Well, well, well: who’s gone and snagged their first Vogue but Ms. Emma Stone? We covered the starlet’s sultry debut on the front of the glossy last week before the powers that be at the mag officially released the photos within. The spread, shot by Mario Testino, is lovely, but it’s the cover image alone that had me gawking. Emma’s makeup — smudgily lined eyes, flushed cheeks, and petal pink lips — is the perfect pumped-up natural (you know, “natural”) look for any occasion on basically anybody. Naturally, I couldn’t resist breaking it down. Keep reading »
Kim, you look great in this cape and Lestat blouse! It’s awesome! You might even be wearing less makeup these days! Probably not though. I have one serious, serious conundrum, though, and that is pant-boots. Are these pant-boots, like you had on the other day? Is it pants, tucked into open-toed boots? Why do open-toed boots exist? Where are you getting all of these pant-boots? Is there a store for that? Is it DW Kanye West? Is Kanye enabling this? Worse still, is he encouraging it? Is a line of pant-boots your next business venture? … Hey, don’t get any ideas. Pant-boots are not, and never will be, a thing. I hope. But then again, I also said the same thing about you. You see how that turned out.
Emma Stone is ubiquitous these days — seriously, the girl is everywhere. What with “The Amazing Spider-Man” (remind me again why they’re remaking this movie?), she has two or three big magazine covers in July alone. The people love her, and so does the fashion industry, but I feel like she’s looking more Generic Skinny Blonde Starlet than Emma Stone nowadays. Wah, wah, wah. Regardless, Emma and her Spiderman (and real life beau) Andrew Garfield hit Paris last night for the film’s premiere, with Emma choosing this Gucci gown for the occasion. I like this dress a lot — I would have preferred it without the embellishment around the neck, but it’s fine. What’s really irking me about this look is her hair and makeup. Emma has gorgeous skin, as fair as it gets, and the dark red lips with the pale blonde hair seems jarring against it. I wouldn’t call this vampy; it’s literally vampire. I think this aesthetic would have a better effect in winter, but the whole thing is frankly inappropriate for the season. My love of this dress (and Emma!) goes head-to-head with my distaste for the makeup with it.
Designer collaborations with fast-fashion department stores make me sad. I love them in theory — my favorite big ticket aspirational brands producing clothing similar to their runway designs at a tangible price point sounds like a dream come true, but the reality of the situation isn’t nearly so fanciful. Waiting in long lines and fighting with other, more aggressive shoppers and prospective eBay sellers only to emerge with, like, two things you didn’t even want in the wrong size is not my idea of a satisfying retail experience (though I will wade through hell and high water to elbow my way into a J. Crew sample sale). It strikes a vague, aching chord in my heart to see the pieces from the designer-cum-discount collections, knowing full well I am not under any circumstances going to march my lazy ass out to Target at eight in the morning the day it’s released. Keep reading »
Paz de la Huerta went out in public! Wait, is that not titillating news to anyone other than me? Paz is my muse. My spirit animal, if you will. She doesn’t even look that grimy! … Okay, still pretty grimy. Can someone please get this goddess back on television? Maybe her own talk show? The girl clearly needs a platform. Keep reading »
One of my favorite hobbies is irresponsibly throwing cash, caution, and common sense to the wind, essentially handing off my dignity in return for high-end beauty products, but even my cosmetics-grubbing jaw drops at some of the prices on the stuff. Just the other day my very own father texted me to say, “Have you heard of La Prairie Cellular Cream Platinum? It’s $680.” I was like, “Step back, Dad. Don’t you know about Cle de Peau’s La Creme?” If you haven’t, let me fill you in: not only does the moisturizer itself cost $775, but they’re now producing just three crystal-encrusted 50-gram jars of the cream that will retail for $13,000. Seriously, who needs that shit? (Amanda Seyfried, apparently, as the ambassador of the brand.) You can’t just have the regular $775 cream, you need the crystal-encrusted one? Whatever, to each their own — if I had $13,000 to spare, I’d probably be buying jar #3 as we speak. Or paying a month’s rent on a two-bedroom brownstone with a backyard in the West Village, either one. Probably the brownstone. Anyway, Cle de Peau isn’t the only brand that goes a bit buckwild with its pricy offerings… here’s just a sampling of the most exorbitantly expensive skincare products money — a lot of money — can buy.
Ginnifer Goodwin usually looks one million shades of uncomfortable in whatever ill-advised avant-garde look she’s chosen as of late, so I’m thrilled to finally see her in a dress that doesn’t epitomize a classic case of the clothes wearing you (though I maintain that an angled shoulder-length “lob” would be infinitely more flattering on her round face than her current cropped style). This pretty Monique Lhuillier lace frock, while a bit twee for my personal taste (and who cares about that?), perfectly highlights Ginnifer’s girlish woodland nymph aesthetic, but the studded black heels and mother-of-pearl clutch keep the ensemble from veering too saccharine. On point! Bonus points for the neon lips (and matching nails!), and pssst: if you’re in the market for a hot pink pout just like Ginnifer’s, NARS Carthage is the be-all, end-all, case closed.
Keira Knightley is essentially perfect in every way. I will accept no argument: she is the precise type of girl for whom the old paper bag adage was made. This alone is a case for anything she wears registering an automatic “love it” with me, because seriously. Last night, Keira turned out in LA for the premiere of her new film with Steve Carrell, “Seeking a Friend for the End of the World” (that I am dying to see, by the way), and she opted for this embroidered Valentino for the occasion. Now, I am the rare breed of young person who embraces anything and everything with a floral print, even if it looks better suited to my great-aunt’s curtains than my body, but even so I’m feeling torn about Keira’s choice in dress here. It’s beautifully made, and I’m sure it’s breathtaking up close, but the raised flowers have serious, serious plush carpet factor. What do you think: are you down with this rug-like gown, or would you feel it better underfoot? I’m so sorry.
Miranda Kerr’s devotion to casual classic looks with a contemporary twist has earned her a bonafide spot as one of my primary sartorial inspirations, and while I’m sure the Victoria’s Secret mainstay (and she of the picture-perfect life) has a sharp-eyed stylist laying out her clothes and quite possibly putting them on for her while she’s fed grapes by hand, she never looks, well, styled. Miranda has assimilated seamlessly to the streamlined Manhattan aesthetic, so much so that I could feasibly be fooled into thinking that the native Australian was born and raised in my fair city. Bottom line, when doesn’t she look Style Stealable? Also, having a cute dog on your arm never hurts. Keep reading »
I would do some pretty depraved things for Kate Bosworth’s wardrobe. As an aside, I, too, walk down the street with a limp wrist, and I have no idea why. It’s just comfortable. [Photo: FameFlynet]