Results tagged “what can brown do for you” from GoFugYourself

July 21, 2009

Superfug

Jonah Hill. Buddy. Take a seat. We've got to have a little chat.

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Okay, dude. Listen. I'm only telling you this for your own good, and because while I have historically had issues with the characters you've played in the past, I really, really loved you in Forgetting Sarah Marshall, if only because Russell Brand was so freaking awesome in his scenes with you. But there are some things you must know. Namely: you look like you just rolled out of a sweaty three-day coke bender and it's doing you no favors. Funny men can look sharp too, you know -- witness Jon Stewart. And Stephen Colbert. Will Arnett nearly always looks fantastic. Neil Patrick Harris. Seth Rogan of late. Judd Apatow at this very event. The list is not a short one. I know you are a man of some heft (and I am of the belief that people should be of whatsoever heft they choose, so good for you), but the world is full of wealthy men with a wider circumference than your own and all of them manage to find shirts where the neck fits properly, so I am certain that you -- or someone in your employ -- is also capable of that. You could also then properly fasten your tie. Speaking of which, I must protest your brown suit/black tie combo. It somehow manages to make you look like an uncouth Sterling Cooper client whom Don Draper will eventually utterly shame in a totally smooth, suave, understated and AWESOME way whilst OWNING you in his meticulously-cut suit and clean-shaven neck. Do you REALLY want to be traipsing around town looking like someone who's just waiting to receive a brutal dressing down for crass uncouthness? Just wondering. Because you really could look so much better. Consider it, please. For all of us. For humanity.

PS: IF I SEE THOSE SHOES ONE MORE TIME THEY'RE GOING IN THE FIRE.

June 10, 2009

The Fugs

So, I have to admit that I personally am kind of stoked that Kristin Cavallari is joining the cast of The Hills. I loved her on Laguna Beach and I really appreciate that kind of relaxed shit-stirrer vibe she has. Like, she has no problem riling people up, you know? But she does it the way I would order a latte: totally, totally calmly, like it's something she does every day and she knows she's about ten minutes away from getting exactly what she wants and she just has to wait patiently for it to be handed to her. Whereas, say, Spencer Pratt riles people up the way I would walk into a cloud of killer bees: screeching and screaming and waving his arms around like a little girl. I know K. Cav introduced Spencer and Heidi whilst she was dating Brody, and I admit I really hope that while she's working on luring Brody away from his crazy current girlfriend she takes a moment to inflict some soft-scripted power play on Spencer that will bring him to his knees in the span of about fifteen seconds because I seriously think she could do it, mostly because I think she realizes Spencer is ridiculous and she isn't scared of him the least, whereas he sort of freaked out LC on a regular basis (which I can kind of get). HOWEVER, this has got to go:

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[Photos: Splash News]

Sweet pea. That's just too tight. And look at the rest of it:
November 25, 2008

Fug or Fab: Helena Christensen

Helena Christensen is beautiful BLAH BLAH BLAH. Tell me something I don't know. In fact, tell me something about this dress:

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Because I am currently very occupied thinking about other things (the pear clafouti I'm making for Thanksgiving, Obama's transition team, my football pool and whether it's mathematically possible for me to climb out of my current second place spot to win, and what on earth I ought to buy Spencer and Heidi as a wedding gift), why don't you tell me what to think?

 
October 24, 2008

Fug or Fab: Kate Bosworth

While I was on a plane, which is usually -- I confess -- the only time I can force myself to wade through Vogue or Elle, I read an article in one of them about how designers are tripping over themselves to get to Kate Bosworth. It had something to do with her being all tiny and sample-sized yet hip and young and edgy, and unafraid to take risks, and how she exhales pixie dust and rainbows all over the world before sneezing gold. I don't know. It all felt a bit like a worthless puff piece to me, so I tuned most of it out, because let's face it: Other than 21, Kate Bosworth hasn't really done anything lately other than... wear clothes Which is nice work if you can get it, but talk to me when she makes Young Americans II: Slightly Older Americans for The CW, so we can find out if her brother-boyfriend was ACTUALLY related to her or not. Otherwise I'm bored.

But I will give her this: The article was right about her taking risks.

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Part of me adores the workmanship and cute cut of this dress, which definitely does flatter her. But there is another big chunk of me that remembers Mr. Snuffleupagus fondly as my favorite Sesame Street character, and wonders WHY, GOD, WHY somebody would shoot him just to turn his pelt into a dress for Kate Bosworth. I don't care how many fluffy articles people write about how they'd die to clothe her -- I refuse to believe Snuffy intended to go out that way. Where's PETA when you need them? Muppets have feelings too, you know.

I have many questions.

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One: I actually don't hate the concept of the dress, but did Janet KNOW it was see-through, thereby governing her choice of a bra in what appears to be the exact same shade of brown? Don't you think she might instead have chosen a camisole, or a slip, or -- and I know this is crazy-talk, but here goes -- a dress that wasn't see-through at all? These are things she can control -- which she clearly knows a little something about, since she named her debut album after it, and how DARE she lie to us through song.

Two: Why is Jermaine Dupri escorting her to a fancy couture show in Paris wearing the kind of pants you keep at the back of your closet, or in the garage, for when you have to paint the bathroom and don't want to screw up your real clothes?

Three: I love a big bag, but why does Janet need one that massive? What could she possibly be sneaking into the show? A rotisserie chicken? A juicer? Whatever potentially rabid dog may have mauled Jermaine Dupri's pants? Luxembourg? I MUST KNOW.

Okay, first off, please stop staring at me like that, Idina.

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I'm not saying there's anything wrong with YOU. I'm not even saying there's really anything wrong with your dress. But I am mildly concerned that one of your houseplants has turned on you, and/or attempted to possess you, in order to carry out its evil scheme for total world domination. Tell me, have you found yourself leaning toward the light? Do you wake up in the morning and realize you spent the night snoozing peacefully in a bed of soil? Are you experiencing any cravings for carbon dioxide? Did you turn to hubby Taye Diggs at any point and ask him to pick up your vase from the dry cleaner? And have you referred to yourself at any point as Audrey?

If the answer is "yes" to any of the above, please go straight to the doctor; do not pass Home Depot, do not purchase any fertilizer for lunch. Above all, though, please stop staring at me like you want to squeeze the life out of my weak human form with your superior vine-like tentacles, because it's really freaking me out -- I swear to GOD I did not kill my bamboo plant on purpose.

April 30, 2008

Bai Fug

Flush with the glow of her Fug Madness win, our girl Bai Ling has remained wonderfully unafraid to leave the house. Incidentally, she did actually mention her victory on her delicious blog, although for some reason that entry feels to me like someone else wrote it -- no matter how much we riff on her many personalities, in my heart of hearts I can't believe loony, gentle Bai would seriously call us Earth people "stupid," even if she is simultaneously excited to be a champion of something.

Anyway, back to Bai. When I first saw this photo last week, I feared she'd gone all demure on us in the wake of being declared The Fugliest Of Them All.

It's just so very SERIOUS, like she's decided to quit acting so she can attend Austria's prestigious Milkmaid School, where you don't get to show cleavage until you are fully certified.

But I should've known that Bai Ling, especially in this recent L.A. heat, would not stay serious and amply clothed for too long.

February 14, 2008

Fugritos!

Oh, Ali Landry. Remember when you were the Doritos girl? I'm sure you do. And then when you got married to Mario Lopez and divorced like two weeks later? I imagine you recall that. And then you sort of disappeared. And then you showed up wearing this:

I GET it. Theoretically. But in practice, you look like you've gotten a role on a day time soap and are currently in the midst of filming a cliffhanger in which there is a giant sewage line explosion at a charity ball, and you're wading through the muck to safety, not knowing that -- at any moment -- an evil mastermind is about to kidnap you and lock you in his harem, which is located in a mineshaft. Not to get too graphic about it.

Whether or not Angelina Jolie is actually pregnant, she sure knows how to make sure the rumors are swirling like the chocolate-vanilla soft-serve cone she might be dipping pickles and cheese into:

And Brad knows how to feed into rumors that he is in need of a three-day nap. But Angelina... I have to say, she really can wear almost anything and look fantastic. I still find myself wishing it were, say, blood red -- you know, since she doesn't have to worry about it being too matchy with her vial of Type AB or whatever --  but on the whole you could pleat a Hefty bag and Angelina would work it. Of course, if she's NOT pregnant, then this choice is a little more confusing. Surely she is be-fetused, though, right? It's Angie. She's not going to veer off the freeway at the Caftan City exit, past the Cheesecake Factory at the Rue McClanahan Rest Stop and Service Plaza, unless she's playing coy with the contents of her womb.

January 9, 2008

Fugly Happy

When I first glanced at this photo, I thought, "Aw, Kate Nash got to leave her tweedy boarding school early today to promote her album. She must have been so excited to ditch out on Geography."


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Then I realized that:

a) Kate is in New York, and wearing your uniform across the Atlantic is a pretty heady commitment to school spirit;

b) Kate is twenty-one, and therefore too old to be going to a tweedy boarding school -- or a meeting of her Brownie troupe, for that matter, all of which makes the outfit and the wee orange tie really confusing;

c) The backdrop wrangler at this photo shoot totally failed at his or her job, since I'm pretty sure it shouldn't be bunched up in the corner as if somebody got caught trying to cop a cheap feel;

d) I might need those shoes; Kate does not, since they look terrible with this, and so maybe she could lend them to me indefinitely;

e) What Kate does need is a personal shopper.

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