Meet Dee and Ricky Jackson, twin brothers from Staten Island who have struck gold in one of those ways that makes you either go “Why didn’t I think of that?” or “You’ve got to be kidding.” The duo creates Lego accessories in the form of belts, brooches, and necktie-shaped pins that have caught the attention of celebs (Rihanna
, to name a few), and designers. In the video above, Dee and Ricky tell the tale of their success, which is less interesting for what it is, than how it’s told; it basically reads like a fashion mockumentary. To begin, the brothers explain that their inspiration was kind of random: “One day, we were like yo
, what if we did a Lego belt.” The belt then made its way on to the models at a Marc Jacobs
fashion show, and apparently, “Everybody hated Marc’s show that year. People were saying the only thing that was hot on the runway was the Legos.”
Seems like a pretty easy and fun job, right? The Jacksons think so. Tells Dee to the New York Daily News: “It is easier than dealing drugs. We are flipping bricks – Lego bricks.” [NYDailyNews.com]
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A new season of “Project Runway
” already? Didn’t the last season just end, like, last week? I guess the calendar got really screwed up with that Bravo vs. Lifetime fight
over the show.
Anyway, here’s the season 7 trailer, starring my dream boyfriend Tim Gunn, Heidi Klum, Michael Kors, and the ever-irascible Nina Garcia. This crop of designers looks hella fun—and hopefully this season, no one (cough Irina cough) will be ripping ideas off New York magazine. [The Hollywood Reporter] Keep reading »
For those of you who want to yack at cutesy, faux-surprised award show acceptance speeches (still irritated over that Julia Roberts one 10 years ago), Mariah Carey
accepting the Breakthrough Actress Award at the Palm Springs Film Festival must have seemed like a breath of fresh (and probably drunk) air. First Mariah hugs her presenter for an uncomfortably long time, before making a joke about kittens/cotton. Then she says, “Please forgive me, because I’m a little bit, um …” Aww, I think this is sweet. [SF Gate
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Ready to start the day off with a little cry? Check out the latest from YouTube musical sensation the PS22 Chorus
—this time, the kids are belting out Björk’s “Jóga.” Hearing little voices sing “State of emergency … how beautiful to be” will inevitably make you choke up. In a good way. [YouTube
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It’s new release Tuesday, so it’s time to take the latest tracks for a spin! This week, representin’ “American Idol,” runner-up Katharine McPhee drops her second songbird record. Catty Ke$ha raps her wild side. But, girl, tucked away with the lady tuneage is Mr. Findlay Brown, a British bad boy who will sing your panties off. So, be careful playing this week’s hottest jam in the office. Wink. Now, let’s get into the groove after the jump …
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If you’re a fan of fashion reality TV, chances are you’ve either fallen in love with or become very afraid of Kelly Cutrone. For those not entranced with the daily life of Whitney Port on “The City” (here’s an exclusive interview), prepare to get to know Kelly, because right before Fashion Week, she’s going to take over your television and book shelf. On Feb. 1, the public relations power house is launching her very own show on Bravo called “Kell on Earth” and, just one day later, her first self-help book, If You Have to Cry, Go Outside … And Other Things Your Mother Never Told You, will hit shelves.
Fair enough: not everyone watches MTV or has heard of the illustrious Kelly Cutrone, so here’s a bit of a catch-up in preparation for February … Keep reading »
Maybe I’m crazy, but there’s a big difference between a Southern accent and a Swedish accent, right? Like, my ears wouldn’t be confusing the two, would they? Last night I was watching the above interview with “True Blood” hottie Alexander Skarsgard on “Extra” and was seriously perplexed. Wait, isn’t he from Norway or Sweden or something? Why does he sound like his name should be Billy Bob? Sure enough, Skarsgard was born and raised in Stockholm, but I can’t detect even the slightest bit of Swedish Chef in that sexy voice of his. Skarsgard is filming a movie called “Straw Dogs” and the story takes place in the Deep South. Is he “method” and constantly in character? In which case, can I please interview him while he’s filming “True Blood” and he can practice sucking on my neck? Keep reading »
Last night, our beloved Snooki
(best known for being the most lovable cast member on “Jersey Shore”
and for reading The Frisky that one time) appeared on “Jay Leno” and answered 10 questions for his “10@10″ segment and was as adorable and ditzy as ever. And she likely made yet another
enemy! When Jay asked what she would do to better the world, Snooki replied that she would install tanning beds in everyone’s home and
eliminate the Bump-It. The what-it? You know what I’m talking about! The Bump-It! That infomercial hair doo-dad which gives your crown a lot of volume. Snooki says the Bump-It is stupid, that she doesn’t use it — “I tease,” she said superiorly — and that no one should buy it. Ruh-roh. I was irked, however, when Snooki said that she doesn’t read and the last book she picked up was Twilight
— but was bored by page two, because it “doesn’t have pictures.” Now, I’m not surprised Snooki isn’t a proud library card carrier, but does she have to play up the dumb thing so
much? Girl, just be yourself. The world already has one Paris Hilton. Keep reading »
Last night, Amelia introduced me to a television show where fashion-forward harridans-in-training reject a stream of desperate men, shucking and jiving for their approval. These men were delivered to these reclining prima donnas via conveyor belt — a literal conveyor belt.
As if they were stepping off an assembly line from the Freshly Scrubbed Emo Dude Factory.
ABC has aptly named this reality show/dating game “Conveyer Belt of Love.” Judging by her IMs, Amelia OMG LUVS this show and I imagine many millions of women do too. They tuned in and got off as vapid divas objectified equally bird-brained bimbros. Wielding signs that read “Interested” or “Not Interested,” these ladies licked their lips, wrinkled their noses, and rolled their eyes as dude after dude begged to be loved. Keep reading »