Call me obsessed, I don’t care! So I spent a few hours over the holiday weekend, collecting 32 photos and 14 GIFs featuring Jay-Z and Beyonce (aka Jayonce) being all cute and loving and adorable and sexy together. I am celebrating love. These two give me hope that love is not dead! Check out the photos in the gallery above, and the GIFs after the jump. I could have included so many more, you guys; I really held back.
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Like everyone else in the country with excellent taste and a belly full of adult beverages, I very much enjoyed Beyoncé’s half-time performance at the Super Bowl on Sunday. I loved her all-woman band, particularly Bibi McGill’s spark-shooting axe. I loved the Destiny’s Child reunion. I loved that my Beyoncé half-time BINGO card included a square for “killing it,” which I ticked off within seconds of the show’s start.
And yet, my reaction to her post-halftime announcement of the upcoming “Mrs. Carter Show” tour was not to cheer her on in a post-feminist choose-your-choice fist-pump, but to huff: “Call me when Jay-Z goes on a Mr. Knowles tour.”
Why does the most powerful woman pop star in the world want, or need, to remind everyone she’s married? What does a Mrs. moniker have with her ability to sing, dance and write songs? And no, the name issue isn’t what gets me. I’m not raising a figurative eyebrow at “Carter,” I’m raising a figurative eyebrow at “Mrs.” Keep reading »
I must admit, not a day goes by where I don’t wake up feeling just a tiny bit pissed off that Gwyneth Paltrow is BFFs with Jay-Z and Beyonce. And husband Chris Martin reaps the rewards! On New Year’s Eve, Coldplay and Jay-Z co-headlined the Barclays Center in Brooklyn, ring in the new year with Jay’z “Run This Town.” In the background, you can see Gwyneth gettin’ down with her fierce white lady moves. (I’m not judging, really — I went to see Phish TWICE this weekend and have never danced so white in my life.) And on stage you can also see kids Apple and Moses dancing as well. I’m not so jealous of Gwyneth’s friendship with the Carters that I can’t admit that’s pretty cute. [NYMag.com]
“I loved it! It was very energizing talking to Jay-Z. Just who he is, not having to do with all the cameras, but he really, genuinely spreads an aura of empowerment around him. And I suspect he was always able to do that even before fame. It’s not just directed at younger people. I picked up that feeling, too.”
– Ellen Grossman, the straphanger who was captured on film meeting Jay-Z on the subway, talks to NYMag.com about the rapper’s awesome aura. When he repeated his name to her, sheput two and two together. ”I thought about R&B … rap, that music, which I listen to occasionally because I want to be in touch,” she explained frickin’ adorably. Ellen is actually an artist and thinks that maybe there’s some similarities between her work and Jay’s music, so could a collaboration be in store? ”I don’t think I’m capable of altering what I do to tailor to him, but I think there might be some intersection,” she said. Maybe Hov could hire her to work on his next music video? Just a thought. I want this friendship to last foreva-eva. [NYMag.com]
Yesterday, on his birthday, Jay-Z’s YouTube page released a 24-minute documentary about his eight-night run at the Barclay Center in Brooklyn. The best moment in the great little film is when Jay takes the subway to his last performance (which, brag brag brag, I attended) and sits down to a lovely older woman named Ellen (she’s since been identified as artist Ellen Grossman), who doesn’t know who he is … at first. It’s an adorable exchange and the only thing that maybe would have made it better is if Beyonce had been there and taught Ellen the “Countdown” dance. But maybe Bey can consider such a scene for her upcoming documentary. Anyway, watch above! [HyperVocal]
We’re so bored of our own text messages. The only people who text us regularly are our mothers. Hi mom! We love you, but blergh. We wonder what kind of sexy text messages celeb couples are exchanging … hmmm. They must me more titillating than ours. Or at least more entertaining.