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Alongside the hordes of glorious dresses that we’d do, well, rather illegal things for, Fashion Week is chock-full of hideous missteps and odd little quirks on every runway. Over the past few days, a handful of them have stood out to us. Like Zac Posen’s fashionable yeti look (above). Who knew gorilla-armed outfits could still look kind of slutty?
Want to know what not to do when you fly the friendly skies? Just ask British socialite Clare Irby, a descendant of the Guinness family, and random dude Daniel Melia, who may go down in history as the worst passengers ever. They tore s**t up on an 11-hour flight from India to London—they were so punk-rock that the cops were waiting to arrest them on the tarmac. The two got it on while Clare’s two-year-old son cried and Daniel’s girlfriend slept nearby. When the GF woke up, she and Daniel got in a fight and he threw his iPod headphones at her. Meanwhile, Clare woke sleeping passengers, demanding wine and accusing the in-flight staff of stealing her bag filled with diamonds. The ruckus continues, after the jump. Keep reading »
I’m pretty dang obsessed with Rad Hourani for making lots of hard-edged, androgynous black clothes that look good on girls and boys. Yesterday, the show did not disappoint, but what I’m really here to talk about is how pitch-perfect the makeup was. The obvious go-to would be lots of dark liner or purple-stained lips but MAC makeup artist Hung Vanngo had a fresh idea — to contrast the rock star zippers and gorgeous metallic accents with the dewiest, most luminescent skin I’ve ever seen up close. Hung told me he wanted the skin to look healthy and here is his secret weapon: MAC Strobe Cream. It’s loaded with green tea and other antioxidants to perk up dull skin and contains all kinds of iridescent particles that reflect the light in a way that’s glowy — as opposed to Paris Hilton glittery (yuck) — and blinds anyone gazing upon your beautiful mug to any and all imperfections. In short, it’s the easiest way to fake perfect skin ever. Just use it as a primer, dab a bit of concealer around your nose and any problem areas, and you’re done. That’s it. Now get outta here. Keep reading »
I committed one of the cardinal sins of dating recently. I somehow found myself in a heated conversation about the B word. As in BABIES. With someone I’ve been seeing for two weeks. I know. Upon realizing the foolishness of this move, I considered putting my suicide windows to use. But hear me out. Keep reading »
In case you haven’t heard, the adult movie industry is in trouble. Battered by a perfect storm of problems in recent years — online content pirating, a series of federal obscenity indictments, two HIV outbreaks — the global recession has threatened to push the San Fernando Valley-based X-rated video industry into its death throes. These days, already strapped consumers don’t feel the need to buy what they can get online for free. Consequently, Porn Valley profits have dropped by an estimated 30 to 50 percent, adult production companies are going under left and right, and porn starlets and woodsmen alike are working for less and less often. Who killed porn? As one director put it to me, “Pandora’s box has been opened. The Internet did that.” Now, there’s no going back. So, what’s the jizz biz to do? Here are 10 ways the porn industry can save itself from becoming one more casualty of the economic apocalypse.
“Project Runway” winner Christian Siriano had some words for Kate Gosselin at Fashion’s Night Out last week. “Is she trying to rock my look?” he wondered. “If she was a real person, which at this point, now she is not, then I think it is a cool, cute look. I’d be like, ‘Oh lady, look at you, you look fabulous!’ Now she needs to up her game.”
My 85-year-old Grandma has got some serious game and an even hotter love life than I do. Still dating in her golden years, my grams finally settled down and moved in with her sexy new boyfriend. He’s 94, also a Holocaust survivor, and a total charmer. They spend the winters at her condo in Boca (that’s Boca Raton, Florida, natch), and the summers at his place in New York. Clearly, she knows what she’s doing when it comes to men! So, while she’s in town, I’ve been hassling my own personal dating guru to share her secrets with us Frisky gals. Last episode, she gave us the inside scoop on the best places to meet men, masturbation, sex back in the day, and having a porn addiction. But this time, I really went there and asked my grammy about dating friends, blow jobs, who should pay for a date, and anal sex. Yes, anal. What, did you think I’d let her get off easy?
Got a question for Simcha’s grandma? Email email@example.com—no topic is off limits for this silver fox! And she loves reading your emails. Keep reading »
I wasn’t so interested in watching the first episode of Jay Leno’s new prime-time show last night, until I heard that Kanye West was appearing, to talk about the Taylor Swift Debacle of 2009. And I gotta say, after a lame apology on his website yesterday, Kanye seemed really sincere, at least partly because Jay took a pot shot and asked Kanye what his mom would say. After a long pause, and maybe a moment of almost crying, Kanye said, “I deal with hurt. So many celebrities, they never take the time off and I’ve never the taken the time off—it’s music after music and tour after tour. And I’m just ashamed that my hurt caused someone else’s hurt. I don’t try to justify it, because I was in the wrong. But I need to, after this, take some time off and analyze how I’m gonna make it through the rest of my life.”