Hi, welcome to Camp Lady Gaga Is Boring And Pretentious, population 1 and it’s me. I recognize that I am all but vastly, utterly alone in thinking that this “Lady Gaga” character is one of the most stale, uninteresting “personalities” to have ever made her mark on pop culture. David Bowie, Grace Jones, Madonna Ciccone for Christ’s sake — they did it first, and better. It’s not her image I take issue with, it’s the severe, and I think unmistakable, dichotomy between her mask and her music. She’s so avant-garde! She has a lobster on her head! She’s in a meat dress! She’s in an egg! It’s like the womb! Edgy! Individual! Born this way! Lazy, insufferable ra-ra-ra bubblegum pop cribbed from “Express Yourself,” tossed into the mass media music machine! She’s making a perfume called “Fame” that will be a black liquid with “the feeling and sense” of blood and semen and a bottle heavily “inspired by” Thierry Mugler’s Alien. She snagged the upcoming cover of this year’s Vogue September issue. Tell me why, you guys! When is this person going to do something that’s real and unique? I’m not going to hold my breath, but can we please move past Stefani Germanotta? Bring me the next Britney! Whatever happened to the punk rock pop stars?
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Kristen Stewart and I have a few things in common, like smoking pot and sleeping with Robert Pattinson, but I would say that our most pronounced similarity is the fact that we both drool over Charlize Theron on the regular. In fact, I kind of share that with every red-blooded male and lady-appreciating female — she is the Regina George to my Janis Ian. It’s part envy, part obsession, and part give me your perfect son. You may notice that Charlize looks a little different here, a little less … having hair: the actress shaved her head for her upcoming role in “Mad Max: Fury Road,” and I think she is (in true “Mad Max” style) killing the buzzed look. I’m serious about baby Jackson though, Charlize better watch out. That kid is BEYOND. [Photo: FameFlynet] Keep reading »
Elizabeth Taylor has long been on our style inspiration radar, but her memory is more alive than ever now what with that trainwreck Lindsay Lohan depicting her in a très highbrow Lifetime film. The horror! Elizabeth (who actually loathed being called Liz) was, unlike Lindsay, shambolic in the best way possible, the hottest mess that ever lived. She was a genetic mutant born with double rows of eyelashes, a violet-eyed lush and lover who was famous for her roles, her romances, and her prevailing kindness. Let’s not forget her fashion influence: she helped to bring Valentino and Halston into demand, and when she passed away last year, her jewelry collection was rumored to be worth well over $150 million. They just don’t make movie stars like Elizabeth anymore. Keep reading »
“I’ve stopped wearing makeup when I’m not working. For a while I thought I had dark circles and bad skin, and then I realized I was seeing myself that way because I didn’t recognize myself anymore without makeup. Now when I wear it, I think I look really weird!”
— Surprise, Leighton Meester is as far from her “Gossip Girl” character Blair Waldorf as humanly possible! This is so true — as someone who wears a full face of (admittedly light) makeup from when I wake up in the morning until I wash it off before bed, I’m sometimes appalled by my own foundation-free face because I’m so used to a false sense of perfection. I like to skip the spackle on the weekends so that I don’t forget what I look like. Leighton is on the cover of Lucky’s July issue, where she also talks about shopping for clothes at garage sales and thrift stores, and falling in love with everyone she meets all the time. A girl after my own heart in so many ways! [Just Jared]
Is Kate Bosworth just the prettiest, or what? Wednesday’s Theory and Saks-sponsored Whitney Art Party in NYC saw the 29-year-old actress and director beau Michael Polish all loved up after a heated public altercation at the CFDA Awards after-party on Monday night. I love this look, especially the Theyskens’ Theory shift: it’s simple without being underdone or boring, and the greyscale tones on her Giuseppe Zanotti sandals are the perfect complement to a little black dress. Spot-on for a Soho art party, if you ask me.
I have a mixed bag of emotions regarding Lana del Rey, but I’m pretty consistent with my love of her hair and makeup. Voluminous sixties-inspired bouffants paired with heavy-lidded cat eyes is just the type of thing I’m into, and Lana usually nails the look. Usually. Whatever’s going on here is so, so questionable: large and in charge with, like, a cluster of fake butterflies pinned to it? Could someone please explain this to me? I’m afraid I don’t understand.
Chanel events always, without fail, draw an extraordinarily dressed crowd — Karl Lagerfeld, after all, only associates with the most fabulous of people (and yes, the same standard applies to his choice in pets). The Parisian fashion house feted the opening of a 113-photo exhibit to preface Lagerfeld’s upcoming photo book, a collaboration with former Vogue Paris editor-in-chief Carine Roitfeld. “The Little Black Jacket: Chanel’s Classic Revisited” features celebs like Sarah Jessica Parker, Kanye West, and Tilda Swinton celebrating — what else? — Chanel’s iconic little black jacket. If you’re in the New York City area, the exhibit opens Friday, June 8 (that’s tomorrow, y’all) at 18 Wooster St. and runs for a week, and the book comes out on August 15. If you can’t make it to check out the show, and don’t feel up to cashing out $98 for a book (me neither), here’s the next best thing: the good, the bad, and the “what in the name of Coco was she thinking” from last night’s event. Commençons!
I used to harbor an inexplicable hatred for button-down blouses. Actually, I can explain. I don’t mean the actual blouses themselves, or on other people — I actually would see other people wearing them and be jealous of how good they looked. The problem was when I would try them on myself. Suddenly, my shoulders looked broad, my boobs flattened, and my hips enormous. I continued to try them every once in a while in hopes that I would one day be the type of girl who looked good in them… and now I am! My body didn’t change or anything, I just realized that I was going for the wrong type of shirt. Starchy button-downs still look terrible on my difficult-to-dress figure, but it turns out that a semi-sheer, silky blouse might even be my best look. They don’t fare well for the summertime, which is why I’m turning to the sleeveless variety to carry me through. Click through for 10 stylish, flattering sleeveless blouses perfect for wearing right now!
I am not qualified to talk about the Queen’s Diamond Jubilee, because I know literally nothing about it except for this very factual article I read on Vice. What can I say? I’m incredibly American in my ignorance. But oh my god, you guys, a royal wore nail art! Okay, so it was Princess Eugenie of York, which isn’t quite the same thing as, say, Duchess Catherine breaking out the Color Club, but still. Eugenie complimented her purple dress with a Union Jack on all 10 of her digits in honor of her grandmother’s, um, anniversary. Of something. It’s a cute idea, but I think it looks poorly executed and frankly, kind of gross. Thoughts?
Everyone I know is probably sick to death of hearing me talk about Karl Lagerfeld, because he is a bastard, but who could ever get tired of hearing about his Siamese cat, Choupette? Not us. Especially when he goes on at length in interviews about how spoiled she is. WWD sought out Karl at the premiere of his “Little Black Jacket” exhibit in NYC, and while his responses to inquiries about Chanel and politics were succinct in typical Karl fashion, the design superstar couldn’t stop gushing about his feline friend. I would even go so far as to say she might be his daughter. Behold:
“She is a famous beauty. She is nine months old. [Model] Baptiste [Giaconi] gave her to me for Christmas to watch for two weeks when he was away but then I refused to give her back. I thought she was too cute. She is like a kept woman. She has a strong personality. She has lunch and dinner with me on the table, with her own food. She doesn’t touch my food. She doesn’t want to eat on the floor. She sleeps under a pillow and she even knows how to use an iPad. She has two personal maids, for both night and day. She is beyond spoiled. … When I am not there, the maids take down, in little books, everything she did, from what she ate, to how she behaved, if she was tired, and if she wasn’t sleeping. In the nine months, we already have almost 600 pages.”