Another reason you bra-less babes should wear a brassiere … Super-supportive underwear saved the life of a 57-year-old woman in Detroit when it deflected a bullet. A group of men broke into her neighbor’s house, and when she spotted them, one of the men fired a gun at her. Little did he know, she was wearing a formidable underwire bra! Cops said her brassiere “slowed the bullet down,” and even though she was injured, she didn’t die. And all my push-up bra has ever done for me is gotten me leered at. (While “life-saved-by-underwire-bra” is a great story, it’s not as great as the woman whose hair weave took a bullet for her. Now that’s loyalty.) [Reuters] Keep reading »
And how many of them do you actually want? Yesterday, I received six catalogs for quite possibly some of the most obscure clothing companies out there. The only one I was happy to keep was the Barneys one (which I had actually signed up for). As for Casual Living, Ulla Popken (I have no idea what that means), and Gump’s San Francisco, these would be great if I was in the market for some embroidered crepe dresses, elastic-waistband cropped pants, or dragonfly pillows.
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You just woke up. There are your four-inch heels. There’s the glittery halter top you wore last night. There’s that cute guy. There’s your eye makeup smudged all over his pillow. And there’s his mirror.
Oh, no. Oh, no, oh no, oh no.
Enter the Walk of Shame Kit: a clean pair of lacy panties, sunglasses, a hair tie, a hairbrush, a hand-held mirror and a pen (with which to leave your number!). The goodies are tucked into a tiny clutch that fits easily inside your purse. Salvation for us girls for whom popping a breath mint and running fingers through our bedhead constitute morning-after-grooming. You’re on your own figuring out where you put your car keys, though. [$24.99, The Walk Of Shame Kit] Keep reading »
Steve Urkel would have you thinking that he was pretty much born with suspenders and thick-rimmed glasses. Yet, the truth is, nerd style, like the disheveled hipster look, is carefully cultivated. Now, there’s NerdBoyfriend.com, a website that features pictures of dorky (yet famous) dudes, along with style suggestions on how to get those looks.
We know your guy’s been lusting after Steve Martin’s camel hair blazer and Bob Dylan’s glasses. He need look no further. You’ll find looks for well-knowns like George Harrison, Christopher Walken, and the band Kraftwerk. Mostly, we’re loving the site for the photos. Keep talking nerdy to us. [NerdBoyfriend.com] Keep reading »
These ads caught my eye — which I suppose is exactly what their creators at Brazilian ad agency Publicis had in mind when they created them. The image is arresting, isn’t it? In this provocative ad series, the women appear to be holding their own lopped off heads. The tagline is an odd fit, though. “Keep a high self-esteem even after taking off your high heels.” Not sure I get that. I mean, I get the line by itself, but how does that work when the image would suggest the tagline should read: “Keep a high self-esteem — even after losing your head”? Another version reads: “Let’s face it: what’s the point having 40 pairs of shoes in your closet and 5 books on your shelf?” Which would seem to suggest if that’s what you’ve got, you’re an idiot? A third says: “Beauty attracts men. Intelligence keeps them.” Well, now I’m just confused. Maybe it would make more sense if I was holding my head in my hands. [Ads of the World] Keep reading »
Being fashionable and eco-friendly at the same time can be less about the green in your clothes and more about the green in your wallet. Luckily, Loomstate, the organic clothing company known for its jeans and t-shirts, has launched a line with Target. Keep reading »
“Notorious,” the biopic of larger-than-life rapper Chris Wallace, a.k.a. The Notorious B.I.G., is out today. The movie chronicles Biggie’s life from his Brooklyn childhood to his death by gunfire. Even if you haven’t been touched by Biggie’s music, you’ll be moved by his rags-to-riches life story. [$24.49, Amazon] Keep reading »
Minutes ago, famed fashion photographer Steven Klein debuted a new fashion featurette online: “Clorox Blue.” (To see the movie on the Flash site, click Moving Image > Film Projects > Clorox Blue.) Staying true to Klein’s controversially creative takes as of late, it’s provocative. Starring supermodel Amber Valletta working alongside boy-toys du jour Tyson Ballou and Ryan Snyder, the film appears to be a seedy peek at scenes in the life of a bathroom hooker. The series of vignettes are tiny, disturbing, fashionable dreams in which our prostitute heroine interacts with gold-toothed pimps and rubber-clad clients. Wearing couture all the while, of course. While I can’t say I totally “get” it, I know that I like it. [Pipeline] Keep reading »
That stabbing sensation in a woman’s toes may not always be from her do-me heels. In rarefied circles, it’s a little jab of Botox. Dr. Suzanne Levine is a New York City aesthetic podiatrist for the “Gossip Girl” set, and she perks up the wrinkly feet of ladies who lunch—so their Louboutins won’t reveal their ages.
Dr. Levine charges $500 for Pillows for Your Feet, her biannual Juvaderm and Sculptra injections. “[Some women] are so embarrassed, they go to a separate section of Bergdorf to try on shoes, and they leave their socks on during intimate moments, or even at their gynecologists office, which I just find so hilarious,” she says.”
To all you ladies out their wearing socks in the stirrups because you’re afraid your gyno is going to be appalled by your wrinkly feetyou are way obsessed, my dears. Sounds like you need some foot fetishist love. [NY Observer] Keep reading »
There are a lot of guys who like nothing better than a girl who rolls out of bed, brushes her chompers, throws on a pair of jeans and a shirt and is ready for whatever life has to throw at her. I am not one of those guys. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate that sometimes you (or I) may want to throw on a non-Red Sox cap and beeline it to the quickie mart for all the essentials (Fruit Roll-Ups, TP, ketchup, Olde English, the basics). Keep reading »