The Cannes Film Festival photos have been slowly trickling in — the photographers must be on French time — and the ladies that were in attendance really brought out the big fashion guns. After the jump, some of our very favorites. Keep reading »
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My back hurts just looking at her. But for the record, don’t you guys think Angelina looks so much prettier and more glowing when she’s pregs? It’s the glow of the added pregnancy weight, I think. [Premier of Kung Fu Panda, Cannes Film Festival, 5/15/08] Keep reading »
Catherine and I are obsessed with hats. I can’t wait for the weather to commit to Spring so I can break out my awesome woven straw fedora. In the meantime, we enjoy looking at pictures of guys in hats because most of the time, it makes for some serious sex appeal. Unless they are covering a majorly receding hair line. Click here for eight hotties in hats.
Have you ever dreamed that you slept with your father? Or rode a mechanical bull while a coworker watched? We have and were disturbed for months. Fortunately, dreams don’t always mean what you think they do, and having sex with your father is nothing to worry about, so long as it only happens in your subconscious. Here, we ask psychologist Veronica Tonay, Ph.D. to decode your crazy dreams each and every week, so that you can sleep at night, and dream some more.
THE DREAM IN QUESTION: I had a dream Brad Pitt and George Clooney made me their sidekick. George wanted to go to IHOP for pancakes. They tried to figure out the back way to get in so paparazzi wouldn’t catch me and take photos of me as their “lady friend.” I didn’t like the dress I was wearing. We arrived at the back entrance of IHOP. I was wrapped around the motorcycle with my crotch pressed into Brad’s back. It was more me and Brad, and George was nearby. I didn’t really care about George. I didn’t mind the paparazzi taking photos of me though. My hair was windswept. I looked fierce, storming towards the entrance in my boots and my wrap dress, feeling tiny between these two, big men. Brad kept rubbing the small of my back. It was a GLORIOUS dream. — Stealing Angelina’s Husband, New York, NY