Now that Paris Fashion Week is winding down, we can reflect back on the weeks and weeks of runway shows, designer spotlights and trend forecasting. But before we close the chapter entirely on the Spring/Summer 2013 season, let’s take a look at some of the bizarre headwear that made its way down the runway this past month.
I’ve finally gotten around to reading Mindy Kaling’s book, Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? One of the things that struck me the most is her chapter about the difference between men and boys. She reveals that until she was in her 30s, she only dated boys because men scared the shit out of her:
“Boys are wonderful in a lot of ways. They make amazing, memorable homemade gifts. They’re impulsive. Boys can talk for hours with you in a diner at three in the morning because they don’t have regular work hours. But they suck to date when you turn 30 …Men know what they want and they and they don’t let you in on their inner monologue, and that is scary.”
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Yesterday, a guy friend of mine IM’d me with something weighing on his mind. “Can we talk about how Daenerys Targaryen is dating Stewie?! You need to do a slideshow about guys who are dating women way out of their league.” He was of course referring to the recent coupling of Emilia Clarke, the actress who plays Daenerys on “Game Of Thrones,” and Seth MacFarlane, the creator of “Family Guy.” The thing is, while I acknowledge that Emilia is agoddess unparalleled, I couldn’t get all that worked up about her dating a guy who, quite factually, is less attractive than she is (my friend said that some of Seth’s expressions recall Sloth from “Goonies,” if you wanted a sense of just how unattractive he finds MacFarlane).
“Dude,” I wrote back. “I actually think he’s kind of hot. I like a guy who can do many, many voices.” My friend then said that his sister found him hot as well, but he just didn’t get it. I tried to explain: “A sense of humor goes a long way. Why do you think there’s such a long history of kind of homely to downright ugly comedians dating smokin’ hot women?”
Which is not to say I always get it myself. While I see the appeal of Seth MacFarlane (though he is no Khal Drogo), some of these comedian/hottie pairings have left me scratching my head because the funny didn’t out weigh the fugly. Sorry, Andy Dick…
Uh, October 1st, whatthewhat?! This year is flying by and I do not approve.
Another fall, another round of intense fashion weeks. Whether we’re talking Melbourne or Milan, one thing remains a constant — there are a lot of damn boobs on the runway. And sometimes they fall out of their shirts or stand at attention under sheer underthings. Here, we’ve captured the latest round of boobs on display during the spring/summer 2013 fashion week season. Don’t say we never did nothin’ for ya.
The other day, I watched “Fela Kuti: Music Is The Weapon,” a 1980s’ documentary about Nigerian musician and activist Fela Kuti. Kuti’s life has been turned into a hit Broadway play called Fela (see it if you can), and his songs of revolution, strife and struggles of everyday life in Nigeria still resonate today. “Music Is The Weapon” chronicles Kuti’s 1983 failed run for president of Nigeria, and the intimidation and torture he and his family endured at the hands of police. Kuti’s family was rather, um, nontraditional; in the ’70s, he married 27 women — members of his extended band and dancers for his performances — in one large Yoruba ceremony. He called them his “queens,” and apparently he only kept 12 wives on tap in his commune (dubbed the Kalakuta Republic) at any given time, rotating them in and out of matrimonial service. After police pressure on the Kuti compound increased, many of his wives deserted him.
After a stint in prison in 1985 he divorced all of his wives, claiming that he no longer believed in marriage. The women featured in “Music Is The Weapon” were some of Kuti’s closest companions and advisers, the mothers of his children and followers of his belief in radical change for Nigeria. They also had incredible style — as these shots of the women in full performance makeup — prove.