This past weekend, celebs turned out in droves to honor … a performance artist? Yep, you read that right; instead of the usual self-congratulatory Hollywood crap, stars convened at the Museum of Contemporary Art in Los Angeles to honor Serbian performance artist Marina Abramovic. Abramovic, along with Debbie Harry, performed at the event, and there was plenty of good, bad and totally out-there fashions (we’re looking at you, Jeremy Scott). Click through to see what we mean.
We fell in love with Zach Anner when we saw his early submission to Oprah Winfrey’s OWN network’s “Next Reality Star” competition. Wheelchair-bound Zach, who was born with cerebral palsy, wanted to make a travel show, showing that his disability wasn’t going to stop him from exploring the world around him. Zach won us — and about a zillion other fans — over with his quirky humor, and lucky for him and all of us, Zach got his own show. These days he’s traversing the globe filming “Rollin’ With Zach.” Check out a short teaser above — featuring a theme song by John Mayer. [Oprah]
Listen, I don’t ask for much. But this outdoor portable grill with deep bucket for optional deep frying? I am asking you, world, for this. The Blacktop 360 grill includes a deep-fryer right in the middle so you can make French fries to go along with your burgers. It also includes a griddle, warming plate and something called an infrared grill, which sounds a bit space age-y. It’s completely portable too, so you can take it to the backyard, to parties, on dates — wherever!
Why shouldn’t Jay-Z — a man firmly entrenched in the 1 percent as any — be able to profit off of the Occupy Wall Street foment that’s taken over the country? That, I suppose, was the thinking behind his Rocawear label’s “Occupy All Streets” T-shirt, which was, said a statement from the company, “a way of reminding people that there is change to be made everywhere, not just on Wall Street.” I mean, ”What better way to show your support for the Occupy Wall Street Movement than with a dope tee?” read a post from the Rocawear blog. And it’s only $22 a pop! (None of which goes to the Occupy movement.) It seems someone over at ye olde Rocawear finally smartened up and realized that perhaps it was in poor taste to capitalize off a movement that — at its very core — aims to upend the capitalist system. This past weekend, any mention of the shirts was removed from the Rocawear site (which means they’ll probably go for hundreds of dollars on eBay now). [NYMag.com]
Hulk Hogan’s facial hair can just as well double as head hair, as illustrated in this rather disturbing Photoshopped illustration. It’s called Moustair, and Hulk is hardly the only celeb whose facial hair has multiple applications. In fact, there’s a whole website devoted to the cause. [Moustair]
What’s the recipe for musical magic? Take a gaggle of young flutists in future-wear, along with hundreds of Chinese senior citizens in Tommy Bahama cruise wear, and a disco/muzac version of Lady Gaga’s “Bad Romance,” and you’ve got one of the best videos of all time. We’d say we wish we understood what was going on here, but it’s actually so much better not to. [YouTube]
Well this just seems like a colossally bad idea. A woman in Bedford-Stuyvesant, Brooklyn, was attempting to give away her koala on Craigslist. Wait a second, just back it up. How did she come in possession of a koala in the first place? That seems … highly illegal? And dangerous — to both animal and human. Come on, people. (The ad has since been taken down. Maybe the lil’ guy sold?)
Today is 11/11/11, which is Veteran’s Day (currently being commemorated in a parade walking past The Frisky offices!), but it’s also Corduroy Appreciation Day. Every year, Corduroy Appreciation Day coincides with 11/11, as the date’s verticality pleasantly resembles the fabric’s pattern. But as the epic 11/11/11 only falls once every 100 years, so in honor of this even-more-special celebration, we’ve selected several fine corduroy pieces, designed to set your fine corduroy heart aflutter, on this magical, mystical day.
I admit, I used to subscribe to The Economist. I let the issues pile up, promising I’d get to them eventually, whenever I felt like reading pretentious, dry and humorless reading on world affairs. But that day never really came. And so after about a year, my subscription ran out, and I traded it in for a sub to The New Yorker, which I happily devour each week. When I saw this delightful little pamphlet put out by the mag’s clearly-misguided marketing team, it only further confirmed my decision to get the eff away from the First World Order boy’s club that seems to be running the place. “Why should women be reading The Economist?” it queries, and answers, “They shouldn’t.” Instead! “Accomplished, influential people should read us. People like you.” Which of course, assumes that women couldn’tpossibly be accomplished or influential. (Ladies! I know, right?) Oh, old guard, you really got us there. A better question might be ,”Why should anyone be readingThe Economist?” Because obviously, they really, really shouldn’t.