A new arrestingly stylish short film from NOWNESS, this one starring actress Bryce Dallas Howard (that’s Ron Howard’s daughter, natch) in photographer-turned-director Alex Prager’s “Despair.” The look is 1960s Los Angeles, and the story all noir in this film that “takes its cues from the opening of Charles Laughton’s ‘Night of the Hunter (1955),’ and the Hans Christian Andersen-inspired 1948 ballet ‘The Red Shoes.’” Howard’s lost woman makes a mysterious phone call, stumbles upon a symbolic red door, and experiences existential ennui — until she meets her dramatic end. It may be incomprehensible, but it’s also very pretty. [NOWNESS] Keep reading »
Forget the must-have IT bag of the season; Teen Vogue has discovered the ultimate trend of the moment — a gay best friend or GBF. The teenybopper glossy has uncovered shocking, groundbreaking news: Girls like to hang out with boys who can dress well, are slightly snarky, will tell you exactly what they think of your outfit, and have a great sense of humor. Now, I don’t know about you, but I’ve had gay best friends my entire life (and they haven’t all fit the perfect gay mold that the mag describes), so I certainly wouldn’t considering this a new “thing.” But thanks to shows like “Glee” and “Ugly Betty,” the GBF has caught the attention of a younger generation, and 15-year-olds all over have discovered the joys of having their own gay best friends. Putting aside, for a sec, that GBFs are a) not new and b) people not accessories, here’s an interesting twist on this non-story: the rise of the in-demand GBFs. Keep reading »
American Apparel may be going bankrupt, but recently the retailer’s new styles have been right on the money. Take, for example, this simple jersey tank dress with a sexy scooped back. Our minds are racing with a myriad of ways to use and wear this item. Beach cover-up? Comfy nightgown, perhaps? Trying going risqué with the look: pair the dress with a fun-colored bra that peeks out the back. Or go hipster-retro with spandex biker shorts underneath. Convinced? We’re already planning our AA lunch break shopping trip.
Two years ago, feeling nostalgic for the pink and white, peppermint-striped hula hoop I used to play with as a kid, I decided to sign up for a “hoop dancing” class at a studio near Greenwich Village. I’m not much for conventional exercise, but add “dance” to the end of any noun — table dance, lap dance, high school dance … well, OK, maybe not every noun — and I’m sold on the calorie-busting activity. So when I heard about hoop dance classes — or, hooping, as some people call it — and that you could burn an entire lunch and dinner off in an hour, I jumped at the opportunity to check it out. What I learned in those classes was enough to put my 8-year-old hoop-twirling self to shame. Keep reading »
The Peekaru is either a baby-carrying device or a fleece jacket that happens to come with a baby stuck inside it. We’ll assume the former, but will nevertheless attest to its creepiness. A coat with a baby’s head popping out of the top seems more like a wardrobe choice for the horror flick “Baby Demon Spawn III.” Are you terrified yet? (That baby on the right seems to be.) [Fashion Is Stupid, TogetherBe] Keep reading »