Well if you're a little weenie like me and still haven't secured a costume for the big weekend perhaps you can pick up a timely Richard Nixon, Power Rangers or She-Ra costume at today's costume swap.
This is a great chance to go green, upcycle old ish and there's spooky music and face painting and you'll finally found a proper resting place for that Monica Lewinsky costume haunting the back of your closet.
Boy am I beat from all the well-moneyed elbow rubbing at last nite's "Evening with Ralph Lauren" hosted by the big O
A small gathering of real close friends benefiting the Ralph Lauren Center for Cancer Care and Prevention and Lincoln Center for Performing Arts, it managed to bring out some real elite beauties. Let's judge they obligatory Ralph Lauren ensembles!
Mr Seth Meyers you are the cutest thing ever and that tux is a new but incredibly sexy visual for the collage of you in my head.
I love you, you crazy B! One of the many reasons is no matter what envelope opening you're attending you always make it seem as the president of the CFDA that it's the only place you'd want to be. You're either 100% invested or the fakest b***h this side of "Bad Girls Club"!
Normally Chanel Iman I get a 'happy model' vibe from you, but man did someone lay on the sourpuss big time! I guess if I was stuck in a frock that looks like my sister's go-to 90's wedding guest dress I'd be all pussed up too.
Former model Hanneli Mustaparta is showing the new blood up big time! And she's got designer of the moment, Prabal Gurung on her arm. Girlfriend knows how to show up to a dinner she's got no intention of eating!
The beauty of being so rich is that you can dress like Paz de la Huerta and no one calls you out on it. Am I right, Wendi Murdoch?
It would have been pretty easy to win best dressed at this event since most people wore the same simple long sleeve dresses and fur jackets that litter the Upper East Side on a daily basis, but oh no that's not good enough for Kerry Washington. No, no this b***h had to kill 'em dead! This is like the fashion chic equivalent of Jason Voorhees: no one stands a chance so just get the hell out of the woods!
Your abundantly apparent disinterest in Ms. Wintour's ramblings only makes my heart beat faster, Mr Seth Meyers. Purr...
According to Women's Wear Daily, Louis Vuitton is meeting with a third generation scent master (yeah imagine the pressure of that lofty title the next time you groan about your workload) to craft a signature perfume.
But that got me to thinking of duality. Louis Vuitton is one of the many labels over the years that in order to stay relevant has courted a younger market including street artists, rappers and reality tv stars. Will this scent represent the lady who wears dominatrix to the MET Ball or the ubiquitous LV logo over a pair of high top sneakers?
One could also word this as will it be more Marc Jacobs or Phoebe Philo (allegedly) ??
My friend, Natalie Joos, writes a charming fashion and lifestyle blog "Tales of Endearment" which this week featured a peek inside British model, Erin O'Connor's luxe English flat. The choice of inspiring shots was endless and I highly recommend checking this piece out as well as following Endearment.
In a show about zombie apocalypse, you're running dangerously heavy on narrative. Five minutes of action dropped in is not enough!
(Maybe I'm being greedy to want more zombie ridden, tensions high scenes like this from the season premiere)
Especially after all the episode 2 time lollygagging with the wrap around porch crowd (yeah and that's some screen door stronghold that they're all just a casually sitting around drinking oj and eating Little Debbie zebra cakes)
I guess my advice is this: remember, your audience is compromised of zombie fans. And you're making them hungry.
But there's more, and dare I say, something political afoot. Recently Mr. G went to a media "Game Changers" party where a certain Kardashian was named the fashion game changer. Holding back my snickers on that last bit, in this era of "Bitch stole my look" and US Weekly, a string of pearls and a pantsuit aren't gonna cut it as first lady attire anymore and Mrs. Obama knows and embraces that fact. She's a fashion game changer. Along with French First Lady, Carla Bruni, Michelle Obama knows that in this Internet age even something as simple as picking the right pumpkin calls for a certain je ne sais quoi
Everything about Rihanna's new single "We Found Love" from the Haddaway-esque title to the acid house repetition reminds me of my 90's wasted youth stealing away into warehouses to dance til the wee hours despite homeroom looming just 2 hours after.
Now the video's here and surprise, surprise Miss Fenty has cobbled together a diverse collage of iconic 90's movie imagery:
After a meta-serious voice-over from model Agyness Deyn, a tragic narrative unfolds of two wiry and impossibly beautiful youths flip-flopping between stylistic moping and hoodlum-lite activities like riding around in shopping carts knocking things off the grocery shelves while self-destructing in a sea of bleached hair, shared baths, drug-shot eyes and other mindless mischief that could be easily solved by full time employment.
The funny thing? I like it (Love her look in the car storm off scene! Doin' it!). But then I am firmly on team Rhi-Rhi and my Scottish producer boyfriend Calvin Harris can do no wrong. Purr...
In case you didn't know, MAC makeup lets you pile it on for impact, a trick utilized by pop musicians and conceptual artists alike. Just ask Cindy Sherman (the latter), who is the star of MAC's latest campaign just in time for All Hallows
An ex boyfriend of mine introduced me to Cindy's portraits where she is the sole subject, art director, photographer and makeup and wardrobe stylist taking on various female archetypes in exaggerated expressions and garish guises. You can see why MAC came a'callin'
And MAC with its history of tongue in cheek ads and embrace of artists just outside the mainstream actually makes sense as a corporate connection. Go ahead cash that check, Cindy!
After one of those rainy days at work where time is ticking by and even the most rudimentary task is torture, coming home yesterday to a tall frosty episode of "Ringer" on the old DVR is the best revenge
Weeks have passed into this suspenseful series with all its TWISTS (my affectionate nickname for the serpentine plots) and I am hooked. CW is doing little mini-marathons of the first five episodes to catch up mid-season jump ins (Tues October 25th and Monday October 31st. Yes, Halloween, but again a treat to come home to on your TiVo)
In order to sway you, here's my top four reasons the shows more hooky than a Holland, Dozier, Holland track:
1. Sarah Michelle Gellar
Ok this is gonna sound bitchy, but I mean this 100% sincerely: it takes a real actress to open herself up to being the kinda blank canvas that would facilitate stealing your twin sister's identity with none of her loved ones noticing. SMG's that girl and before you think it's early morning claws time, what I mean is SMG is an actress first. Post-Buffy, she's laid low without high-profile gigs she could have done for the money, free of drama and scandal and still beloved with a firmly entrenched audience. She easily slides into this mirror has two faces role and is able to jump between them with grace. Granted it might help that I wasn't a Buffy fan and don't have delusions of slayer projected at Gellar. The biggest irony of all is The CW was probably hoping for the Comic-Con crowd to be instant audience but instead have found a new, mature crowd to please all on the weight of Sarah Michelle's shoulders. Doin' it!
2. The unexpected tangled web of realistic (and completely unrealistic) problems that pop up
Sure this is a soap opera and for most people stealing a presumed dead sibling's identity is not par for the course, but you know what is? Best friends coming to you with they drama, having temptations you need support to overcome, having a past, rebellious teenagers, and secrets. Every time Bridget closes one skeleton carrying closet another little obstacle pops up to challenge her. You're pregnant? Great! Oh wait it might be your sister's mistress who also happens to be her best friend's husband and oh by the way: you're not pregnant cuz you're you and not your sister. Remember? Ooh backed yourself into that one didn't you when you just grabbed her purse and french twist hairstyle for yourself, huh?
(Damn, can't a girl just go get her hair did?!)
3. The fashion
Pretty faggy to point this out, but this is also a post about a CW soap opera. On a fashion blog. Go with me. Bridget might be taking on Siobhan's Park Avenue wardrobe
but that B packed all the good ish off to Paris, darlin'
4. The Hunks
A golden rule of soaps: remember your audience. So we gals and gays get sexy object of Siobhan's affair-ction Henry
Strapping, sly and a fan of the Natural History Museum?
And then there's the vaguely pedo teacher Mr. Carpenter at Juliet's new public school
Nerd cute alert!
Still not convinced? Well fine, be a dum-dum. Just don't be one of those dum-dums making Zooey Deschanel the new Charlie Sheen!