Stand-up comedian and author Aaron Karo rose to fame as a college freshman at the University of Pennsylvania, where he began writing down what he called “Ruminations,” small observations about the universal truths of college: the dorm rooms, the friends, the food, the classes, the beer pong … and the women. (A sample “rumination” from September 2000: “You know what a great moment in college life is? Those two seconds. The two seconds when you first wake up at 3 p.m. after a hard night of partying. Because in those first two seconds you haven’t yet remembered that last night you threw up on your floor, punched a cop, and hooked up with an ugly chick. Savor those two seconds as best you can.”) One email to his close friends was forwarded to their friends, and to their friends. What started as a funny late-night email grew to an email newsletter, which grew to a stand-up comedy career, which grew to three published books. Keep reading »
Does it feel waaaay later than Tuesday to anyone else? Today, we have three people wearing new clothes and/or accessories, one with fabulous nail polish, and one who shows us the chic way to dress for a funeral. What are you rockin’ today?
So we knew that controversial man of the hour Kanye West was styling a photo shoot for Elle, but we didn’t guess that his major muse, Amber Rose, would be the one modeling the clothes, which, looking back, was astonishingly stupid on our parts. But everyone makes mistakes. Moving on! Pics from the October issue have leaked all over the interwebs! The results? Well, in-house Elle stylist and Creative Director Joe Zee has nothing to worry about because Kanye will not be stealing his job anytime soon. Then again, I’ve certainly seen worse.
But the real coup (and the one that will sell the magazines) is the bootylicious ass cheek shot, vaguely NSFW, after the jump! Keep reading »
New York Fashion Week and Nazis? Strange but true. These groups have unexpected historical ties. Fashion shows were held in Paris until 1943 when the war-ravaged, Nazi-occupied capitale de la mode was ill-equipped to present, to say the least. American fashion publicist Eleanor Lambert brought designers across the ocean to New York City in an event originally dubbed “Press Week.” It helped cement the city as a fashion destination. (Lambert was involved until the end, attending her last shows a month before her October 2003 death.)
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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 »