Check out this awful Kardashian Christmas card, featuring Mercy, their deceased non-cat (Kim gave her away to Khloe’s assistant when she suddenly “realized” she was allergic, which is something I have never heard of before and plus have you seen that episode of the show where she gives away a cat she finds because she doesn’t want to take care of it?). As you can see, I have circled (more of an egg shape actually) Mercy in red in the event that you are not able to find her. She was very small. Poor little Mercy is posthumously shown trapped in a glass enclosure, which the human (?) Kardashians are using as a tray on which to hold their champagne flutes. This is a metaphor for that sweet kitten’s precious few days on earth, I just haven’t figured out how yet. After some speculation we believe it may represent Mercy in heaven. RIP.
Hey, let’s talk about how much I love Michael Pitt. He just has the most beautiful face in the world, and oh my god, “The Dreamers”! If you haven’t seen that movie, see it! Michael is probably the most socially appropriate of my top three celebrity crushes, right alongside Bills Murray and Clinton. I haven’t seen much of the former “Boardwalk Empire” star since he departed the show last season (Jimmy!), and his absence has not gone unnoticed, i.e. I have a Google Alert set to his name. So of course I’m thrilled to see him on the cover of Bullett‘s “Surreal” issue, on newsstands today, doing what he does best: brooding handsomely in a trenchcoat! Against my better logic, I will probably, definitely, go out of my way (and budget) to buy this $12 magazine today. I cannot resist the non-Brad Pitt. [BULLETT]
Yep, our toes are freakin’ cold. We’ve traded out our seasonally inappropriate short socks for something with a little more substance. (Conveniently, they also happen to fit the fool-proof stocking stuffer bill.) You certainly won’t be embarrassed about any of these 12 cute, comfortable pairs should they decide to make a surprise over-the-boot appearance this holiday season. Get the details on where to buy, after the jump! Keep reading »
Nikki Reed loves herself a good pair of waxed black jeans. So do I, my friend, so do I. They have the look of leather without the gratuitous animal cruelty (I make up for that with a pair of leather boots, naturally) or the annoying squeaking sound when your legs inevitably rub together. Paired with an abstract leopard print sweater in monochromes and a cool silver bar ring, you’ll look every bit the city slicker, and at a reasonable price to boot. Find out where to snag Nikki’s look, after the jump… Keep reading »
Alright, fair warning: this may just be the most biased best-dressed list on the Internet. It’s a little unfair that this year’s top red carpet looks happen to come from 10 lovely ladies who we also consider to be all-around shining pantheons of perfection… but who are we to judge? See for yourself! Behold, our favorite looks of the year (in little to no particular order). Do you agree with our picks, or do you think there’s someone we’ve left out? Sound out in the comments, and remember to keep an eye out for our 10 least favorite looks, coming soon.
The beauty industry is kind of like Apple insofar as just when you think you’ve got your hands on the latest and greatest product, there’s an even better one already on the horizon. (Which probably explains why I refuse to upgrade my iPhone or MacBook until that shit is busted. I just can’t keep up!) Take BB cream, for example: the super-popular “beauty balm” went from being an Asian favorite made only by overseas brands (and available only on Amazon by questionably-named Korean retailers with 14-21 days shipping) to a ubiquitous formula marketed by every brand from Dior to Maybelline. At first, it was hyped as the be-all, end-all combination of primer, foundation, and concealer. It sounds rad in theory, but the actual product left something to be desired, as they tend to leave an oily finish and come in, like, two colors tops. Keep reading »
Remember how badly Chelsea Clinton was ridiculed by the media when her dad was in office? I don’t, because I was too young to be cognizant, but I’ve heard about it. On Wikipedia and stuff. Well, look at her now! I would like to congratulate the girl on a life (and, yes, outfit) well played. She must get it from her mama, no?
Dieting is probably my foremost hobby. It might even take precedence over my two other main interests, which are 1) lying on the sofa complaining of feeling faint like a Victorian anemic and 2) staring at myself in the mirror. Of course, dieting for me just means eating healthily, because my idea of eating whatever I want includes sandwiches composed of whole baguettes with an entire pig’s worth of prosciutto, several slices of pepperoni pizza, and entire pints of ice cream in one sitting. The world in which I can eat as I please is a world in which raw kale does not exist. (Baked kale chips can stay.)
So it only makes sense that, however unpleasant it may be, I force myself to eat in a reasonable, controlled manner, which means cutting out some of my favorite foods altogether. Once I get them in front of me, I cannot resist, and then I’m eating all of it, because food is my drug. Which leads me to this: much like the gravitational pull of your favorite flavors can put you induce a drug-like euphoria, being forced (by a self-imposed or otherwise mandatory diet) to stop eating high-fat and high-sugar foods can cause withdrawal symptoms and depression. It’s science! Keep reading »
“It’s called L’Artisan Parfumeur’s Mûre et Musc and I’ve been wearing it since I was 12. My dad wouldn’t let me wear makeup. ‘No daughter of mine is going to look like a whore!’ So my mom compromised with me by letting me get perfume. I got it because the bottle was purple and I didn’t even smell it. I’ve worn it so much to the point that I’ll get in the elevator to get into a club and I’ll get a call from one of my friends being like, ‘Are you at blah blah blah?,’ and I’m like, ‘Yeah… why?’ And they’re like, ‘I smell you in the elevator!’ It’s so funny.
― I’m jealous of Kelly Osbourne, not least because her dad is Ozzy, but because she is basically defining my life dream: to finally find a perfume that’s obscure enough not to be worn by everyone and that I adore enough to be my signature scent for life. I am a total fragrance slut, but I love the idea that people will always associate that scent with you. If only I could stick to the same one for longer than a week! [MTV]