Even though the Olsen twins — i.e. Mary-Kate and Ashley, for those of you who recognize they are two separate humans — are only seven or so years younger than me, I will forever think of them as adorable Michelle Tanner on “Full House,” forever slightly shocked to see them all grown up. Here they are, appearing on “Ellen” and promoting their two new fragrances, looking and talking like poised, cool, smart, stylish adults. Mary Kate is engaged. To a FRENCHMAN. It’s like the Olsen twins are suddenly not only NOT children, but adults who are more responsible and mature and together than I am. WTF?
There once lived two sisters, born of the same magical egg, an egg which once belonged to the most powerful sorcerer in the kingdom. That sorcerer made a deal with the devil, and lost — and damned his magical egg daughters to a life of eternal opposition. Where one would have two names the other would go by just a singular moniker. Where one would date only sly young douchebags, the other would canoodle with the brothers of French presidents. And though they might come together over their shared love of pizza, the sisters Ashley and Mary-Kate were destined to always be torn asunder: One would represent the night, the other the light of day. Or something!
So this is what the Olsen twins — Mary-Kate and Ashley — apparently think constitutes a Halloween costume. The pair dressed up — with venti latte cups-as-light-sabers in tow — as part of a new Halloween-ie video for their T-shirt company Stylemint. Even with the helmets on, the sisters manage to convey a languid boredom and over-it-ness that we’ve come to expect from them. Remember, you can never be too rich, too thin, or too Vader-y. [Stylemint]
“Some of our memories are shared. We don’t know what actually happened to whom. One of us was stung by a bee, but we can’t remember who, because we both felt it.”
– Mary-Kate Olsen on her trippy twin connection to Ashley in Vogue. When their shared brain reads Simone de Beauvoir, does only one of them have to read for the other to absorb it? My money’s on Ashley. She’s the smart one, right? I still always get them confused. [Celebitchy] Keep reading »
“[The Row] was something where we didn’t want our names on it. I even went as far as being, ‘OK, who can be the frontman?’ We can make the clothes and someone else can be the frontman’ … Instead, it was more about letting the product speak for itself and us being quiet. It’s five years in, and we’ve stuck to that model.”
— While most celebrity clothing lines are more like modeling jobs with a PR and design team doing all the work, Ashley Olsen tells USA Today that she and Mary-Kate wanted The Row to be non-Olsen-oriented. So modest and humble! [USA Today]
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Whoa there, Mary-Kate and Ashley! What’s up with the Rainbow Brite attack? We’re not sure why the Olsens are going around with these cherry red and neon yellow locks, but it definitely brings us back to our teenage years when changing your hair color was the only form of rebellion your parents couldn’t truly hate you for. (Not that that stopped us from getting stupid tattoos and piercings.) Back in middle school, my friends and I would streak our hair with Kool-Aid, preferring to highlight in red a single hanging lock near the front of the face. Problem was, we became so addicted to Kool-Aid color that it sometimes temporarily turned our hair gray from over-dying. On the more extreme end, I once came home from a trip to see my sister in L.A. with a head full of cherry-red hair, courtesy of Manic Panic.
Have any hilarious hair dye stories? Share them in the comments after the jump! We’ll re-post the three most embarrassing/naive/unfortunate anecdotes in a post later this week! [Stylelist] Keep reading »
As an individual who is faced with the dilemma of being vertically challenged — I’m super short, 5’1″ to be exact — certain fashion trends just don’t work for me. Pants are pretty much impossible and even if I liked the harem style, I can totally forget about ever looking good in them. In fact, for months I was convinced that I shouldn’t even try to make a maxi dress work because I would just end up looking like a child covered in piles of fabric. Eventually, desperation mixed with jealousy and a quick shopping trip lead to my first maxi dress purchase last summer. Now I’m in love and believe I have mastered the art of maxi dresses for shorties, though I’d hardly say that I’m willing to venture into the world of harem pants. Then, my world was rocked when I saw the Olsen twins strutting around town in maxi skirts! Keep reading »
Dear Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen,
Since I was 13, I’ve wanted to be your BFF. Sadly, you ignored my fan mail and repeated friend requests. And now, you’ve gone and given me the opportunity to make my way into your inner circle, but it’s too late! You’ve opened up a contest to your fans to submit designs and essays to vie for a spot as an Olsenboye guest designer. So, the winner would basically get to be your awesome co-worker in NYC, and get to hang out with you both. Unfortunately, you had to put some pesky “age restriction” on the rules, and are only allowing entrants between the ages of 13 and 21. This, my dear Olsens, is a shame. Because were I still 13, I would win this contest, no doubt. So, if you could kindly increase the age limit to, say, 24, I would be ever so grateful.
I thank you in advance,
Leonora (And on behalf of all the Frisky staff. Excluding interns. Those college-aged kids will be getting extra coffee duty today just because we’re taking out our jealousy on them.) [OlsenBoyeDesignContest.com] Keep reading »