useful, it gets around the whole ‘perfume’ vs ‘parfum’ vs ‘extrait de parfum’ vs ‘eau de parfum’ vs ‘eau parfumee’ vs ‘cologne’ vs ‘eau de toilette’ vs ‘eau de cologne’ business. (These terms have to do with, more or less, a scent’s concentration.)
I’ve used scent since forever. As a teenager I was given a bottle of Chanel No.5 without having any real idea what a big deal it was.
When that ran out I couldn’t afford to replace it, and so moved on to Zen, by Shiseido. I don’t think it’s made anymore, and if it is, I seem to remember reading that it wasn’t the same formula.
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Last night, the stars of the Great White Way took to the red carpet to honor themselves and their superior thespianism above all other artforms. Purple Rain reigned supreme, though some pulled it off better than others. For an example of how not to do the royal color, see after the jump. Continue reading
Now that we’ve discussed what things will make you gain weight, how about we also let some of the skinny out of those jeans, eh? Continue reading
In the first of our regular post-fashion event feature, we are recapping what the models, celebrities and the designers who adorn them presented on the red carpet at the Metropolitan Museum of Art’s 2012 Costume Institute Gala. This will be in the form of an open thread, so please find and post your hits, misses and nuclear meltdowns for discussion. Don’t forget the menfolk, either!
First up, Beyoncé, after the jump. Continue reading
While happily munching on my egg white omelet wrap this morning I came across an article titled “Men in Shorts” and written by someone named P.J. O’Rourke (National Lampoon’s! Libertarian! says everyone!) in a compendium to Forbes magazine jauntily called ForbesLife. Now I don’t know what O’Rourke has against grown men in shorts but it’s patently hilarious his quite reasonable takedown of the phenomenon — if not a little histrionic. Continue reading