Chloe Sevigny was one of several celebs to hit up the Veuve Clicquot Manhattan Polo Classic today. It looks like she found this hat in a trunk in her grandmother’s attic, but it really goes with her retro suit with scalloped edges. And her exposed legs keep the look from being too staid. [NYC, 5/31/09] Keep reading »
Lately I’ve been getting a lot of advice. Solicited, unsolicited, much of it from female friends, most of it contradictory. Many of my female friends are in relationships, including my four closest girl friends, two of whom are married and two who are headed in that direction. They all are living vicariously through my “dating adventures,” though I’ve tried to tell them that it’s about as exciting as a bowl of oatmeal.
People give advice based on their own experiences. What works for them has got to work for you too, right? Like following a cake recipe, if you follow the right steps, you’ll get the end result you want. Except dating is nothing like baking and there’s no “right” way when it comes to matters of the heart. I watched “He’s Just Not That Into You” this weekend (out tomorrow on DVD) and if there’s a takeaway from that movies it’s this: everyone has a dating tale that is an exception to another person’s rule. Which is why all of the advice I’ve been getting has been making my head spin. Keep reading »
“They think this is a game show. It isn’t. It’s arduous. It’s fighting hunger. Since I haven’t eaten in 32 years, it won’t affect me.”
—Janice Dickinson, via Hollywood Rag, on why she’s a shoo-in to win “I’m a Celebrity, Get Me Out of Here” Keep reading »
Ads for luxury brand Louis Vuitton generally feature the rich and fabulous, i.e., Madonna, Sean Connery, Sofia Coppola, and Sean Connery. But the latest installment in the company’s Core Values series, shot by Annie Liebovitz, features lesser-known faces whose names we learned in elementary school history lessons. The ad pictures Sally Ride (the first American woman to enter space), Buzz Aldrin (set foot on the moon with Neil Armstrong), and Jim Lovell (commander of the Apollo 13 mission). Of course, the trio just happen to have a Vuitton satchel with them as they hang out on a battered pickup truck, looking at the moon. Isn’t it nice to have a change from the typical celeb faces we see hawking products? [WWD] Keep reading »
Call me crazy, but I’ve always found sonogram pictures of unborn babies a tad creepy. I mean, I’m happy to look at photos of people’s babies when they actually look like human beings with real facial features and everything, but anything before that seems superfluous. Take these sonogram cufflinks, for example — clever, but completely unnecessary. Save the sonogram pics for the baby albums, people. Keep reading »
Um, can I go on a date with the president? This Saturday, Barack Obama and his stunning date, first lady Michelle, jetted to New York City for romantic night on the town: dinner and a Broadway show. They chowed down at Blue Hill, then drove up the blockaded Sixth Avenue, where massive crowds lined the sidewalks, and headed to Belasco Theater to see “Joe Turner’s Come and Gone,” a play about black America in the early 1900s.
“I am taking my wife to New York City,” Obama said, “because I promised her during the campaign that I would take her to a Broadway show after it was all finished.” Keep reading »
When you’re a bridesmaid, everything is supposed to be about making the bride’s life easier, making the day go smoothly, blah, blah, blah. Know what it’s really all about? The dress. While a classic dress in a nice color shouldn’t be too much to ask for, bridesmaids generally end up covered in heinously colored ruffles, walking down the aisle in mild shame and kind of wishing for death. The madness must stop! Matching dresses and rhinestones of any kind need to be banned immediately. Not yet convinced? Check out these bridesmaid dress horror stories, and you too will dedicate yourself to the cause. Keep reading »
Parents just don’t understand. Back in high school, my dad dissed a dude with green dreads who came to pick me up for a date. Pops just wouldn’t let my knight in shining Doc Martens take me to the movies. It was totally embarrassing and infuriating, so, in retaliation, I dyed my hair bright red. Ha, take that! But now I’m beginning to think I’m not really that bad ass. Over the weekend, a 25-year-old Egyptian man took rebellion to a whole new level — crotch level, that is. The man lives in Qena, an impoverished and very old school region in the south of Egypt, where marriage is seen as a contract rather than an eternal union with a soul mate. This young guy, who comes from a wealthy family, fell in love with one of the regular people. After two years of his father refusing to let him marry the lady from a lower class, the man lowered his pants and chopped off his own penis. Ouch! That’s love? Though he was rushed to the hospital, doctors weren’t able to reattach his member. Now that the son has shown he’s got, um, balls, will his parents cut him off completely? [Boston Globe]
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I have no idea how much my own weight has fluctuated in the past couple of years, but I can tell you all about Kirstie Alley’s rides on the bathroom scale. And Melissa Joan Hart’s. And Britney’s and Kelly Clarkson’s and…well, you get the idea. A girl can’t grocery shop without 42-point font headlines screaming about another celeb’s double digit weight loss.
The problem isn’t just opportunistic tabloid editors making a quick buck. As Times‘ Sunday Styles section pointed out, the “Ass Size Ad Nauseum” problem is not so simple. No, some celebs are more than happy to tell us all about their jiggly parts. Keep reading »