“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]
White bread, rich cheeses, and red wine are beloved staples of the Gallic diet. They smoke, they drink, they consume loads of saturated fats… yet they don’t have an obesity problem, they don’t lose their looks with age, and they have the lowest rate of cardiovascular mortality worldwide. What gives, France? We’re not the only ones who are dying to know: researchers call it (and, furthermore, how they get their hair to look so perfectly disheveled without being greasy) “the French paradox” as they seek to explain the link connecting the way the French eat (and, yes, drink) to their long, healthy lifespans, second only to Japan. Keep reading »
If I were Kristen Stewart, I would bid adieu to my sparkly boyfriend and put a ring on my makeup artist instead. Whether she’s in bright pink lipstick or this gorgeous smoked-out bronze eye, you can always bet on Bella Swan for the most enviable beauty looks (and, okay, arm candy) on any given red carpet. We’re obsessed with this pretty metallic look ― let’s take a closer look and break it down, after the jump. Keep reading »
“They let me do anything I want.”
― Is it any surprise that, while most other designers are subject to concerns of budgeting and other logical limitations, the House of Chanel (owned by the Wertheimer brothers) stops the inimitable Karl Lagerfeld at nothing? Suddenly, the spectacular runway shows ― the life-size plane in the Grand Palais, the 265-ton imported glacier, last week’s event in a roofless Scottish palace at the height of winter ― make that much more sense. [Fashionista]
She’s flooooooaaaaaating! [InStyle via Celebitchy]
Can we all agree that Benicio Del Toro is the hottest? Okay, now that that’s out of the way ― there are two narrative scenarios that could plausibly have led to this L’Officiel Hommes cover. One, he’s a hero! Our distinguished knight-in-a-Dolce & Gabbana-suit Benicio discovered this girl, naked and vulnerable, perhaps in the forest, jungle or along the beach, and has come to her rescue. Which is sexist. (However, Benicio, if you feel it might be appropriate at any time to come rescue me, I would hardly object.) The other: he has murdered, bludgeoned, drugged, or otherwise rendered her unconscious himself. Not necessarily sexist, but definitely terrible. Which story do you prefer? Either way, I don’t suspect the magazine will be stirring up much controversy with this photograph. L’Officiel is French, after all.
Amanda Seyfried is pretty consistent in serving it up hot on the fashion front, though it’s also entirely possible that I am merely hypnotized into thinking everything she wears is great by virtue of her crazy-perfect face. This Alexander McQueen gown is all sorts of stunning, and Amanda’s fair-skinned pre-Raphaelite beauty is the ideal complement. She looks like she stepped right out of the 17th century, provided they had enough black eyeliner back then.
Anne Hathaway certainly isn’t the first celeb to shed her sartorial inhibitions with her long hair (see: the Miley Cyrus metamorphosis), but she has proven herself to be far and away one of the most daring. If last week’s love-it-or-loathe-it Givenchy gown wasn’t proof enough for you, this elaborate Tom Ford look should do the trick. Anne is working the Rooney Mara angle pretty hard here in this black high-necked column dress, but turn her ’round and there’s some kind of attached cape situation going on, too. Add the strappy thigh-high bondage shoes (boots, perhaps?) into the mix and you’ve got yourself a look for sure.
One of the key attributes to pulling off an ensemble this ambitious is looking like you know what you’re doing, also known as confidence, and Anne has that in spades… so I’m not hating the overall effect probably half as much as I should. I just think the lady is kind of working it. What say you?
There’s no such thing as “too perfect” in the age of Photoshop. Reconstruct eyes, mouths, noses, cheekbones, entire faces? Turn real, blemished human skin into smooth sculpted porcelain? Make full thighs slender, small breasts large, protruding bellies flat? Well, if you can do it, then why not? We’re so accustomed to the image of widespread flawlessness that permeates our pop culture-consumed social climate that our own physical errs seem, frankly, unnatural. If we could apply digital image-altering tools to our flesh-and-bone beings, would we ― and how? “Photoshop in Real Life,” a photo series by Hungarian artist Flóra Borsi, uses satire to explore the darker implications of vanity insofar as we vie to alter ourselves to meet unattainable standards. Check out the rest of the photos after the jump, and more of Flora’s work at her Facebook page. [PetaPixel] Keep reading »
Is there anyone, dead or alive, who could even stand to compete with Liv Tyler‘s hair game? The only feasible way I could sit through 166 minutes of “The Hobbit” would be if at least 150 of those minutes were devoted to Liv’s hair care routine. Wait, is she even in the movie?