When this was shown during Paris Fashion Week, I wrote that it was gorgeous but “a bit eau de pinafore,” and that I’d be curious to see if it worked in real life (read: the red carpet, which is the realest context any of these things ever see). Well, curiosity sated. Happily. (Mostly.) Read More ...
In which Marion continues to get the cream of the Dior crop. Is this because she’s French? Read More ...
Keith Urban has the right idea. Just stand back and bask in the pretty. It’s potent enough for a contact high. Read More ...
Welcome to Cezar of Romania. He may change your life. In a year when Eurovision felt low on enduringly pointless theatrics (no, I’m not talking about you, Random Viking; you were a beautiful mystery), the likes of Romania and Montenegro and, for ten glorious seconds, Ukraine, stepped up and tried to keep things saucy. I Read More ...
I am beginning to worry that this Dior partnership isn’t going to end up making ANY of us all that happy in the long run. Read More ...
In which I serve you a melange of random celebrities from (close to) the A list, all the way down to… well, let’s just say a place where letters have no meaning. Read More ...
Would it be out of place at Sochi 2014? Not entirely. But I’m going to give this one to Swifty. Yes, it’s crazy short and it’s calling out for a triple lutz, but it’s also a) an awesome jewel tone, and b) super sexy, the combination of which feels fresh on her. There’s a welcome Read More ...
I can’t tell if this is a case of Right Dress, Wrong Girl; right dress, wrong styling; or just… wrong. The bright parts are fun, I think; I wish she’d gone with a lighter eye and a slightly hotter pink lipstick to play off them. The shoes are fine in theory but don’t deliver on Read More ...
“HOLA LOVERS. I have a secret. It is why I wear windows for clothes all the time. Do you want to hear? Come close: I am bored. I miss Marc. It is so BLAH when I do not have to make weapons out of toothpicks, or build up immunity to rat poison so that my Read More ...
The fugpidemic continues apace: Kid, I SHOULD BE ABLE TO SEE AIR BETWEEN YOUR THIGHS BEFORE THEY BECOME YOUR KNEES. Oh, great. Now your pelvis is a fortune cookie. I hope a piece of paper falls out that reads, “YOU WILL RECEIVE A LARGE GIFT CARD TO SOMEWHERE ELSE. ANYWHERE Read More ...
Look, this is daft. But after the mind-numbingly unimaginative naked-crazy of Jennifer Morrison, I appreciate a girl who decides to go somewhere dressed as one of Liberace’s drawing rooms. Read More ...
As more and more pictures rolled in, I finally snapped and e-mailed Jessica, “EVERYONE NAKED AND DUMB AT THIS THING.” Read More ...
Y’all, don’t nap on the Hudge. SOMEBODY’S feelings may have been hurt about going out of Fug Madness so early. I’m just concerned she might be thirty seconds away from dropping poultry parts into a cauldron and seasoning it with the blood of Justin Bieber. Read More ...
All hail the unexpected return of The Carrie Diaries! Between that and Hart of Dixie, The CW is thoughtfully keeping our fugcapping racket in business. However, the network also has a show about Mary, Queen of Scots, called Reign; some weird looking alien-human yada-yada called Star-Crossed; a remake of a show called The Tomorrow People (which Read More ...