I’ve never been the type of girl to sport hair accessories with regularity. (I tried the Blair Waldorf headband thing in high school before I realized it was more than a little bit to blame for my atrocious tension headaches, and that was the end of that.) Sure, I’ll pop a decorative bobby pin in there once in a while for some oomph if I’m looking especially haggard, but otherwise I take my hair plain with a ponytail holder. But against my better rationality, I cannot escape my magpie nature: when I spotted the glistening gold stars tucked into models’ hair at the Rodarte Autumn/Winter show (at left), it was love at first sight. Seriously. Screw men, I want stars in my hair. Keep reading »
So much has been said about Anna “Nuclear” Wintour, but she doesn’t seem to say much herself. The longtime Vogue editor-in-chief conducts herself just about as privately as it gets, so when rumors flew last summer that she was in the process of writing a memoir, we had our doubts. After all, the woman only gives an interview once in a blue moon (and even then, it’s only in the interest of her magazine), let alone a tell-all book. In a rare move, Wintour took to Telegraph this week to talk everything from her father (the editor of the London Evening Standard newspaper) to her creative director and contemporary Grace Coddington’s new read. But here’s what you really want to know: what does she really look for in a potential hire? The answer might surprise you.
“I look for strong people,” she says of her staff. “I don’t like people who’ll say yes to everything I might bring up. I want people who can argue, and disagree, and have a point of view that’s reflected in the magazine. My dad believed in the cult of personality. He brought great writers and columnists to the Standard. I try to do that here, too.”
More highlights from the interview, after the jump… Keep reading »
We’ve said it before and we’ll say it again: the world is Miranda Kerr‘s runway. She’s just casually posing in the street, looking like she stepped straight out of the pages of Vogue! You know what they say — if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em, and if you can’t hunt down the same exact printed skirt no matter how hard you try, and oh God did you try, well, find one kind of similar. We’re stealing Miranda’s effortless look, after the jump… [Photo: FameFlynet] Keep reading »
”[Lucian Freud] told me about when he was in the navy, when he was 19 or something, and he used to do all of the tattoos for the sailors. And I said, ‘Oh my God, that’s amazing.’ And he went, ‘I can do you one. What would you like? Would you like creatures of the animal kingdom?’ I mean, it’s an original Freud. I wonder how much a collector would pay for that? A few million? … If it all goes horribly wrong I could get a skin graft and sell it! It’s probably the only one on skin that’s still around, because when he was in the navy he was about 19. Can you imagine?”
— Considering the late, great artist‘s nude painting of Kate Moss sold for £3.9 million (Sienna Miller could learn a thing or two from Kate’s choice in pregnant portraiture), which equates to approximately $6.2 million, the morbid fact of the matter is that his etching of two swallows on the supermodel’s lower back would likely be worth exponentially more. (If people actually did that stuff, that is. Do they? Don’t tell me.) That is one fancy tramp stamp. [Huffington Post]
I would like to (firmly but gently) scold whoever reintroduced jumpsuits to popular fashion, because 99.99999 percent of the time the results are not only obscenely bad, but also infused with genuinely obscene cameltoe situations. I can’t, however, bring myself to hate on Diane Kruger in this embroidered lace version of the trend by Jason Wu ― the cut is actually flattering, but I don’t know if that has more to do with the garment itself or who’s wearing it. The German actress has shown us that she can take essentially any questionable look (even jaunty little caps!) and make it look like the best thing ever, so it doesn’t surprise me that this difficult silhouette becomes incredibly chic on her, especially when worn with the perfect simple accessories. Are you loving Diane’s take on the jumpsuit (I’ll admit, I kind of am), or would you rather see her in one of her many girly Chanel frocks?
Just because we’d rather not expose ourselves to the dangers of the Black Friday in-store fray doesn’t mean we won’t be shopping the sales from the comforts of our couches ― which, by the way, is where you’ll be able to find us for the next several days. We’ve scoured the very corners of the web to find the best holiday deals on clothes, home goods, and beauty products, and rounded them all up here. Keep reading »
You hate “Twilight,” right? Just seeing those stupid promotional posters hanging in the movie theatre where you went to see something super-intellectual like, oh, I don’t know, fucking “Argo” or something, gives you an innate visceral malaise. Well, you know who hates it more? Robert Pattinson. You know, the star of the whole damn thing? Yeah, well, he hates “Twilight.” He is sick to death of “Twilight.” Coincidentally, he would also like to break the hands and mouth of whoever coined the name “R. Pattz.” And he hates his life. And you absolutely must see R. Pattz Hates His Life, a Tumblr full of GIFs that demonstrate just how much Rob hates his life. And “Twilight.” He’s out of his mind and it is fantastic. That Kristen Stewart is a lucky girl. Livin’ the dream of all weirdos everywhere. [Robert Pattinson Hates His Life]
We generally pride ourselves on being perfectly composed and businesslike here at The Frisky offices
ahahahahahaha, but I think we can all agree that we’ve endured a rough couple of weeks. Mercury Retrograde has had its wicked way with us, and needless to say, there have been some tears. Quite a few, in fact. So many that we now consider ourselves well-versed experts in the art of looking good (read: halfway acceptable, maybe), even when we feel like absolute shit. Leaving the house may be the very last thing you want to do when you’re feeling godawful for whatever reason, yet part of any recovery process is getting out in the world and reminding yourself that, yes, life goes on … but we’ve got you covered should you find yourself breaking down in the produce aisle. We know. It happens.
It is fairly common knowledge that getting older directly corresponds with getting weirder. Karl Lagerfeld was pretty fucking weird to begin with, but now, at 79, I think it’s safe to say that the longtime Chanel designer is the weirdest. The Kaiser may not consider himself a “political person,” but he did take some interest in this year’s presidential election (didn’t everyone?), even awaking early the following day in anticipation of the results. “Inspired” by the subject of President Obama, Karl celebrated the Democratic win in the way he knows best: by illustrating the POTUS in chef whites (using Shu Uemura makeup, because duh) bearing a cake in the shape of the White House. The handwritten caption reads, in German: “The Biggest Chef in the World: 10 X 5 Stars.” I’m sure there must be something to this metaphor, but it is 100 percent lost on me. [WWD via The Gloss]
Ooh, girl, no. Top, pants: totally fine on their own, but you know Oscar de la Renta only intended for them to be worn at the same time by his grandmother.