“I am on the limit of chubbiness because I love my food and my wine. It’s not the best for fashion, but it’s good for my mood. I am happy because I eat … If you don’t eat carbs, you slow your metabolism down. And you know what? You look miserable. The truth is I just don’t have the drive to be the prettiest and the thinnest. I can be happy for other people for their beauty. Learn to be happy for others and you can never run out of happiness.”
— I guess nobody’s perfect, not even Salma Hayek: the 40-year-old actress has been going on at length recently about her “chubbiness,” even referring to herself earlier in this Harper’s Bazaar UK piece as “dyslexic, short, and chubby.” While I agree with a lot of what Salma is saying here — it’s difficult to enjoy life when you live to be thin — calling herself chubby doesn’t really accomplish anything but, um, making everyone else feel kind of awful. Seriously, a world in which Salma Hayek’s body is considered undesirable is a world I do not want to live in. [Celebitchy] [Photo: Paola Kudacki/Harper's Bazaar]
Ugh, doesn’t Bebe Buell look just awful for 59? Her “rock ‘n’ roll love child” Liv Tyler must be so embarrassed to take her mom out in public. (I’m being sarcastic, obviously.) So yeah, confirmed: models don’t age. See one more after the jump! [Photo Credit: Jonathan Grassi for PMC] Keep reading »
Because fashion never puts a moratorium on being weirdly racially-charged (but not quite “racist”): French house Céline showed yesterday at Paris Fashion Week, and while the clothes were perfection (as Céline is wont to be), things got weird with the footwear, including some AstroTurf offerings and, um, these. They’re to die for, I know, but don’t get too attached: they only come in one shade, Caucasian. Honestly, I think this is less of a “diversity oversight” and more like this may very well be the only pair because who would actually wear them? Seriously, who? What’s bothering me infinitely more than the racial implications is the realistic bunching (wrinkles?) around the heel. I’m gagging. [NY Mag]
At this point I should know better than to get my nails done, because every single time I leave the salon with a fresh manicure, it’s inevitably ruined by the time I get home. There are just way too many variables that contribute to their destruction — basic human functions like using keys, texting, handling money, eating snacks, and going shopping immediately post-polish can all result in a less-than-perfect paint job. It’s just one of those ridiculous first world problems that really isn’t a big deal, but it can totally feel like one at the time, especially when you’ve just forked over $13 for the service (and maybe an extra dollar for quick-dry).
At long last, a company called Nails In Motion picked up on the problem and created these fingernail covers to defend your freshly lacquered fingertips against nicks and smudges. I doubt I’ll actually invest in a set (I mean, for their $24.99 price tag I could get one and a half manicures, and they’d be rendered frustratingly useless should you forget them in your car or buried at the bottom of your purse), but there’s a strange comfort in just knowing that they exist. [Refinery29]
Despite an unceremonious fall from grace in 1992, ’80s artist Rob Pruitt is making a name for himself once again in the contemporary art world, thanks in part to the chrome statue of Andy Warhol he erected on a high-traffic street corner in Manhattan’s Union Square last year. One would think that, with his irreverent creative sensibilities and the offhand, possibly misconstrued brand of “racism” that got him ousted from the scene in the first place, luxury fashion collaborations would be off the radar for this former wunderkind. Not so! Far from it, in fact — Pruitt has dreamed up an 18-piece collection for none other than Jimmy Choo, and God, is it hideous. Keep reading »
Leave it to Taylor Swift to not only find the time and wherewithal to not only ride her bike through the streets of Paris, but to look enviably lovely (and, naturally, a bit twee) while doing so, with nary a sporty sneaker nor sweaty bun to be found. While most of us claim spandex and a helmet as the defining features of our bike-riding attire, Taylor opted for a more glamorous look that’s still functional — an ankle-length skirt spares you the Flash Factor, while a cheeky (or plain, as you please) pair of flats will serve you just as well when you’re strolling down the street with your boyfriend… who just so happens to be American royalty. What? You mean your 18-year-old boyfriend isn’t a Kennedy? Well, that’s weird. Keep reading »
Depressingly enough, I often find Jessica Chastain to be the walking manifestation of When Bad Clothes Happen To Fabulous People (see Exhibits A, B, and C), but this is one look that I can definitely get behind. The actress showed up to Hedi Slimane’s first show for the newly-coined Saint Laurent in her YSL best, wearing the brand’s legendary Le Smoking jacket over a pretty polka-dot frock with a nipped-in waist. An updo and a deep crimson lip, along with the classic jacket, could nudge this look into too-old territory, but Jessica looks pretty damn fresh to me.
Maybe you’re mean, or maybe you’re just sassy. Maybe it’s Monday morning and you haven’t gotten your caffeine intravenously yet (three shots, please). Maybe it’s Saturday night and you feel like going to a trashy dive with your girlfriends without being approached by the lechers that generally come with it. Hell, maybe it’s Wednesday, and you just want to make it clear to your fellow subway riders that you are not in the mood to be shoved (are you ever?). Whatever the circumstances, let your wrist do the talking so you don’t have to: seriously, fuck off. [$44, Screwords]
As far as genes go, Georgia May Jagger’s got it made. Being the daughter of Mick Jagger and Jerry Hall may have its upsides, but unlike most offspring of rock royalty, the 20-year-old is hardly resting on her laurels. With major magazine campaigns, beauty contracts, and Vogue covers to her name, Georgia’s unique look — unsurprisingly, a composite of her mother’s statuesque beauty and her father’s rock and roll rakishness — has already left an impression on the fashion world (and those unmistakable lips might have a little something to do with it, too).
Georgia’s genetic mix of ladylike English rose and gritty libertine has landed her a coveted spot as the face of Vivienne Westwood, and I daresay she showed up some of the catwalkers during her appearance at this weekend’s show, where she played the part of the queen who had been out all night and then some. We may not be able to recreate that gorgeous embroidered gown or the pretty baroque tiara, but her easy, flattering makeup is practically begging to be copied (in less than five minutes, no less) … Keep reading »