August 2009 Archives

Misunderstandings can be so uncomfortable.

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For instance, this dress is clearly what happens when someone says, "Aw, send a corsage to the widow," and a minion accidentally hears, "Send a corset to the widow," and then all of a sudden some bereaved lady puts a dress on eBay that looks like she's wearing her grief on her chest, and a soap star smells a bargain. I call that story Not Without My Eulogy: Mother, May I Sleep With The Fishes?, and I am selling it to Lifetime, stat.

August 31, 2009

NBCFug Los Angeles

Oh, Local Newscaster Colleen Williams.

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You are standing next to Chuck Henry's hair, which is going full Jimmy Johnson, and yet I'm not even paying attention because of your awkward boobs-on-a-satin-platter top and those gold harem trousers. HONEY. This is going to be so awkward. Because now every time I watch the news and you tell me about tragic evacuations in the wildfire-ravaged areas, all I will be thinking is, "You needed to be evacuated... FROM THOSE PANTS. And not in a sexy way."

Ah, a girl's first Daytime Emmy Awards. Such a special, unforgettable time.

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Special because she gets to go and mingle with industry luminaries -- and they DO EXIST, people; Susan Lucci does not get to be the personification of Awards Show Failure by being a dim light in entertainment -- and unforgettable because someday Molly will look at this photo and think, "Well. Whoever suggested I hide the dirt on my hem by pinning the outer layer to my underpants was an IDIOT." The poor kid also suffers from Boobs Akimbo Syndrome and its dastardly relative, Wonky Waist Detail Disease. I'll see her name-calling of the person who suggested this outfit, and raise her a serious finger wagging at whoever unlocked the limo doors.

What would you do to fix this, Fug Nation? I think the silly second hemline should be nixed, and then it needs refitting along the bust. I also might get rid of the studded waist, because it looks kind of like a cheap bracelet you'd buy at an open-air stand along a beach boardwalk. But that's just one idea. Put on your Rachel Zoe caftans and have your way with this outfit. You know the rules: Stay on topic, be excellent to each other, and party on, dudes.
I love Debbi Morgan. LOVE HER. I totally remember way back in the day, the first time she played Angie on All My Children, she and Jesse were this amazing super couple and then -- conveniently while I was home from school on summer vacation -- Jesse got shot and DIED and Angie totally cried over his dead body in this hospital and EVERYONE ELSE cried too, including my mother who -- if I remember correctly -- was doing some ironing at the time. It was even more upsetting than the time Jenny Gardner's jet ski exploded. So when she and Darnell Williams, who played Jesse, came back to AMC this year, I was very excited because I LOVE them, and then I sort of started watching All My Children again, which is great because I totally don't watch enough television. But despite my mad love for Debbi, I do wish she'd worn....something that wasn't this:

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This looks like a parachute that didn't properly deploy. Which I honestly can't believe I haven't seen happen on MORE soaps. Flinging someone out of a plane with a non-working parachute is just as awesome as tossing them down an elevator shaft or locking them in an abandoned mine, but also, unfortunately for Debs, said parachutes are not very flattering.

I will, however, let it slide, mostly because talking about Debbi Morgan has allowed me to segue into a brief discussion about her other gig, which was acting as a judge on the DEEPLY MISSED SOAPnet reality series, I Wanna Be A Soap Star, which was possibly one of the most hilarious and amazing shows on TV and I'm actually not really being all that sarcastic. That show was insanely entertaining and I am sort of distraught that it seems to be no more. It was -- as perhaps you can imagine -- a reality show in which people competed for a thirteen week gig on a soap opera. Every week, contestants would be, like, throwing drinks in each other's faces or making out or pretending to be in an effective coma. And they all had to live, literally, in like a cell at CBS Radford or something and it was AWESOME. Some of the contestants actually went on to get legitimate daytime acting gigs, and then I just saw one of them in the background of an episode of Millionaire Matchmaker, so....the talent was varied, is what I am saying. And I really need them to bring it back. They can totally use my parachute plot point, for free.

Listen, Winsor. I'm sorry you've had no screen time lately except to disapprove of your father's relationship with a really young blonde (which, also, get over it, Thorne Forrester: your father lives for sleeping with young blondes, one of whom both he and your brother married and whom you also slept with, an act which forced your ex into a presumed death [she was not dead; she came back to life later, only to be killed for real by a falling chandelier]). But lack of attention from your bosses is no excuse for this:

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Wearing a suit that shiny is NOT going to convince the writers that your character's future is so bright, they have to wear shades. Instead, they're going to turn their heads, wince, and possibly run away every time they see you coming, because the sheer amount of light bouncing off that thing is headache-inducing.

You'd have been better off doing this:

August 31, 2009

The Wheels Are Turning

Hey guys,

Just a brief note -- that I hope you will be able to read, because that means the site will have loaded for you -- that we know the site is not loading properly or in a timely fashion today, and that some of the pictures aren't showing. The tech wizards are working on it, and we've been assured it will be resolved quickly. Thank you so much for your patience -- we have a ton of awesome Daytime Emmy stuff in the pipeline today! We'll send up a flare on our Twitter feed once it's totally fixed (we're @fuggirls, of course).

Love,

Us
Bree Williamson plays a character on One Life To Live who has multiple personalities. What I didn't know is that she herself has a few alter-egos. One is that of a soap actress...

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... and one is that of a woman who runs the Renaissance Faire's most popular food stands, Francis Bacon-Wrapped Hot Dogs, Ferdinand Magell-O Shots, and of course the nationally renowned Hieronymus Borscht.
Sweet Mary Jane, I love the Daytime Emmys. For one, I love soaps, and for another, it gives all these people who work tirelessly to make sure that we can still watch characters coming back from the dead, or marrying their way through an entire extended family, or trying to make themselves temporarily blind by injecting Botox into their [WORD REDACTED TO AVOID CAUSING ME SEVERE MENTAL TRAUMA].

And speaking of Mary Jane, this lady -- Stacy Haiduk -- plays a character on The Young and the Restless by that name.

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Now, Mary Jane is really Patty Williams, who had good old-fashioned face-changing surgery so she could skulk into town pretending to be someone else and wreak havoc on her enemies, and also executed a good old-fashioned "drug a dude so he'll think you're someone else, sleep with you, and get you pregnant" scheme. And so even if I hate what she's wearing, this is probably the perfect thing for Ms. Haiduk's character: We can see her villainous nipple shields, and she's wearing truly evil semi-detached beaded sleeves, all of which make her look like a classic overdramatic soap villainess who likes to throw gala parties at which everyone drinks punch spiked with hormones and a dead body falls out of a cake (so, you know, your typical Labor Day barbecue).

But in aligning fashion and fiction, I'm thinking maybe Stacy shouldn't have gone QUITE so far. For instance, she brought her co-star:

OH. MY. GOD. YOU GUYS.

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IT'S LIKE CHRISTMAS MORNING! You know how we always use the old Demi Moore Wears Bikes Shorts to the Oscars outfit as, like, the Alpha and the Omega of Terrible Celebrity Fashion? I NEVER THOUGHT IT WOULD HAPPEN AGAIN. This is like...WINNING THE LOTTO. Twice! And having Ben Mackenzie bring you the check! Wearing his police uniform from Southland! And then him letting you take it off him! In other words, IT'S THE BEST THING THAT EVER HAPPENED! Elizabeth Hendrickson -- who I know best as Bianca's girlfriend on AMC -- ACTUALLY DID IT AGAIN. Without a shirt! And with a weight-lifting belt! I am SO buying a lottery ticket tonight!

I know, it looks like it COULD just be a super short, tight underskirt, but dude, I promise it isn't. Look!
 

Hey guys! Remember when we Unfugged this dress on Diane Kruger?

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Someone else made her own attempt to UnFug it, and then wore it out where we could all see her efforts and therefore judge:
Look. I know Final Destination is a horror movie.

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But I don't know if I'm supposed to scream just looking at the red carpet.

August 28, 2009

The Fug and the Fugless

I am LOVING how all the soap stars are out and about lately, presumably because the daytime Emmys are...tonight, maybe?

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As per our dear friends at Wikipedia, Michelle Stafford's character on Y&R "was introduced as an obsessed fangirl stalking [Michael "ROCK ON" Damian]. She eventually stole [Michael "ROCK ON" Damian] from his wife...and then had a major falling-out with [Michael "ROCK ON" Damian], which necessitated her departure from Genoa City...In 2000, she married Jack Abbott and attempted to better herself, even though Jack's ex-lover Diane attempted to frame Phyllis first for setting her beach house on fire, and then for running her over with a car." Listen, as I always say, you're no one until someone tries to frame you for running someone down with a car. Just ask Jane Mancini. I'd also like to ask SOMEONE what on earth Michelle is wearing here. I don't hate it, but nor do I UNDERSTAND IT. It seems to have several vestigial organs that could use removal before they turn gangrenous.

August 28, 2009

Fug or Fab: Jessica Stroup

Help me out with this one, Fug Nation, because it's a Friday and I think you all know what happens to my brain on Fridays. (Actually, it's exactly like what happens to my brain on Mondays through Thursdays, but with a new issue of People in my mailbox.)

Is Jessica Stroup's dress cute and youthful and fun?

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Or is this a shockingly accomplished piece of dressmaking using nothing but the wrappers from fun-sized Reese's peanut-butter cups?

Or is it both, because maybe a dress made of the detritus from a Reese's binge isn't necessarily a bad thing?

And don't you TOTALLY want some Reese's right now? I wish I was getting paid for this endorsement. I bet I just talked at least three people into buying some the next time they're at Target. You owe me about 20 cents of commission, Reese's People.

August 28, 2009

Like A Fugther

So, not that many things look worse than Sandra Bullock's new movie, All About Steve.

But this is one of them:

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It's one thing for Sandra Bullock, in costume and on the movie poster in the background, to look like she's wearing a t-shirt she hand-dyed at a carnival booth and then spilled Italian Ice all over while riding the ferris wheel. But it's quite another for Nikka Costa here to wear an eerily similar outfit on PURPOSE. I mean, it's like she's attending the premiere of a movie based on her life, which... look, I have seen the previews for this thing, and you do NOT want anyone thinking it's your biopic, unless you're the president of the American Association of Demi-Mullet-Wearers For Legalized Stalking.
August 28, 2009

The Fug and the Fugliful

The other day my friend Carrie and I needed a fix of cheesy TV, so we decided to surf past The Bold and the Beautiful -- or as I like to call it, The Old and the Beautified, on account of what a glorious parade of bad alleged plastic surgery it is. And seriously, it really is. Go check it out.

Anyway, once we turned it on, we couldn't turn it off, because we had stumbled upon this:

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Now, I'm not sure if you can tell, because we all know that my television + my camera = cracked-out photographs, BUT: Lesley-Anne Down's hair is two different colors. And not in that fresh-from-the-salon way where she's got a head full of chunky highlights. No, Lesley-Anne has golden-blonde bangs, and fake-ashy-blond everything else. Seriously, watch the show -- it's hypnotic. She'll be in scenes with that actor who goes to my gym, who plays her beefy young husband on the show, and they're emoting stiffly about all sorts of terribly important things - like why her son, Jack Wagner, disapproves of their union, although in my opinion they should be talking about why Jack Wagner plays her son when they're five years apart in age in real life -- and it's impossible to do anything but stare at the delineation between her two blondes and wonder why. Why. WHY. I just don't GET IT.

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Yes, Lesley-Anne, you should hang your head. This is crazy on you. The colors in this photo are bit more distorted to make the back look silver, but the bi-hued coif itself is very real. I am not hallucinating. And what's worse, the back locks look as fake as the tresses on a Madame Alexander doll. But if it's a piece, why does she have roots? Did she WANT a wig that makes her look bottle-blonde? Is that some perverse way of bringing authenticity to this tragic chicanery? If not, why can't somebody over there figure out how to make the valance match the curtains? I don't... it's baffling. This cost MONEY and it's nuttier than a pecan pie. Help me understand. Hold me. Or at the very least, go hold her, because I guess if I were a super attractive older lady and I was also Jack Wagner's peer, and somebody at my show decided I could pass for his MOTHER -- without the aid of Estelle Getty-style wigs and trifocals -- then I would sink into a deep hair-ruining depression too (and then probably go ask for the number of Jack's alleged surgeon). So maybe that's it -- maybe somebody just needs to give Lesley-Anne a nice, life- and hotness-affirming hug. Please, y'all. Do it for her dye job. Do it for ME. Because I can't get sucked into gaping at another half-hour of that show. Ronn Moss's cheekbones could slice deli meat and it scares me. Thanks.


August 27, 2009

Fuggis Fugton

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"Dear Diary,

OMG I am a genius. One word: Mile-high club. Two words: LEGGINGS WITH BUILT-IN KNEEPADS. Three words: AWESOME. Or is that also only two words? I don't know. All I know is, I don't have any bruises, Diary! Well, maybe a few, but they don't make leggings with pads there. VICTORY. I can't wait to tell Nicky. She is going to be so jealous, once she stops lecturing me and really stops to THINK about it.

Come Fky My Friendly Skies,
P"

August 27, 2009

Fugging Jordan

Apart from not being able to figure out what Jill Hennessy is up to these days that she's getting asked to ring the NYSE bell...

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.. I am ALSO wondering why she purloined a dress from a wardrobe shed that contains everything ever worn in the movie 9 to 5. Although, considering it's a festival of satin and more modest than a chastity belt, it's actually not as frightening as it could be -- nor as wrinkled. But it is still musty and dated to me -- like, even 9 to 5 feels more fresh than this, and totally more lively. Perhaps it's the presence of Dolly Parton that does it. Note to Jill: Next time you wear this, consider pinning a brooch in the image of Dolly's face to your chest. Just for some zest.

August 27, 2009

Fug or Fab: Olivia Palermo

I truly am so torn:

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I feel like I OUGHT to hate it, but I love stripes and there's something about it that's so charmingly gamine, even in a way that's bordering on stereotypical, like she considered tossing a beret on her head and a baguette in her pocket. It's hot, and my neighborhood seems like it's about twenty minutes away from bursting into flames (that's summer in Los Angeles for you), so it's entirely possible that my brain has simmered into thoughtless mush in my skull, but I think I like this in spite of myself. Kind of like how I feel about Real Housewives, which is where I fully expect to see Olivia come the 2014 premiere of Real Housewives: Upper East Side.
August 27, 2009

Fugberly Wyatt

I wonder if Nicole Scherzinger is trying to get out of the Pussycat Dolls again. You'd think after her terrible and poorly received solo album, she'd have abandoned dreams of Beyoncedom -- but given that Kimberly Wyatt here seems to be working overtime to get some face recognition lately, maybe she's being dispatched strategically so that if Nicole DOES leave, people will have a vague idea who one of the remaining band members is.

Certainly she is making herself unforgettable.

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It takes balls to dress like you just covered yourself in glue and then shot yourself out of a confetti cannon. If Dolly Parton did the costumes for Where The Wild Things Are, they would look like this.
August 27, 2009

Peaches Geldof: Teen Fug

What? These shorts aren't so short.

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Especially when you're coming from dress rehearsal for Whitesnake! The Musical, during which you spend most of your time writhing on top of a car, when you're not playing the vital role of the drifter who was born to walk alone. It's brilliant costuming, actually, and I can't WAIT to see the show.

August 27, 2009

All About Fug

Things I Know About Sandra Bullock:

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  1. She seems awesome and normal in interviews and hardly ever does annoying celebrity shit like talk about how we'd all feel better if we only ate foods that are blue, or how we should buy a $5000 pilates machine for our home gyms, because it's an investment in ourselves.
  2. She's in amazing shape in The Proposal.
  3. How fun is Speed? Come on, you guys! If the bus slows down, it'll explode! Crazy!
  4. She is SO MUCH BETTER THAN THIS.
  5. Seriously. This sucks. Sometimes I hate an outfit, but I can see how some people would love it, or at least be convinced that they ought to love it, and sometimes I love stuff that other people hate, or I allow myself to be convinced. But:
  6. NO.
  7. To the point that I wonder if she's wearing this as a gag.
  8. Because her hair looks like it was by someone ON speed (see what I did there?).
  9. And the frock looks like two cocktail dresses glued together by a Project Runway contestant who picked the wrong week to start sniffing said glue.
  10. Like, seriously. Did she pull that skirt on OVER another dress?
  11. No, I really am asking.
  12. The shoes, Sandy. Not tonight. Not ever, really. But really not tonight. Maybe with...no.
  13. I can see in your eyes that you feel it, too -- your hot messitude. It's okay, girl. You can go home and wipe your tears on $100 bills and then, because you're charmingly normal, you'll just set them on the bedside table to dry so you can still use them.
  14. Maybe to buy another dress? Just think about it.


August 26, 2009

Unfug It Up: Anna Paquin

It's UnFug The Cast of True Blood week here on GFY, I guess, because after tackling Sam Trammell (or, as one of our commenters put it, "the cutest werecollie on earth"), it's time to get down to business with Miss Sookie Stackhouse herself.

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I actually might rather like this, although I do think it's a little severe and perhaps a smidge too Amanda Woodwardian on her . On the other hand, she is engaged to a vampire so perhaps severity is the order of the day and goodness knows, she must be relieved to be outfitted in the polar opposite of what Sookie would wear. But I'm interested -- as always -- to hear your take, dear readers. Does she need a little lipstick? Some accessories? Different shoes? Do you LOVE IT? Or would you scrap it and start over? Let's get down to it in the comments: 
August 26, 2009

Fugging With the Stars

I might be wrong -- it happens almost daily -- but it seems to me that Debi Mazar is too famous to be on Dancing With the Stars. I mean, she has an actual job on Entourage. (Unless they've killed her off or something; I stopped watching two seasons ago once I realized that every time that show has the opportunity for actual interesting conflict, they make the choice to avoid it.)

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In addition to being too famous for the show, I feel that she's also too young to be dressing like a special guest star on The Love Boat, whose story will involve both an awkward tap-dancing routine during the dinner service and a semi-comic romantic love triangle involving some kind of misunderstanding that will be easily cleared up by Isaac The Bartender over a couple of Harvey Wallbangers.

August 26, 2009

Fugstin Cavallarfug

I have to say, even though you guys know I love drama, I can't muster up any enthusiasm for Kristin Cavallari being back on The Hills. If you're going to give a ton of interviews all about how you're just stirring up shit for the sake of the show, then it makes me totally uninterested in watching it -- like, at least with Spencer and Heidi, even as we sit through them pretending to go to couples therapy, they are actually married so there's always the hope she will throw a shoe at his nose and punch him in the douchebag and then walk out on him for good. And no matter what contrived situations exist to throw Heidi and Lauren into the same orbit, the hatred between her and Spencer is legit. But I just don't CARE about K.Cav swanning in there and dating people just because it will make a good act-out, like, say, riding off with Justin Bobby on his motorcycle so that we get a shot of Audrina staring off after them but not quite making actual eye contact with anything. Snore.

Now that I've got that off my chest, let's see what Kristin has put on hers. (Nice transition, eh?)

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That thing is, like, two parts Tara Reid, and one part something a Williams sister is considering wearing to play tennis. It's got that special blend of impracticality and glitz that half the ladies' tour so cherishes these days. I'm all for cute workout clothes, but when your clothes feasibly could work or either kind of service -- the bottle OR ace variety -- then mayhap you have taken it too far. The U.S. Open is not played in Taradise, folks. Let's not try to clothe the world as if it is.
August 26, 2009

Fugbe Prifug

There is really nothing remarkable about this dress at all. If Sophia Bush showed up somewhere in this, we'd probably say something like, "God, remember when she was married to Chad Michael Murray?" and then we'd move along with our lives.



But on P-Squared here, with the high drama fascinator on her head, it stops being ordinary and starts looking like she's running a dating service for matadors. Olé, bitches.

August 26, 2009

The Fugchelor

I have no use for Shayne Lamas.

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But I'm pretty sure that, in this economy, both tuffet manufacturers and spiders-for-hire are pretty stoked that she's beefing up the Little Miss Muffet business.

August 26, 2009

Shannon Fuglizabeth

There are a few possibilities of what's going on here.

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1. Shannon Elizabeth is wearing a cardigan that she's allowing to fall off her shoulder, because she's so freaking excited about the camisole she just bought at Agent Provocateur and can't bear the idea of us not being able to see it.

2. Shannon Elizabeth has invented the Infinite Sweater and is modeling it in its sleeve-scarf iteration -- The Slarf -- so that we can all see how marvellously freeing it is to have semi-detached arm coverings that also wind around your neck, adding that element of sweet asphyxiating peril every time you hug someone and the wrap tightens around your throat.

Personally, I vote for No. 2. After all, innovation is the cornerstone of society.
August 25, 2009

Fugging the Distance

I THINK Drew Barrymore here is on the way to the set of her new movie? But it's hard to say if she's in costume here or what, since she is wearing stuff like this ALL THE TIME LATELY.

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Drew is a very smart woman and I suspect if you were stuck with her in an elevator, it would be totally fun: you could probably ask her all kinds of juicy questions, and you know she'd have gum in her purse. I am fond of her and just want her to be happy. Which is why I find it very perplexing that, of late, she's been dressing like she's late for work on the Venice boardwalk, where she and her psychic cat read auras. That's just not as lucrative a way to save for retirement as being a multi-hyphenate Hollywood powerhouse, you know?

August 25, 2009

Google Fug

Wikipedia is a FONT of information for us today. I just looked up Teyana Taylor here, and I learned so much:

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She is apparently officially "an American singer, rapper, and dancer." I would add, "an unabashed lover of trends who is NOT AFRAID to wear them ALL AT ONCE!"  That being said, I actually love the red jacket, and she's super young so I feel like she pulls off the tee shirt, but the overall effect is that her upper half has written a check that her bottom half can not cash. Her pants, with the help of those shoes, have BOUNCED that check. Her metaphorical checking account is OVERDRAWN!  Her fashion APR is about to SKYROCKET! She is totally going to get hit with major early withdrawal fees from her sartorial...IRA? I don't know. You just witnessed that metaphor crash and burn, my friends. You're welcome.

August 25, 2009

The Fug and the Restless

I have a great fondness for Kate Linder, if only because I appreciate that the Wikipedia article about her Y&R character notes that she is a "retired maid," who is also independently wealthy and uses the sentence, "Esther and Roger eventually married, but the marriage was declared invalid after it became clear that Roger was in fact a bigamist." It's so awkward when you find out that, in fact, your husband is a big old bigamist - unless, I guess, you're on Big Love. You also have to give props to a woman who, upon landing a role on a soap opera, decided to keep her day job as a flight attendant.

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In fact, I suspect she could fly the friendly skies solely using the wingspan of her pants.

We stayed up and watched Letterman last night to see La Wintour's much bally-hooed appearance therein (thereon?) and, lo, we were not disappointed. Not because A Dubs was so chatty and revealing, but because she, in fact, was just as we like her: British, be-sunglassed, moderately icy, somewhat charming and a wee bit scary:

"Watching the two of them effectively hang out and make small talk felt a bit like eavesdropping on somebody's incredibly awkward blind date: He tried to care about fashion, and failed; she gave him little to work with beyond quoting funny, nasty things various writers have called her in print, and the encounter ended with a distinct air of relief and absolutely no making out."

OR WAS THERE? (No, though who knows was Anna got up to backstage with the next guest, Mark Teixeira.) Read the rest -- and watch the interview! -- at over at The Cut.
We learned from Lynn Collins that this terrible backdrop does nothing any favors. But amazingly, it's not preventing me from deciding I kind of like this outfit:

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Yvonne here has been featured on the site only twice, for being togged up like it's a gymnastics prom and for a peekaboo bra incident, and if those incidences have taught us anything it's that a) her taste is unreliable and b) I have a total girl crush on her. So maybe I'm being influenced by that, BUT: How cute is she? This is such an improvement. I love the way the shirt and jacket lie together, I love the casual roll of the sleeve, and I LOVE the bold red shoe.

I admit, I don't always know what to make of floating belts, but this one does at least APPEAR to have the nudity-preventing, cinching purpose of preventing her buttonless top from flying open and announcing her bra size very loudly to the assembled masses. And really, I think that is a victory for every woman, except maybe Lady Gaga. And indeed, not sinking into Gagadom is ANOTHER check mark in the "win" column. Yvonne's racking up points all over the place here. Way to go.
August 25, 2009

Can't Fug The Moonlight

Obviously, I don't know what LeAnn Rimes is going through right now.

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But if I were allegedly seeing a dude with whom I'd cheated on my husband, and whose very angry wife keeps giving vitriolic quotes to the tabloids for use in articles where I am made to sound like a shameless harlot whose groin is a sin magnet, I would maybe lean away from wearing shirt-dresses that look like I just dashed out of the waxing salon to feed the parking meter, before going back inside and getting a nice married-man-grabbing Brazilian. It just doesn't seem wise, you know?

August 24, 2009

Home Fug Hollywood

Oh, Tori. I just don't know.

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Actually, I do know: this kind of looks like the satin tablecloth that covers the dressing room vanity in a fabulously glamorous old movie wherein the heroine does a lot of swishing around in peignoirs, lighting cigarettes with giant jewel-encrusted lighters and waving her martini glass about insouciantly, while denying to everyone -- ESPECIALLY HERSELF -- that she's in love with the dapper leading man, who is never seen without a tie. Which is AWESOME. But a piece of advice: dress like the WOMAN, not the TABLE. It's sort of Fashion 101.
August 24, 2009

Charfuglette Ronson

With nearly every trend I bemoan on this website, there comes a point where I just throw up my hands and am all, "oh, fine. Fine! Wear your leggings/romper/jumpsuit. It's your funeral" and then I move on with my life. You know, the emotion transforms from aggressive-aggression to passive-aggression and it's better for everyone.

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But I swear to you, here and now, that never never NEVER never NEVER NEVER never never never shall I shrug my shoulders over (p)leather pleated Mom shorts. They don't even make sense: leather and shorts do not go together. Just because one is a material and the other an article of clothing does not mean that they should unite. We aren't wearing rubber culottes, or lace hip-waders or chiffon bullet-proof vests (don't get any ideas). But more importantly: THESE ARE NOT ATTRACTIVE ON ANYONE. Not the skinny hipster, not the curvaceous bombshell, not the tomboy, not the drama queen, not the girl-next-door, not even Angelina Jolie. THEY. ARE. UNFLATTERING. THEY ARE A CRIME AGAINST YOUR THIGHS. WHAT THEY DO TO YOUR BELLY SHOULD BE CONSIDERED ARMED ASSAULT. And they -- like the swine flu -- are only mutating into a stronger trend, readers. FIGHT THEM. FIGHT THE PLEATHER PLEATED MOM SHORTS WITH ALL OF YOUR MIGHT. Do NOT look at them with a cocked brow and think, "maybe I should get these." NO. NO YOU SHOULD NOT. You will REGRET IT. You will look at photos of yourself wearing them and say, "WHAT WAS I THINKING?" and then you will cry. CRY! Wear your rompers, wear your leggings, jump around in your jumpsuits. RESIST THE PLEATHER PLEATED MOM SHORTS. I beg of you FOR YOUR OWN GOOD, SWEET READERS. RESIST!

Also, those shoes are terrible.
August 24, 2009

Melfug Place

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ASHLEE SIMPSON: SIGH.

KATIE CASSIDY: Right? Another day, another boring Melrose Place junket.

ASHLEE SIMPSON: I KNOW. But I'm glad to see you're keeping things fun by making a joke out of it.

KATIE: Me? YOU are the one making a joke out of it.

ASHLEE: Uh-uh, babe. I'm not the one dressed as a gymnast at the Olympics closing ceremony dance.

KATIE: I'M not the one who looks like she murdered a zebra. But hey, as long as you DIDN'T, then PETA won't come after you and everything will be fine.

ASHLEE: Oh, shut up. Admit it: I look kind of cute.

KATIE: Yeah, you do, actually. It's true. And so do I.

ASHLEE. I wouldn't go THAT far.

KATIE: Huh?

ASHLEE: You also kind of look like you're auditioning to play Julianne Hough in some Disney Channel movie all about how she first learned the paso doble.

KATIE: That's rich criticism coming from a girl who is vag-hugging everyone tonight.

ASHLEE: I don't know what you mean.

KATIE: Don't you? Well, allow me to illuminate.
August 24, 2009

Lily Fuglen

Okay then:

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Your move, Lady Gaga.

August 24, 2009

Unfug It Up: Sam Trammell

I mainlined the rest of True Blood this weekend while house-sitting and am finally all caught up, thank god. I finally feel like a complete person/vampire/shapeshifter.

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Which is why when I saw this picture of Sam Trammell, I might have shrieked, "Sam Merlotte! What in the HAAAAAAAAAAAAAALE are you wearing?"  I sounded like my Southern grandma. Which is thematically apt, as she is dead. But here's the thing: this could have been totally okay. Sam is totally cute, and a light suit is summery and appropriate. But it's also ADVANCED MAN FASHION and I suspect our boy here got to his shoes and was like, "...I have no idea what do to here," and just put on his usual and left. "No one will even be looking at my shoes," he probably said. "I look so cute without my shaggy dog haircut." Oh, Sam. You forgot about us. We ALWAYS look at the shoes.

Welcome to the Inaugural Man Unfug It Up! Time to play stylist and fix this dude:

I'll give you one guess as to which odious couple inspired us to write this handy-dandy primer.

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But although Spencer and Heidi are the most virulent famewhores among us, they're not the only ones who offer us all very instructive examples so that everyone can strive to become as famous as possible for doing as little as possible:

"[Y]ou don't need GOOD taste in men: If there's an available dude of any repute at all, even if he's in the middle of a mid-life crisis in which he wears only Ed Hardy shirts and flip-flops while neglecting his houseful of children, POUNCE."

You can probably guess about whom we're talking here. Click here to drop by Lemondrop.com and read the rest of the piece. Unless you are Kim Kardashian, in which case, you might not love what we have to say.

August 21, 2009

Fug or Fab: Katie Cassidy

So, somehow I've kind of missed everything Katie Cassidy has ever done:

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I didn't see her arc on Supernatural, and I only vaguely watched Harper's Island. So when I managed to get my hands on a screener of the new Melrose Place pilot, I was very surprised indeed to see that she's kind of a scream in it (that's a compliment). The whole enterprise, in fact, is pretty entertaining -- although I suspect I am preaching to choir as far as any Melrose iterations go. That being said: girlfriend, I actually like your dress, but you're made up like an overly zealous Benefit counter girl decided to use you as practice for her cosmetology exam and, I hate to break it to you, she is totally going to fail that thing. This much dress plus that much face is just too much.

 
August 21, 2009

Unfug It Up: Lynn Collins

So, Lynn Collins here has been popping up all over the place lately -- often wearing a top hat, for some reason -- and I swear to God, I couldn't for the life of me remember what role she played in True Blood. (Of which I have only seen the first season thus far, due to a long and very boring story involving HBO, my OnDemand, Time Warner Cable and Netflix. I know. It's annoying. And iTunes doesn't have any of season two available yet. I JUST NEED THE FIRST SEVEN EPISODES, HBO. Deep breath.)

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Anyhoodle, I eventually figured out that she played a coworker of Sookie Stackhouse's down at Merlotte's who meets with -- shall we say, a less than ideal end? All I know is, if you look WAY better in the super short shorts and white tee shirt sported by the lady employees of Merlotte's than you do in your civies, YOU'RE DOING IT WRONG. When it comes right down to it, thought, I don't really loathe this dress SPECIFICALLY. I think that it competes horribly with the backdrop here, which is not her fault, but mostly I think the styling on this is....problematic. Those shoes with that dress, and that lipstick, and that hair....honey, I just want to start over with you.

That's where you come in, readers: put on your best Rachel Zoe and fix this mess. Nicely, of course.

So apparently the Daytime Emmy Awards are coming up in a week, and Lesli Kay of The Bold and the Beautiful did some publicity thing where she's trying on dresses. Which I'm sure was a treat and all, but:

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She looks like she's about to be crowned Queen of a very small principality whose chief national export is gilded interiors, and is posing for the official photograph that will be used for authorized coronation merchandise -- say, coffee mugs and breakfast trays, or-- in the vein of my very favorite Chuck & Di royal-wedding souvenir -- metal trash cans. It's all a bit mature. And in the case of her shoulder adornments, almost military, as if she exhibited deepest bravery in defense of her country's largest and most jealously targeted brass-knob factory. In short, I don't recommend that she pick this option.

Nor would I advocate this one:
We're pleased to confirm that the rumors are true: Project Runway has made the leap to Lifetime almost totally unscathed.

"Early on, the only changes we spotted were terribly important details like the size and font of the front-of-show credits, and the occasional ad for Centrum Silver -- a sponsor that would, most likely, never back a Bravo show unless it came out with a vitamin called Centrum Housewives."

There were one or two tweaks -- not including the move to Los Angeles -- but all in all, we're excited to see where the season is going. DON'T READ THIS PART IF YOU HAVEN'T WATCHED THE EPISODE YET: Although we'll miss the first bootee, Ari Fish, because WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT OUTFIT? I haven't giggled that hard during the runway presentation in a loooong time. Especially when Lindsay Lohan got to lecture her on propriety, which was doubly eerie because of Ari Fish's uncanny resemblance to Samantha Ronson, who has herself probably lectured Lindsay a million times on propriety. Oh, it's delicious.

Ahem. Anyway, if you didn't use the link above, click here to read the rest of our column on NYMag.com, if you're so inclined.
August 21, 2009

Fugrose Place

This outfit is SO Melrose Place.

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Ashlee here is practically Dr. Kimberly Shaw. Jr. Maybe with a dash of Sydney. I could totally see this outfit in a storyline wherein she shimmies into this boob-crushing glorified support garment masquerading as lingerie, and lies in wait for a Dr. Michael Mancini-type -- maybe even the ACTUAL Dr. Michael Mancini -- but he's not interested because he's just so BORED of all her drama (and he's sleeping with about ten other people), and the rejection turns her mental, so she Rips Off Her Wig and becomes a prostitute and ends up throttling her pimp with her pearls, and they have to hire some smoldering-but-wooden former daytime soap actor (I nominate Victor Webster) to play her lawyer for the ensuing trial, acquittal, and bigamy storyline.

Unfortunately, none of that will come to pass, because this isn't Melrose Place. It's just Melrose 2.0 star Ashlee Simpson looking bad at a party. In a FORMAL ROMPER. Dr. Kimberly Shaw wouldn't just rip off her wig; she'd replace it with a blonde one and go mow down her personal shopper.
August 21, 2009

Olivia Thirlfug

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OLIVIA THIRLBY: Hi Zoe!

ZOE KRAVITZ: Um. Hi, I guess.

OLIVIA: Having fun? I am!

ZOE: I... could you let go of me? And maybe stand a bit further over there?

OLIVIA: Why? I'm an It Girl! Everyone loves me from Juno!

ZOE: How apt because you look like a pregnant misanthrope at the prom. In really crappy old golf shoes.

OLIVIA: So?

ZOE: So, normally I look like I rolled out of a dumpster, but even I have made an effort here. What is wrong with you?

OLIVIA: I don't HAVE to try, Zoe. Don't you get it? I had to say the line "Honest to blog?!?" and people STILL LIKED ME!

ZOE:That is going to buy you another five minutes, tops. And I don't want to be standing here when the goodwill evaporates, know what I mean?

OLIVIA: Oh ye of little faith.

ZOE: Oh ye of little TASTE.

OLIVIA: Snap! You got me. Honest to blog!

ZOE: Noooo, don't say it AGAIN!

OLIVIA: Sorry, it slipped out.

August 21, 2009

The Fugty

Now that Erin Lucas has quit The City, she needs to find other ways to get attention.

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Dressing as Madonna's handmaiden from 1983 is a good start.

August 21, 2009

Fug Power

PEOPLE OF THE WORLD:

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You know how there's that old gag about tagging the words, "in bed" to the end of every fortune cookie's fortune? Like I had one last night informing me that my personal happiness lies in achieving my professional goals. Which is much more salacious if I am achieving said goals....IN BED. I propose that the GFY version of that involves adding the words, "look into pants," to every Spice Girls song lyric that comes to mind until our sweet lady Ginger here gets the message.

For example:

"People of the world: look into pants! Every boy and every girl: LOOK INTO PANTS!"

Or:

"If you wanna be my lover, you gotta LOOK INTO PANTS!"

Or:

"Come a little bit closer, baby, get it on, get it on. Cause TONIGHT is the NIGHT that we LOOK INTO PANTS."

Or:

"I'm giving you every thing/ All that joy can bring/ This I swear./ And, all that I want from you/ Is a promise you will LOOK INTO PANTS."

And so forth. I understand that Ginger might think -- being British -- that we are imploring her to wear knickers rather than trousers, but considering how perilous her situation appears in this photo, I think we'd love it if she was sure to wear BOTH, no? I thought so. Now, go forth and sing.

August 20, 2009

FugMaker

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DIDDY: Why didn't anyone tell me Zac Posen had joined a marching band? I should put that in one of my reality shows. Making His Marching Band. Yes. Perfect. It can air after Glee. God. I'm a genius. Also, I look great. I need to go talk to Trump later tonight about how amazing we are.

CASSIE: Yes! My head is still half-shaved. And I'm wearing a jumpsuit! BUT! I still look pretty cute, considering. Hey, don't make that surprised face. It's rude.

ZAC POSEN: All right, let's get this show on the road. I've got a marching band to get to. Those flugelhorns are making me crazy! 


August 20, 2009

Aubrey O'Fug

Well, hellfire, you guys: All our Fug Madness winners -- all two of them -- are trying to clean up their acts, and I've got to tell you, with that and the fact that Mischa Barton is off-limits for a while because of her recent and genuinely very alarming involuntary hospitalization, I am feeling quite bereft.

Observe:

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Yeah, fine, the shoes kind of look like something you'd wear if you wanted to go clogging at a strip club. And if I hadn't seen so very much of her boobs in the past year, I'd think that was one ineptly stuffed bra. But you guys, it's AUBREY. By her standards, wearing this outfit means she's taken the veil, become Sister Mary Aubrey, and plans to attend vespers all week with Mother Superior. I hope to God Solange Knowles is sitting at home somewhere, looking at this photo, understanding that it means Fug Madness 2010 could be hers, ALL HERS.

But can Aubrey keep it up? Let's see:

August 20, 2009

The Fugtember Issue

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SIENNA: Hello, Anna! Gosh, isn't it wonderful to be together again!

ANNA: We meet again, Kate. How delightful.

SIENNA: No, no, not Kate Husdon.

ANNA: I know. You're Kate Bosworth.

SIENNA: No, it's Sienna Miller. I'm on the cover of the Vogue issue that's at the center of your documentary.

ANNA: Oh, yes, the toothy one?

SIENNA: Er...

ANNA: With the unwashed hair?

SIENNA: I suppose so, yes.

ANNA: How lovely to see that you've showered, although you do look a bit like you're still wearing the towel around you.

SIENNA: But isn't it better than when I wore granny panties over my tights?

ANNA: At least those weren't about to fall off, dear. I only do nipples on the runway.

SIENNA: Oh yes? Don't suppose you'd tell me why you never paint your toenails? Or why those shoes reek of Payless? Or why your dress makes you look like you have a hunch?

ANNA: No.

SIENNA: ... Oh, shit. Your dress is so loud, I didn't think you'd be able to hear me.

ANNA: Enjoy this evening, my dear. For it will be your last.

SIENNA: ... Your bob is still a beacon of shiny joy in an otherwise tainted, bleak world.

ANNA: Nice try, dear. I shall send a ham to your next of kin. 

August 20, 2009

Sorority Fug

So, when I start writing an entry here, I usually put placeholders for the copy, and then place the picture, and then I start to write.

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Which means that I just spent twenty minutes staring at a draft of this entry in which Audrina was bracketed solely by, "WORDS HERE" on either side of this photo. I feel like I could have just posted it like that and you would have known what I was going to say anyway. Said words would have included: "WTF," "girl, please," "Whitesnake," "I'm so sure," "LC," "eyeliner," "seriously," "bra," "Uggs," "ugh," "nudity," "CC DeVille," and a Playboy crack tied to Heidi Pratt nee Montag. See, I don't even need to finish it now. Awesome.
August 20, 2009

Fug or Fab: Renee Zellweger

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RENEE ZELLWEGER: Hello, I'm Renee Zellweger.

R.J CUTLER: And I'm R.J. Cutler, the producer/director of The September Issue.

RENEE: How've you been?

R.J: I'm great! I'd say more, but Jessica worked for me for many years and she finds it weirdly impossible for write dialogue for me. She would make a terrible biographer.

RENEE: I couldn't agree more! But enough about me. I want to talk about me, and my dress. I look cute, right? Youthful! Like I'm having a good time! The color is flattering! It's not ANOTHER boring strapless sheath! I FINALLY PULLED ONE OFF! Right? Right?!

R.J: Can we see it from the side?
August 19, 2009

Pussyfug Dolls

FROM: ROBIN ANTIN
TO: MELODY THORNTON
RE: Your outfit of last night, as snapped waiting for the valet at Katsuya
Attachment: said outfit:

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Dear Melody,

It has come to my attention that -- despite years of my careful training -- you have forgotten what properly constitutes a Schoolgirl Outfit in the Pussycat Dolls milieu. I can not stress to you enough that, no matter where you go, you are always representing the Pussycat Dolls and thus must always dress appropriately. I thought we covered this adequately after the debacle when you went to Whole Foods in jeans and a tank top, but apparently not.

Of course, as you know, the beret and knee high socks are mandatory and thank you for not being willfully disobedient in that arena. However, Melody, don't even pretend that you are unaware that your blazer needs to be fully unbuttoned and worn over a lacy bra (or bustier, in winter). Likewise, although your shorts are mercifully appropriately scant, your Pussycat Dolls Wardrobe Guidelines are extremely clear on this subject: you need to be wearing a short, pleated skirt (preferably plaid). Finally, you seem to be wearing clogs like some kind of healthcare professional, rather than the mandated high boots or patent leather mary janes.

Melody, I'm sure you can understand how disappointed I am in this behavior. You look merely bizarre, but not trashy and that is wholly unacceptable for a Doll. If this sort of selfish flouting of the rules continues, I will have no choice but to consider disciplinary action.

Yours,

Robin

August 19, 2009

Byrfug Bell

Socialite Byrdie Bell is at it again.

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Here she's channeling Kate Hudson on her worst day, Cybill Shepherd on this day, Mary-Kate Olsen on an unusually cheerful day, and the walk of shame we've all done in college after peeling ourselves off of whatever couch we passed out on and staggering back to the dorm in last night's clothes. I have to say, none of that particularly works in her favor fashion-wise, but if she channeled it into an actual CHANNEL, I think I'd watch. Probably with a glass of scotch. Which I don't actually drink, but somehow it just seems apt.

August 19, 2009

OMFugG

You know how being the only sober person in a room full of people who are pissed off their trees can be kind of frustrating?

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Does that mean, therefore, that in order to enjoy Gossip Girl this season, I am required to smoke crack? Because looking at most of these photos from the set, I totally feel like I am at a party where everyone is cracked out of their gourds and I'm sitting off to the side playing solitaire with a Diet Coke and a bag of Cheetos for company. Blake Lively keeps getting stuck in stuff that abuses her lovely figure, and increasingly, Little J looks like the subject of a Lifetime movie, She Sold Herself For Toothpaste: Homeless Hygienic Hooker: The Trix Katie Vandenberg Story. Although frankly, I'm starting to wonder if Taylor Momsen would be BETTER dressed if she actually WERE starring in that one.

All of which is to say, God bless the Gossip Girl costumers. I beat my head against the wall time and time again, yes, but at the same time, never have I gotten such a kick out of decorating my living room with my own brain matter.
August 19, 2009

Unfug It Up: Diane Kruger

Sometimes, no matter how much I like or dislike a person, I get REALLY sick of writing about them when they're on an unending press junket. Such is currently the case with Diane Kruger. I have nothing against her, particularly, but I am SO READY for her to stop being on the job pimping Inglourious Basterds (and yes, I typed "Basters" again, and yes, that happens EVERY TIME -- including yesterday, when I caught myself, started typing a digression that included a joke about it being a movie about alternative conception methods, deleted said digression because I have already made that joke... and then accidentally left it as "Basters" for half the day anyway).

My point: Diane, you are lovely, but please go home and get some rest for a while so that other starlets can come out to play. I'm fresh out of comments about your cute boyfriend, and I don't have a whole lot to say about your acting chops because my experience with you is limited to Troy and the two National Treasure movies, which have only taught me that you can capably wear a toga and act like Nicolas Cage's hair is something normally found in nature.

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In that vein, my brain can't unscramble itself to form a coherent theory about this dress. All I know is, the sleeves are begging me to make another tired figure-skating joke; it's squishing her boobs weirdly; and the epaulets on the shoulders look like something you'd see in a Calvin and Hobbes cartoon, wherein Hobbes convinces Calvin that stapling aluminum foil to his shoulders will make him impervious to girls, mothers, and sarcasm.

What do you think? Put on your stylist's cap -- it ought to be a fur turban -- and reconceive this outfit, if you DARE. The usual rules apply in the comments: be kind, rewind; sleep tight, don't let the bedbugs bite; beer before liquor, never been sicker. Et cetera.
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Wow, Robin Wright Penn just cannot win: First, she divorces Sean Penn for like the FIFTIETH TIME and now she's got no neck and finds herself caught in a straitjacket of her own arms. If this is More, I feel like she might prefer less.
August 18, 2009

Sticky and Fug Tour

I wonder if anyone's mentioned to Madonna lately that she's wearing an outfit I literally last saw on Victoria Gotti during an episode of Growing Up Gotti:

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I'm not kidding. I WORKED on that show. You have no idea how many hours I've seen of Ms Gotti and she OWNS this outfit. She owns the HELL out of it. All I know is that if Madonna starts tootling around Long Island with three severely tanorexic boys who are each nursing a raging hair gel addiction -- well, frankly, I will be terrified. TERRIFIED. And I've said this a thousand times if I've said it once, but I will happily make it 1001: if Old School Madonna ever stumbled across a DeLorean back in 1985, like Marty McFly, and -- much as we see in Back to the Future II -- decided to travel to the future to discover once and for all if she turned into an asshole, I suspect she would be VERY DISPLEASED INDEED with what she learned.

Old School Madonna, I miss you. I know you are down there somewhere, if all the [alleged] HGH hasn't obliterated you. Come back! Come back to the future! Come back to the future and have a sandwich! YOUR FUTURE YOU NEEDS YOUR HELP.
 

August 18, 2009

Fugthew Settle

"Hi guys!"

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"Can't wait to see the movie! What's that? NO. My hair is NOT attached to my cap. How dare you! Excuse me? Certainly not! I did not at all just crash this party on the way back to my apartment from a beer run. I never! Could you please repeat that? You must be joking! OF COURSE Rufus hasn't become a busker who wanders Grand Central Station lonely and unwashed, singing "She's Always A Woman" over and over and over again because he's heartbroken about some Lily-related issue, and besides, that's a spoiler. This hair just HAPPENED, none of my hats fit over all my sexy brains properly and I HAVE TO GO NOW."

You know what's sad? When someone who used to be moderately interesting turns REALLY REALLY BORING:

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Yeah. Lilo's all blond, skinny, wears ugly shoes and looks more convinced than ever of her own sexiness? SNORE. Wake me up when we get out of 2007.

What's that? There's more?

Well, we start out okay here, with the makeup and the color...

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... but between looking like an orthopedic brace was built into her dress at the midriff, and the shoes that bespeak a dark obsession with athletic tape, I can't figure out why Michelle Monaghan wanted to hit the town looking like she's being held together by the skin of her fashion. I mean, maybe it's performance art, picking shoes that look like they treat the pain most high heels cause, but they make me want to toss her some crutches and a few dozen Motrin.
When this photo was thumbnail-sized, I expected to enlarge it and find out that it was Diane Kruger. But no -- it's her Inglourious Basterds co-star Melanie Laurent.

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You can kind of see why my brain went there, though, right? They're both blonde. Sometimes La Krug enjoys hairdos that evoke a milkmaid skipping through the meadow. And the top half of the dress reminds me of the kind of experiment-gone-wrong that DK undertakes sometimes -- like initially it was supposed to be a much more interesting dress, a veritable festival of sheer fabric erupting in head-cradling confusion, but the designer got bored somewhere around that haphazard, limp neck tie and just threw in a pencil skirt real fast so he/she could go to happy hour.

As for what Diane actually wore, here you go:
August 18, 2009

Fugreek

Dilshad Vadsaria is very sassy on Greek. But I think she was erroneously seduced by the imagery on here into thinking this dress was a good idea.

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Maybe she just has a serious jones for Thomas Edison, or she always buys the utilities when she plays Monopoly. I don't know. In general, though, I feel it's best to reconsider your options when your clothes are setting you up as the punch line of a "how many XYZs does it take to screw in a lightbulb" joke. Unless it's a REALLY funny one. But what are the odds of that? 

August 17, 2009

One Tree Fug

So, Ashley Rickards here was part of the team over at One Tree Hill last season -- see, someone over there must have had a beef with Sophia Bush, because for the past two seasons she's spent more time sniffling over how badly she wants a baby (at the ripe old age of 22) than sticking her tongue down the throat of any nubile love interests; ergo, one of Sophia's plots involved her taking in a foster child in the form of a surly-with-a-heart-of-god teen played by Ashley.

[And of course -- SPOILER -- it ended in tears because Ashley's character learned her mother was trying to find her, and she decided she wanted to go live with her mother so they could bond, and she left, and there was sobbing and sniffling and tragedy and poignant farewells... despite the fact that her mother LIVES ELSEWHERE IN TREE HILL. Like, y'all, Tree Hill is not Manhattan. It's not even the Manhattan of North Carolina. YOU WILL BUMP INTO EACH OTHER. Probably at the supermarket. Also, there is e-mail. And texting. Get with the times, people. You could've saved yourselves a lot of puffy eyelids if you'd just been like, "Hey, e-mail me and we'll get coffee." COME ON. And how bad is her mother at finding things, anyway? You live in the same square-inch of the state. Did she really want to go live with a woman who was that stumped as to where she might be? Thank you, readers, for letting me work through these issues.]

AHEM. To catch up: Ashley R. = Sophia Bush's former TV foster child.

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Although now that her arc is ending, it seems she's in line to play the Lily Tomlin hick twin in a remake of Big Business. Hopefully this one ends with her getting back together with her adorable fiance, who was portrayed as the Tiger Woods of small-town mini-golf. Because you do not let a dude go who can shoot the ball through the windmill every single time, and when putt-putt takes off on ESPN 45 or whatever in about 10 years, you want to be on those coattails.
August 17, 2009

Fugababes

I guess it's British Girl Groups Who Will Never Hit It Big in the States Day here at GFY, because on the heels of Sarah Harding, may I present Heidi Range of the irritatingly twee-ly spelled Sugababes:

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In fairness, I must admit that I have one of their songs on my iPod and it is excellent for cardio. I must also admit that I laughed aloud at their Wikipedia entry, which claims -- and has backing citation for said claim -- that two of the group had a huge blowout about Britney's "Toxic" video. How is that even possible? "Toxic" is an AMAZING video. I must finally admit that if cropped tops are coming back, as one might surmise from this photo of Heidi, I will probably somehow end up in jail for assault.

I can't bring myself to be mean to Danica McKellar:

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  1. She's Winner Cooper. No one my age can really feel anything but affection for Winnie Cooper, even if sometimes you wanted to be like, "Kevin Arnold! Stop whining about Winnie Cooper! Something EXTREMELY POIGNANT is about to happen and you need to be present for it!"
  2. She has a math theorem named after her. That is awesome. I can't even get a sandwich named after me.
  3. We went to UCLA at the same time -- it was truly the golden age of Child Star Celebrity Students at UCLA, as at one point I was a student alongside Danica, Mayim Bialik (whom I once saw wearing a Girl Scout Uniform, with green hair, pulling her books in a little Red Wagon), Evie from Out of This World, and, best of all, URKEL. Although considering how much he rolled with the basketball team, I presume it was actually Stefan Urquelle.
    However. Let us be honest. This was a bad idea, even if she did wear it to the premiere of Legally Blonde: The Musical. For one thing, she looks like a Pink Lady, and that's an entirely different production.
  4. Can this be FIXED?
  5. I kind of think not.
  6. But you guys are often smarter than I am. Some of you may have theorems yourself. So pretend you're on Project Runway and you have to make something out of this. GO!



August 17, 2009

Girls Afug

Sarah Harding here is in the British pop girl group Girls Aloud, which have sung such tender, poetic hits as "Sexy! No No No..." and "Something Kind of Ooooh."

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I presume she is pictured here still in costume from a stint filming cameos in a new video Weird Al -- seeing the need to bulk up his catalog now that he feels temporarily weird about performing "I'm Fat" or "Eat It" in the wake of Michael Jackson's demise and deciding to reach out to the fans of UK-based girl groups who are not the Spice Girls -- has recently made, titled, "Sexy? NO NO NO" and "Something Kind of Ew." What a good sport.
August 17, 2009

Fug U Bad

I kind of just want to buy singer/songwriter Jazmine Sullivan here a drink:

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For one thing, I'm pretty sure she's going to want one after seeing these pictures. And when she wails to me, "It would have looked SO CUTE with a SKIRT," I will pat her arm gently and motion to the barkeep to bring us both another round.  And then I will just remind her that she's actually an American hero. Because, Jazmine, if one woman looks at your jumpsuit here and thinks to herself, "God. Yeah. I totally couldn't pull that off either," you will have SAVED that woman from even the heartache of TRYING ON said jumpsuit or similar, not to mention the sinking feeling she might have had the morning after wearing one in public, potentially in front of the cute boy or girl she most wanted to impress with what she told herself was her kicky, jumpsuit-wearing joie de vivre. Womenfolk: hear me and believe me. Your vivre has MORE than enough joie without doing this to your crotch.
Since I whiffed so badly last week and put up that photo of Fergie that I didn't realize was old, I'm compensating by addressing two of her recent outfits. And yes, I checked the dates. Which is not to say I won't do anything else stupid -- I mean, this morning I put the margarine away in the cupboard. It cannot be long before I'm washing my hair with the toilet duck and making my own leggings from back issues of The New Yorker.

None of which has anything to do with this photo, except perhaps in the sense that Fergie here has NOT made leggings that way (at least, not that we've seen).

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In fact, she looks delightful. Yes, okay, that dress reminds me a bit of glowsticks. But I have happy associations with those batons of fun: Last time I basked in their petite radiance, I was in London at a performance of the absurd yet awesome We Will Rock You (because I am a total sucker for all things Queen), and not only had I just had a great time, but I was giggling at the signs outside the theater that pimped the show by saying things like, "The band is amazing," and, "It really reminds you how great Queen was," which have to be the most carefully written compliments in the history of West End reviews.

Bringing my digresion back to its point of origin: Fergie's electric dress here is fun and light-hearted and a pretty intelligent way to clothe herself for an awards show at which teens are choosing things. She doesn't look freakily mature or half-naked, nor did she pick something so precious that it's like she's trying to be 14 again herself. The shoes are wicked with it, and the arm cuff... well, look at it. Stare really hard. Does it not remind you of a metallic Sam the Eagle from The Muppet Show? I love that crabby bird. And so I endorse this outfit, and I thank her for not going the Lady Gaga route and making an accessory out of Sam's ACTUAL head.

I am not as comfortable with Fergie's next choice:

August 14, 2009

Legally Fugs

So, I guess this person is named Brittany Curran and she's been on a lot of Disney Channel hoo-ha, and that ABC Family show Legally Blondes, which I haven't watched because I fear that it will make me kill myself.

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I -- SERIOUSLY -- worked (okay, "worked") this EXACT SAME LOOK IN 8TH GRADE. I now totally understand why my mother laughed so hard the first time she saw me unironically wearing bell bottoms that she had to sit down.
August 14, 2009

Fugcer Pratt

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[Photo: Splash News]

SPENCER: Howdy, pretty lady. Can I fall into your burning ring of fire?

HEIDI: Tee-hee! You've never asked permission BEFORE.

SPENCER: I never looked like the head chef at Johnny Cash's Ring of Fire Bar & Grill before.

HEIDI: Just for that, and for how sexy-meaty your knees look with jeans bunched up around them, I'll go up TWO boob sizes.

SPENCER: And if I throw on my spurs?

HEIDI: THREE sizes.

SPENCER: Yee-haw.
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[Photo: Nylon: Guys!]

Okay. First of all, if you haven't seen (500) Days of Summer, you really should consider rectifying that. It is honest and delightful and that is rare. And Joseph Gordon-Levitt here is great it in. And he's REALLY CUTE. Like, seriously-consider-having-his-babies cute. So I sort of wish Nylon Guys (I don't know how to punctuate that. Nylon Guys seems as though it is about men made of nylon. Nylon: Guys is probably the most accurate, but I think I prefer Nylon: Guys! because it seems kickier)...what the hell as I talking about? Oh right: I wish Nylon: Guys! had asked him about (500) Days of Summer rather than G.I Joe, but (a) maybe they did and just decided Joe would be a more alluring draw on the cover for male readers, and (b) perhaps no one truly anticipated that G.I Joe would be as wretched as it allegedly is. But you know what I really wish? That they hadn't taken someone so adorable and groomed him like someone who hasn't taken a shower in six weeks and just really wants to talk to you about all his awesome tin cans and how aluminum foil will probably block the government's mind control rays but only if it's Reynold's Wrap. You know what else I wish? I misread that headline on the bottom right as, "David Lynch and Nick Cannon on a yacht with pirates!" and I truly long for that to be made real. Bring me THAT in your next issue, Nylon: Guys!     
August 14, 2009

Fuggliet the Spy

So it seems the Gossip Girl costume crew feels the same way I do about the return of Michelle Trachtenberg's character to the Upper East Side:

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Rage-y and obsessed with the need for revenge. I get mine via the pen, they fight with unflattering, ill-fitting dresses and the only wedges ever designed to make you look like you're not wearing heels at all. I think I fear them most of all.

This week, for NYMag.com, Heather and I compare and contrast -- just like in English class! -- two of the most important literary pieces of our time. I speak, of course, of Gwyneth Paltrow's GOOP, and Rachel Zoe's "The Zoe Report":

"Aside from the obvious similarities (one is written by a tall, slim actress; the other, by a small, slim stylist who makes a living dressing tall, slim actresses), just how alike are GOOP and the Zoe Report, really? Is there room in your life for two missives from famous people who really want you to go shopping, or do you need to prune your in-box?"

Well, DO YOU? Find out by reading our whole column. You know, if you want. No pressure. I mean, we just want you to know these important facts, but if you've got work to do, or whatever...I mean, that happens. But when someone asks you how the Zoe Report stacks up as far as name-dropping goes, as compared to GOOP, YOU MIGHT NOT KNOW THE ANSWER. The horror!



August 13, 2009

The Fugs Next Door

You know, I am someone who doesn't have a problem showing up places a little overdressed.  (Not that you'd ever guess that looking at me right this moment.) I feel like, my pretty clothes hardly ever get to leave the house, since I work from home, so I might as well trot them out now and then. But there is a line. AND THIS IS WAY OVER IT:

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THIS is the premiere of a movie about used car salesmen that Jeremy Piven was reduced to promoting on Big Brother. YOU, Holly Madison, look like you're attending a ball where the dress code is "Into the Woods Formal." I understand that now you've broken up with Hef, you don't have the opportunity to throw wildly extravagant theme parties anymore, and that must be tough for you. But there is a time and a place to work through your unquenchable desire to dress like you're the love child of an ostrich and a tree, and this, my dear, is not it.
August 13, 2009

The Young and the Fugless

Heather and I were just saying that we love featuring Nicholle Tom, if only because every time she pops up, we get to talk about that awesome episode of 90210 where it is discovered that she's acting out in regards to the death of her brother Poor Dead Scott by changing her clothes every morning in the school bathroom so that she looks WHORIER, and when Brenda discovers this, she and her bodysuit are HORRIFIED.

Then I realized this is actually HEATHER Tom, Nicholle's sister and much celebrated daytime acting artiste. Whoops! In my defense, they look a lot alike and also I picked the wrong week to stop smoking crack.

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HOWEVER, I was not incorrect about the fact that her neck-flower makes it appear at first glance as though she's got huge noise-canceling headphones slung around her neck, and in fact, I wish that's what was going on. Because I think the idea of someone showing up to an event all, 'Damn, it might get loud in here and I totally don't want to  have to talk to Jack Wagner again,' or whatever, is kind of hilarious.

That said, Ms Tom being a soap-veteran, what is probably happening is that this neck-accoutrement is holding her head on after some kind of terrible near-decapitation. Don't you think? That's how people roll in the daytime dramas, and bless them for it. Let's look at the rest of her outfit:

August 13, 2009

Unfug It Up: Rachel McAdams

Let's talk about McAdams!

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I....don't....know. I really don't. I mean, on one hand, I feel like she OUGHT to look worse in this. On the other, I also feel like the longer I stare at it, the more it looks like she's wearing it backwards (though I'm sure she isn't). On my mystical third hand (like the third eye, but more helpful for juggling), I feel like I'd LOVE IT if it were a color. On the fourth hand (borrowed from my neighbor), maybe I'd like the white more if she were wearing other SHOES. On the fifth hand (my neighbor's second hand -- I hope you're following), thank god for double-sided tape.

So, I'm throwing it to the peanut gallery. What do you think: is it awesome? Should it be black (or blue or red or whatever)? Should she just scrap it? Play stylist, readers, in the comments -- as always, please continue to be as delightful as you always are:

We've said before we're tired of Angelina Jolie wearing the same boring array of colors -- but when the black dress she's squeezed into is made of LEATHER, well, I am totally on board. Because if ever there were a girl born to wear leather or a leather-like substance, it's Angelina. I don't care if it's a put-on or her actual personality; the woman leaks biker-chick from her pores so copiously that she might as well come with a factory-installed kick-stand and a sidecar.

So, for the most part, I loved the badass simplicity of this.

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But I am not so sold on the pockets. On the red carpet, I think pockets are the devil. Given the amount I catch myself idly hanging my fingers out of my jeans pockets when I'm just in line at the supermarket, I cannot imagine how tempting it would be to fiddle with them when I'm stuck at an unending photo opportunity where everyone is screaming my name. Mercifully, I will never find out -- but judging from this photo, even Angelina is not immune to jamming her hands in her pockets for lack of any better idea about what to do with them. I guess it shows them off as a feature of the dress -- although in a tight leather frock, what could you keep in there but a bill and maybe a Listerine pocket pack? -- but the conundrum is: Fiddle with them, and look a bit like you're throwing secret gang signs, or don't touch them and risk them flapping open and giving your hips a weird contour. What's a girl to do? Methinks maybe just don't wear something with pockets. Especially when you are Angelina Jolie, and you have a giant man pocket walking beside you in the form of Brad Pitt.

August 13, 2009

Carmit Fugchar

Sweet, sweet Carmit, a.k.a. The Mannish Redhead Who Quit The Pussycat Dolls And Has Since Dropped Off The Radar:

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On the one hand, I want to give you a Well Played, just for the fact that you are distancing yourself from the Pussycat Dolls vibe of leather leotards and mesh pants. But on the other hand... BORING. You look like you just spend the day on the beach, and threw those shoes in the car so you could stop off at apl.de.ap's party on the way home.

Now, I know it's confusing when we fug you for looking like a Pussycat Doll and then we fug you for NOT looking like one. I am confused myself. I can't explain my own feelings. Why do I still watch Private Practice? Why do I sit through American Idol when every judge except Simon makes me stabby? Why do I love the word "persnickety" yet not use it nearly enough? These are the mysteries with which I grapple daily, and the whole "you can never satisfy my dark heart" fug thing is another such enigma. But, I mean: Surely you didn't have to leap straight from bike shorts and bustiers to what could pass as a swimsuit coverup and a $4 hat. You skipped over so much in between. Like the entire spectrum of trousers, or the dress section at Barney's. Or Bloomies. You could look cuter, OR you could look a tad more flavorful, without actually retreating back into the sartorial crack den that is Robin Antin's universe. If you have a solo career on tap -- and Wikipedia claims you do -- you will have to do a whole lot better in order to stand out. Because frankly, the only way I remembered your name is that it sounds like "car meat" and your hair is accordingly very red. I'm serious. Maybe you should name your album "Car Meat On Your Grill" or something.

And then throw out the hat. It might be the root of your problems.
August 12, 2009

The Fug Element

You know how you say of someone particularly chic/beautiful/fit/possessed of an enviable je ne sais quoi, "she'd look good in a barrel?" Well, I generally feel that Milla here would probably look decent in a barrel. I might not approve of the cut of said barrel and I certainly wouldn't endorse barrel-wearing, nor would I believe that, of everything else in her closet, the barrel was Milla's most inspired choice, but you know what I mean. You smell what I'm cooking. You appreciate the barrel of monkeys I'm unpacking over here.

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Because what is written on the side of this particular barrel is, "Not Even Milla Jovovich Can Pull This Off; Look On My Works, Ye Mighty, AND DESPAIR." This is, I believe, what the kids refer to as a hot mess.

August 12, 2009

Mallika Sherafug

So, one of the helpful members of Fug Nation emailed this to us. And I opened and scanned the email very early in the morning, before I'd had any coffee. I was totally bleary-eyed from lack of sleep, because I had been up late the night before. Not doing anything fun, mind you -- just noodling around the house, because I am that dumb person who gets a second wind at like 11pm and the next thing you know, it's 3am, everyone else is sleeping, and I am reading a book and eating Cheezits and accidentally watching QVC, because I'm convinced there's something in our biological make-up that somehow renders QVC FASCINATING in the hours between 1 and 4am. ANYWAY, in my delirious state, I somehow misread that this photo was of Alia Shawkat -- Arrested Development's Maeby Fünke -- and you can IMAGINE the dramatic horrified sounds I made:

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Then I actually looked at her face. No, this is Mallika Sherawat -- I know, the names are barely even similar, I had QVC Hangover! --  who another of our helpful readers informed me is "a B-list Bollywood star," and she is certainly extremely beautiful when you manage to tear your eyes away from her outfit. Honestly, I am so relieved that Maeby isn't popping up at premieres dressed like a magician's assistant in a traveling show designed solely to appeal to vampires or people who like to pretend they are vampires that I just sort of want to give Mallika a high five and thank her for taking the bullet on this one.
Hey, guys, remember Jojo? Super young girl who sang world weary songs about how that boy at YMCA camp totally done her wrong, or something? Didn't you wonder what happened to her? Neither did I. But here she is at the Teen Choice Awards:

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Wikipedia tells me she has an album coming out at the end of the year, and good for her, I say: from what I remember, the girl CAN sing. But who cares about SKILLS? Let's talk about her outfit.

  1. How cute of her to match her bag to the sign.
  2. WTF is going on with the bodice on this thing? It COULD be awesome. Or it could be just too similar in effect to what you'd get if you pasted tiny bits of aluminum foil to Ace bandages and wrapped them around your boobs. So let's go in for the close-up:

This one has been brewing for a while now, but I keep forgetting to wax confused by it. Behold Audrina Patridge, having completed -- presumably -- her transformation into having more fun:

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[Photo: FlynetOnline.com]

It's not that she looks so terrible as a blonde, but... really? Did The Hills need another blonde? Granted, the only other brunettes on that show are Stacy The Bartender, who injected idiotic fake drama into the Speidi relationship with all the skill and enthusiasm of someone trying to shove a brick through a tennis racket, and the terminally drippy Jayde -- girlfriend of the terminally cheesy Brody Jenner. So I can't say I blame Audrina for wanting to distance herself from that aesthetic. But she was also THE brunette on the show for a long time, and there's no way anyone who watches is going to mistake her for either of those other two yokels, so why she felt the need to make herself just like everyone else on The Hills is beyond me. She doesn't even get to fall back on being The One With The Giant Fake Boobs, because Heidi got there first. Too bad, so sad.

While we're here: I can't even work up a criticism of the outfit because it's just sort of there. (Kind of like Audrina herself at times.) The shoes are fun and I like the bag, but maybe not together -- certainly not both of them with that fuchsia. And the dress is kind of sagging on her boob job, which in many respects defeats the purpose of getting a boob job -- and seriously, honey, if you're insistent on wearing a strapless dress, can't you at least get out the power sander and slough off those tan lines?

Huh. Turns out I could work up a criticism on the outfit. Who knew?

Somehow, in all the Teen Choice hoo-ha that makes us feel increasingly like ancient old biddies every year, we forgot to talk about Kristen Bell. 

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[Photo: FlynetOnline.com]

Clearly, if neither of us seized a chance to tear into this outfit on the first or second day it was in the offing, we are experiencing a heightened sense of Jumpsuit Fatigue. Symptoms include staring absently at the computer screen, coming up with lame excuses for procrastination that include, "Oh, I haven't been to MenWhoLookLikeKennyRogers.com in about four years -- I wonder if men still look like Kenny Rogers now that Kenny Rogers doesn't even look like Kenny Rogers," an otherwise inexplicable willingness to watch Deal Or No Deal reruns on the Game Show Network, and migraines. If you or someone you love is experiencing Jumpsuit Fatigue, talk to your doctor about how you can learn to live with this untreatable condition. And then send Kristen Bell a letter explaining that she has sent you down a rabbit hole, and that you are furious that dude didn't take the deal two suitcases ago, because COME ON, I don't care what the girl holding #23 said, she has NO IDEA whether she's holding $250,000 and if you want to bet your student-loan payment schedule on her hunch just because she's got really white teeth then that's your cross to bear, pal.

Ahem. That is all.

August 11, 2009

New Fug

I know Billy Burke has played a creepy attorney who is probably also a super-crafty stalker/rapist/serial killer on The Closer over the past couple of seasons*, but you'd think the thing he'd take away from that role was, like, a desire to exorcise its creepitude by then spending the next day rolling around with puppies and snuggling little babies and talking to unicorns and embracing rainbows:

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HERE, he kinda looks like he woke up and said, "damn, I miss looking like I could snap at any moment! Come here, pomade! Let's make some magic!"

* Yes, Twilight fans, I know he also plays The Most Ineffectual Father In "Literature," Charlie Swan, but I felt like you guys were probably already working on a detailed explication of what happens when Edward's hair winds up on Charlie's head, and I didn't want to step on your territory. I do care, you know.

August 11, 2009

9021fug

So, Bangs from the new 90210 doesn't have bangs anymore (kind of like how Headbands stopped wearing headbands -- thank God we still have Drunkface), which means I either have to start using her name (BORING), learn her character's name (SIGH) or just keep calling her Bangs even though it's no longer apt. I think we all know which one I'm going to go with here.

Which ol' Bangs ought to appreciate, as she might not want her name attached to this photo.

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The dress alone isn't so much the problem -- yes, she looks like she's at her seventh-grade back-to-school dance, now that These Kids Today constantly clothe themselves like they're at a Nickelodeon cocktail party. But whatever. Some people have very pleasant memories of being in seventh grade and thinking "Every Rose Has Its Thorn" was the most romantic song ever just by dint of being slow. Maybe she just wanted to throw her arms over some dude's shoulders and shift side-to-side down memory lane.

The issues here, which are CREATED by the dress, are twofold: lefty and righty. I know you can tell where I'm going with this, but let's peer more closely at what we're dealing with:

August 11, 2009

Fug or Fab: Diane Kruger

We've gotten quite a few emails about Diane Kruger's look at the Inglourious Basterds preemieeerrrre last night:

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I sort of like it, guys. Sure, it mildly recalls a cocktail dress made of sea anemones, but that's also something I suspect I might like, were it presented to us in the course of a seafood-themed challenge on Project Runway (WHICH CAN'T RETURN SOON ENOUGH). But I kind of think it's groovily tactile. Of course I'm also out of coffee. Let's take a look at the back:

August 11, 2009

10 Things I Fug About You

SIGH. Lindsey Shaw here is so charming and excellent on 10 Things I Hate About You -- thank god I watch a lot of ABC Family, as I noted yesterday on our Twitter, or else I wouldn't know who half these whippersnappers are -- that I just want to HELP A SISTER OUT HERE:

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GIRL. WHAT. IS. THIS? Rip off the apron attached to her waist AND the one attached to her boob and we might be in business, but as it is, it looks like an El Torito threw up on the St. Pauli girl. That's a recipe for heartburn hanging in your closet if I ever saw one.
Oh, Leighton, all is forgiven:

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You look so pert and adorable in this, I just can't stay mad at you. Aren't you SO RELIEVED?

August 11, 2009

Fugolange

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BEYONCE: Oh, Sol. You are always copying me.

SOLANGE: What?

BEYONCE: You know.

SOLANGE: Do I? Look: You look gorgeous in that dress and those shoes, and your hair has never looked better. Me? I shaved my head, I'm wearing a tank top that looks like the Tin Man sneezed on my shoulders, I'm in a pink satin diaper, and my shoes are bipolar. What EXACTLY does any of this have in common with you?

BEYONCE: Honey. You're carrying my purse, but in gold.

SOLANGE: Of course I have one. WE ARE PROMOTING THEM.

BEYONCE: A likely story, sweetpea.

SOLANGE: I hate you.

BEYONCE: I know. I'd hate me, too.

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"What? He was a rebel without a cause; I am a rebel without socks. It's the same. Deal with it."

Uh, maybe not the best choice, Ashley:

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I mean, even if you INTENDED to look like you'd pulled a skirt that was half-a-size too small up over your granny's long-line foundation garment, I'd argue that it wasn't the best choice. You know? Like, cosmically? I'm just saying.

"OhMYGODY'ALL.

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HI! HI! HI AGAIN! It's been like a thousand years or whatever  I guess I haven't felt like correspondering very much because I had a lot of stuff happening in my life that I was in denial about, is what my therapist says. I was like, how can you be in denial about how you cracked up and shaved your own head because like every time I looked in the mirror last year I was all, "why did I shave my own head?" Let's be honest, like Dr Phil always says: that was stupid. But SHE says Dr Phil isn't even really a doctor which makes me wonder if maybe she can't read? Because it's right there in his name. But lots of people can't read so it's not a big deal. Anyway, SHE says the head-shaving thing was just a symptom of something or something. I don't know. Sometimes when she talks I just look out the window and think about those bottled frappuccinos. ANYWAYS, yesterday morning I decided it would probably be good for me to get out of the house because honestly like all I do is sit by the pool and try and keep Sean P from eating my cigarette butts, like EVERY DAY and I just get really BORED, y'all. LIKE REALLY BORED. I mean, I guess I was on tour because my Dad's Slurpee shack isn't going to keep him in the manner to which he has become accustomed, which is what he keeps telling me when I complain about how bored I am under his RAIN OF TERROR but dude I totally don't even know that that means. But anyway being on tour is just like prancing around for an hour and hiding from Pussycat Dolls because they always want to TELL ME THINGS like why do they think we are friends? I can't even tell them apart. I don't even know if there are seven or eight of them? Could someone please email me and tell me once and for ever how many Pussycat Dolls there are? I'm still at SweetCheetosLover4eva27@aol.com. Thanks.

And ALSO tour is boring because the whole time I'm on tour I have to spend ALL THIS TIME pretending I care about my back-up dancers' love lives or whatever because they are ALWAYS talking to me about how I should know what it's like to be dating a back-up dancer and the funny thing is, you guys, I had these conversations with them for like SIX MONTHS until I even remembered that KEVIN used to be a back-up dancer because right now he looks like he's a back-up competitive eater OH NO I DIDN'T. But for real y'all, he has gotten really big and I swear to god if I put on that kind of weight US Weekly would be FREAKING OUT RIGHT NOW. Like REALLY FREAKING OUT and instead they're just like, "Chunky is Hunky" about him and it's totally unfair y'all. Sexism IS wrong! I wish someone would have explained that better before. But whatever: ever since I started dating my agent, Kevin is NOT MY PROBLEM which is what my agent keeps telling me but I noticed he has never said that about Justin so between you and me, Justin still IS my problem and I plan to solve that problem this YEAR if you know what I mean, so watch out Jessica Biel is what I mean.

So I decided to go to the Teen Choice Whatevers and really show all these new girls that like seriously they are so not as awesome as I was when I was a Teen Choice. Has Selena Gomarciaparra ever danced with a SNAKE? NO. Has that girl on that dumb show about teen pregnancy ever actually BEEN TEEN PREGNANT? NO. Has the one in the vampire thing ever made out with MADONNA? NO. Although actually I think Madonna kind of might be a vampire now that I think about it.  And yeah maybe I totally rushed over there because I decided to go show them how awesome I still am like ten minutes before the show started and I kind of ended up walking there because it's a long story but I have this problem with my driver's license STILL and so maybe when I showed up my weave looked kind of ratty BECAUSE I WALKED THERE and also I forgot to bring my purse and I had to do the "Oops I Did It Again" dance for security before they believed it was me so I look sort of sweaty but COME ON:

1) I have hair
2) I'm not in rehab
3) My dress was bought at FULL PRICE at Charlotte Russe
AND 4)  I am WAY MORE AWESOME than these other people and I think I just PROVED IT. IT'S STILL BRITNEY, BITCHES!

TTYL because I totally still have to tell you this crazy thing that happened the other night when I had a fight with one of the Pussycat people about who was better at putting her leg over her head. WE HAVE SO MUCH TO CATCH UP ON, Y'ALL

LOVE,
BRITNEY


Rory Gilmore. You are KILLING ME with this.

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What drunken brigade of mice helped sew this? Because I think they glued an apron to a table runner and then crawled down the neck of a Pabst Blue Ribbon to celebrate. It actually might be an HOMAGE to Pabst Blue Ribbon, in the sense that you look like a giant first-prize rosette in some sort of pageant honoring wearable tea cozies. The only part of this dress that fits you is the neck hole. ABORT.

So, when we got some emails from readers last night who were all, "MILEY CYRUS IS A POLE DANCER!!!" I really just thought they meant she was DRESSED like a pole dancer. You know, that it was a metaphor. But apparently, no. Girlfriend ACTUALLY DANCED WITH A POLE. At the Teen Choice Awards. Cyrus family, you continue to make the most interesting choices. (The teen girl in the background of that photo is making an incredibly apt facial expression. Seriously. Our expressions were like mirrors of one another at that moment.)

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The fact that Miley here actually DID dance with a pole kind of takes the wind out of the sails of any crack I might make about her being dressed as a stripper, though. It'd be like saying that Katherine Heigl was dressed like someone who was likely to say something ill-advised from a PR standpoint later in the evening, or that Diane Kruger was accessorized with a hot dude. As we used to say when I was a teen myself, "no duh." So maybe Ms Cyrus is just playing defense, of a sort -- anticipating what I am about to say about her outfit and then DOING IT so as to step on my joke. If that's the case, I admit, I do look forward to seeing how one dresses as Cog More Easily Replaced in Disney Machine Than Anticipated, or Billionaire Girl Unemployed Thanks to the Rise of Selena Gomez/Demi Lovato/A Player To Named Later (Presumably Named Something Like Selemi Govato Just So We're Even More Confused) And Her Own Confounding Behavior As Re: Her Fan Base, And, More Importantly, Their Parents, The People Who Buy The Backpacks With Her Face on Them.
August 10, 2009

Fug.I. Joe

Even though Sienna has gone on a full-on charm assault during her press tours, I'm not completely on Team Miller. The whole Balthazar Getty thing -- all that willful frolicking, knowing they were being photographed -- was a little too gross for me. But I have to give credit where credit is due; shady taste in dudes and some tacky half-naked episodes on the prow of a boat don't change the fact that I find myself rather charmed by this:

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Would I prefer it wasn't quite such a dingy beige? Maybe. Then again, maybe not: It's not washing her out, thanks to that fancy-pants blood-red lipstick. All told Sienna emits an aura of being a darling bridesmaid from a Jane Austen wedding, presumably one in which there is a haughty groomsman who is infatuated with her sassy intellect and refusal to be impressed with his money, yet aggrieved by her lower social station and off-put by her grasping mother... and then suddenly their mutual lusty loathing turns to curiosity. WITH SEXY RESULTS. Okay, that last bit might be more in the vein of a Pride and Prejudice copycat bodice-ripper by, like, Jane Boston. But you get the gist. I dig it.
So, last week, I spaced out. See, sometimes, our image provider bumps old images up onto the main page, randomly, and I often think to myself, "Some poor schmo is going to see those and think they're NEW," and then... I was that schmo. I accidentally fugged a photo of Fergie that was from 2007. I KNOW. It certainly explains why she had her old hair. I have no real excuse, except that things are a tad crazy around the ol' homestead and I'm not getting very much sleep any more, and also, last week sucked. But still. As Homer Simpson would say, "I am so smart. I am so smart. S-M-R-T."

Ahem. Anyway, given that, you can see why maybe I saw this photograph and feared I was about to do it again. It FEELS a lot like 2007 up in here:

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I actually think 2007 just went through its closet and left a bunch of stuff out on the curb for the Salvation Army, and Shailene happened to be driving by and thought a five-fingered discount on a skinny-jeans-and-corset-combo was too good to refuse. Because who DOESN'T want to put on pants that require lubrication just to get them up over your knees, much less your thighs, and then seal the deal with a button-torso closure? That's so much fun it's practically a carnival ride! Of course, it'll take her forever to use the lavatory. I guess the thinking is, if it takes you half an hour to wait in the bathroom line, then you'd best hang out in there a while.

Things didn't improve too much for Shailene at the Teen Choice Awards. Instead of trousers that come up to her armpits, she wore almost the exact opposite:

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KYLIE JENNER: Um, hello? Isn't anyone going to stop this?

KENDALL JENNER: Seriously. SOMEBODY dropped the ball here.

KOURTNEY KARDASHIAN: Security!

KIM KARDASHIAN: What do you mean?

KYLIE: Ew, it's TALKING to us!

KENDALL: I am FURIOUS that they let random fans just WALK UP TO US. Don't they know who we ARE?

KOURTNEY: Well, nobody knows who YOU are, honey.

KYLIE: Oh, please, most people don't know who you are either.

KIM: They know who I am!

KENDALL: The hell? Why would they know who you are, Random Stranger?

KIM: Guys, it's me. Kim.

KOURTNEY: No it's not. I would know my own sister.

KENDALL: You look nothing like Kim, you lying strumpet.

KIM: Dudes, for real, it's ME. I just got a breakup tan and the Audrina Patridge Special on my hair.

KYLIE: I don't believe you.

KOURTNEY: Well, hang on, Kim HAS been yakking on Twitter about changing her hair.

KIM: Right! And now that I'm single, IT'S ON! Where you AT, Tony Romo?

KOURTNEY: I'm not sure how I feel about it.

KIM: Well, I am not sure how I feel about your dress. Is it a magic carpet that you bought in Santa Fe?

KOURTNEY: Oooh, it's a bitch! Then it's DEFINITELY Kim.

KIM: Very funny. 

It should be no surprise to anyone that, at the Teen Choice awards, this teen chose to confound me once more. I know we're kind of hard on K.Stew around these parts, but it's not without reason:

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There is definitely a kicky aspect to her spiny mini-dress, like she is some kind of crime-fighting figure-skater who launches a triple-axle and lets the knives on her skirt shred through her enemies like a tornado of pain.

What I DON'T care for is how it looks like she's wearing it backwards. Seriously, I almost wonder if that's the case -- as if a low-cut back prevented her from wearing a bra, so instead of investigating other support options, she just flipped it around and threw on a $9.99 Old Navy tank to cover her front. If that's true, well, I guess I applaud her consideration of her boobs, but the outfit shows zero consideration for the rest of her. SURELY there is some middle-ground. Or if not, then a very large coat.

Also, I have to address the elephant in the room. I KNOW she's got that hair for the Joan Jett movie. I do. But COME ON:
August 10, 2009

Leighton Fugster

It's rare that my brain is working hard enough on a Monday for it to experience a mind-flood, and yet, here I am, awash with objections:

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1) Whoa.

2) Didn't I see that pattern on an inspirational poster with the word "SUCCESS" or "INTEGRITY" underneath it, paired with a stirring motivational quote that's supposed to make me a more stable person? And if not, can we turn this into a poster that says "FUGDACITY" or "FUGSEVERANCE" that's all about having the intestinal fortitude to keep wearing cracked-out patterns?

3) It's as if someone tore open her clothes in a passionate fury, then thought, "Oh, crap, I shouldn't have done that," and decided the ONLY thing that could fix it would be the creation of a matching sports bra. In about two weeks, I expect to hear that Nike has signed Leighton for a lucrative deal to model a line of athletic dresses-- just the thing for the women (or men, I suppose) who swear they would run every day if shorts didn't ruthlessly chafe their inner thighs. Then Central Park will be crawling with people in jogging dresses, and before you know it, the U.S. Olympic track-and-field athletes will streak around the track in full-support cocktail frocks. It's a revolution, people. It's the "looks like a pump, feels like a sneaker" of workout apparel.

4) Ooh, actually, the OTHER place I saw this: It reminds me of the red sky during the end of Empire Strikes Back, when Luke is hanging underneath the Cloud City with his one hand, using the Force's psychic text-message system to make Leia turn around and come back for him. So maybe this is Leighton's subtle way of suggesting to us that when it comes to getting dressed, she could -- wait for it -- really use a hand. THANK YOU, I'll be here all week. Tip your server.
August 7, 2009

Fug City

I have to say, I am sort of looking forward to this season of The City. If only because I know at least once per Monday night, I will get to turn and ask a houseplant, "WHAT IS WHITNEY WEARING?"

Like when THIS shows up:

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[Photo: PacificCoastNewsOnline.com]

For the love of sweet Italian sausages, tell me that is a joke. Tell me that old Whitney here got stuck overnight in a Chico's -- kind of like in Richard Peck's seminal 80s teen novel, Secrets of the Shopping Mall, but with potentially fewer zombies -- and was forced to fashion an appropriately youthful ensemble out of the sale rack before she was allowed to regain her freedom. Tell me she lost a bet. Tell me this is a terrible, terrible gag being played on her by someone at MTV who had to stoop to the use of hardcore, mind-altering drugs to pull it off. Tell me this season focuses on a surprisingly hard-hitting and grim storyline in which MTV decides Whitney must pay for her own apartment and clothing, and ergo she ends up homeless living in Central Park by episode three, forced to steal outfits from tourists she knocks out with an empty bottle while they're picnicking. TELL ME THIS WASN'T A CONSCIOUS DECISION ON HER PART.
August 7, 2009

G.I. Fug: Rise of Fugbra

So, I just lost the entire post I was writing about Rachel Nichols' dress. And it infuriated me, but it's also probably for the best, as I had gone off on some tangent about her facial expression, and John Black's similar one, and that time he had to rescue Marlena because The Evil Stefano DiMera held her hostage in some random dungeon underneath the streets of Paris, and how he almost got himself guillotined for his trouble. And that really doesn't have much to do with Rachel's actual outfit, except that Stefano once fathered a love child with a woman who then spent 30 years skulking around in a white dress. Maybe that counts.

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[Photo: WENN.com]

Rachel does not look like she wants to spend 30 years skulking around in this dress. It looks kind of tight and uncomfortable, like maybe it doesn't quite have room in it for all her ribs, and we're getting a little, er, specific on the contours of her boobs there -- kind of like when a gymnast finally starts busting out of her leotard.

Oh, and speaking of busting out:

A Song for Rick Springfield: What Could Have Been And What Used to Be (A Composition to the Tune of Jesse's Girl):

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Springfield is a friend.
Yeah, I know he's been
a good friend of mine
But lately something's changed
that ain't hard to define.
Rick's got himself an eyelift*
and it really is a crime.

And I'm watching him with those eyes
And I loved him with his old face,
You just know it
He could have held me
in his arms late,
late at night...

You know, I wish that he had his old face!
I wish that Rick has his old face!
Why did he butcher his hot face like that?

I play along with the charade.
There doesn't seem to be
an option for feedback.
You know, I feel so dirty
He used to be so cute.
I wanna tell him that I love him
Now the point is probably moot.

'Cuz look at him with those eyes!
And he's done something misguided to his body,
I just know it!
He could have held me
in his arms late, late, late at night...

JUST LOOK AT RIIIIIIIIIICK'S FAAAAAAAAACE!
I wish that he still had his old face!
Why did he screw with it like that?
Why did he mess with his face like that?

And he's lookin' in the mirror all the time,
Wondering how this sitch came to be.
Everyone was cool, people were cool with his lines
Ain't that the way aging's supposed to be?

TELL ME!

Why did he get an eyelift like that?
You know, I wish that he had his old face.
I wish that Rick had his old face.
I want his old faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaace.

Why did he get an eyelift like that?
Rick's old faaaaaaaaaaaace.
I wish that Rick had his old faaaaaaaaaaaace.
I wish...
I wish for Rick's old faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaace.

*ALLEGEDLY
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KIRSTEN DUNST: Hey, Demi.

DEMI MOORE: Hey, Kiki.

KIRSTEN: Do we look nice, or what?

DEMI: We do. Of course, I almost always look great.

KIRSTEN: What are you insinuating?

DEMI: Nothing!

KIRSTEN: I KNEW IT. We look totally boring.

DEMI: Speak for yourself! I think we look great. You know, Kirsten, it's okay to look NICE sometimes. You don't have to always be, like, avant-garde.  It is okay, now and then, to just comb your hair and put on a cute dress and look pretty. You don't ALWAYS have to set the world on fire. And when it comes to you, I kind of suspect that people are stoked to see you out and about again, no matter what you're wearing. We've kind of missed you lately.

KIRSTEN: Really?

DEMI: Yes. Remember, you used to go out all the time, in all kinds of crazy get-ups? And then you sort of disappeared?

KIRSTEN: Uh, yeah. I was in rehab.

DEMI: Oh. Right.

KIRSTEN: It's cool.

DEMI: Anyway.

KIRSTEN: Yeah.

DEMI: So I shouldn't break the tension here by suggesting we get a drink?

KIRSTEN: Let's just get back to admiring each other's shoes.

DEMI: We really are glad to see you out and about again.

KIRSTEN: I'll drink to that. AND our cute dresses.

DEMI: Cheers!
August 7, 2009

Fug Pains

Sigh.

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[Photo: PacificCoastNewsOnline.com]

The way this week is going, she'll probably recreate this tonight, only with an actual gun and me grasping my fresh gunshot wound and begging her both for my life and to PUT ON SOME PANTS.

Well, at least Katherine Heigl has that face. Because no matter how enamored, ambivalent, or indecisive I am about her wardrobe, there is no disputing that her genes are enviable. I mean, she wore a bald cap and a scarf for most of Grey's Anatomy's late-season episodes, and managed to be radiant. The woman doesn't even NEED HAIR to look beautiful. That's just not fair to the rest of us.

I'm not sure I can be as nice about this dress, though:

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At first, I rather liked it -- there's something appealingly retro about it, as if she's about to go talking it up on The Barry Gibb Talk Show (indeed, I would love to hear her thoughts on crazy gold medallions) before busting out some "Night Fever" dance moves as Gerard Butler sashays around her in white bellbottoms.

But then, gripped with writer's block, I kept staring at it. And "appealingly retro" turned into "my Aunt Ethel dug this out of her closet and wore this to Christmas Mass because she decided she'd been single long enough." You know how much I love when celebs wear bold shades, so it pains me to say this, but the medium-green sequins ended up reeking a bit more of fromage  -- or Ben Gay -- than I expected. And then I noticed that the huge sleeve seems like it's tucked into the waist ribbon; that the bodice kind of makes her chest look droopy in a way that it most assuredly is not; and that the hem hits her leg in an awkward spot. For me it's hot-adjacent, but somehow not quite all the way there.

[Sidebar: Is it just me, or is her hair reddish now? I usually love redheads in green. Maybe I'm not sure I love Katherine as a redhead. Something to ponder, since fairly recently I thought I liked her better with darker hair. Clearly I do not know my own mind.]

I'd be curious to see this in a different color -- a metallic, perhaps, or maybe a dark red -- hemmed about two inches higher, with her (blonde again, I think) hair flowing loose around her face to offset the Eau d' Aunt Ethel that's shrouding this for me.

What would you do? Have at it in the comments, and remember to keep it on-topic, keep it friendly, and keep your hands out of the disposal.
August 6, 2009

Fug Kisses

Dude. Sister. Here's a suggestion. Maybe you should just stay home and lay low for a little while:

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You're going to get mobbed by the paparazzi right now, and -- may I be frank? I don't really care what your answer to that is, by the way -- you look like hell lately (especially in comparison to how you looked on the cover of Glamour, just a few posts down). Nothing is fitting properly, you seem to be too bummed out to put on any makeup, and your hair has clearly been plunged into the depths of a seriously deep depression. I get it. You're HEARTBROKEN. So STAY HOME and have a Greek marathon while eating a whole box of frozen jalapeno poppers, like a normal person. THIS IS ONE INSTANCE IN WHICH GOING OUT AND GETTING LOADS OF ATTENTION WILL NOT HELP YOU.

Also, is that Spencer Pratt wielding a camera over your left shoulder? Because Spencer becoming a paparazzo would be make for kind of an amazing arc on the next season of The Hills. MTV, you can make the check out to "the Fug Girls." You're welcome.

(PS: It so happens that Heather and I JUST wrote a piece about Post-Breakup Fashion Dos and Don'ts -- using Miss Simpson here as an example of someone who needs the advice. And that was before I even saw this picture. Now I feel like she needs the help more than ever. Anyhoodle, you can read it at the Lemondrop blog, if you like.)

(PPS: As long as I'm pimping other things, you can ALSO follow us on Twitter.)

(PPPS: I don't really have anything else to tell you. This is turning into a written version of the voicemails I leave for people, where I just yammer and yammer.)

(PPPPS: We got an email the other day that informed us that only old people leave voicemails. I don't believe that, because I feel like if you call and hang up on me, then you were just calling to chat anyway and I don't have to call you back, whereas if you really need to talk to me, you'll tell me so.)

(PPPPPS: La la la la.  I should just publish this post now, right? Sorry about all that.)
This week on NY Mag.com, we cast our eagle eye over the press junket wardrobe of one Miss Sienna Miller, piece by piece:

"The overall effect is fetching, and we wouldn't mind a crack at the dress to see if that draping is as flattering on everyone else as it is on Sienna's tiny frame. However, the crabby grandmother who lives in our psyche wants Sienna to flick that hair out of her face."

But WILL SHE? A nation trembles with anticipation. Find out by reading the whole blessed slideshow at NY Mag.com.
August 6, 2009

Superfugs

Joanne Krupa here is a Maxim model, who appeared on that show Superstars that no one watched. You know, the one where you'd be minding your own business watching Grey's or whatever, and they'd run an ad featuring some blonde chick you totally didn't recognize yelling at Terrell Owens over some kind of competitive misunderstanding, and you'd be all like, "am I supposed to know her? This is what's passing for a celebrity these days? Sad. I wonder where I put my ice cream sandwich." It appears she's making the rounds:

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Because going out for sushi dressed as though you're on dinner break from the Cinemax soft-core porn you're filming -- about an innocent maiden who was sold into a harem (WITH SEXY RESULTS, of course) as costumed by Play-Tex (the cheap and cheesy latex and leather shop I just decided I'm going to open on Melrose) -- is totally STAR-MAKING behavior. If you've graduated at the top of your class from Phoebe Price's University of Being (Not Really All That) Famous for Nothing.
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[Photo: PacificCoastNewsOnline.com]

Wow. I guess I always just thought they'd save Little J's teen prostitute storyline for season five.
Wow. This is a very pregnant woman.

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Rock on, Marley Shelton, for being able to walk the red carpet while you are so actively gestating. Seriously, that has got to be hard. Walking to the car when you're that pregnant is hard. Walking to the bathroom is hard. Walking to the couch so you can sit on it for eight hours in a row is hard. Walking at a slow pace so people can snap photos of you trying not to give birth in the middle of a movie premiere -- in heels, I assume, and formal wear -- has got to be a nightmare. So well played, Marley, and an extra congratulatory thump to your water for not breaking. ... Oops, perhaps not a thump. Maybe more of a friendly hand gesture.
August 6, 2009

Fug-Fug (or Fab) Pow

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FERGIE: Hey, look! I changed back my hair! I wonder when I did that.

ARMANI: I have ALSO changed something!!!!

FERGIE: You changed what dress you were giving me, I know that much. Didn't we discuss one that had a waist?

ARMANI: We did!!! But I decided I would rather you looked like a very large bridal handbag!!!

FERGIE: Yeah, well, mission accomplished.

ARMANI: You could keep your groom in there!!!!!!

FERGIE: Also, I think maybe someone was drunk when they hemmed this thing. 

ARMANI: It was probably ME!!!!!

FERGIE: Or am I just wearing it crooked? God, it's like I'm ten years old and am trying to turn one of my mother's fancy skirts into a dress by yanking it up to my armpits.

ARMANI: We do not say the word "armpits" in high-fashion.

FERGIE: Sorry.

ARMANI: It's okay!!!! You still haven't guessed what's new with ME!!

FERGIE: Um. New... enthusiasm?

ARMANI: New bronzer formula!! I switched from 'Rich Mocha Sunset' to 'Toast Surprise'!!!

FERGIE: That's great. Knowing that will REALLY make me feel better if this skirt moves at ALL and the world realizes I'm wearing my laundry-day panties.

ARMANI: I think you look hot!!!

FERGIE: Strangely, so do I. My feelings are so confusing.

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[Photo: Glamour Magazine]
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First of all: this poor girl. PLEASE please tell me that she has potentially FINALLY learned NEVER ever EVER ever to speak to the press about her love life. Every single time she's slated to appear on the cover of a magazine, she breaks up with her current paramour a week before it hits newsstands all full of woozy lovestruck quotes about how Nick/John/John/Tony/Tony has truly made her complete as a woman. And then we all feel so awkward and cringey.

Now, this cover. Regardless of the fact that I think they've Photoshopped some weight off her -- needlessly, because I feel like it might do the People of the World some good to see celebrities on magazine covers looking the way they actually do in real life -- and I'm not actually entirely sure that they haven't just plonked her head on top of someone else's body, I think this cover is actually pretty good. For one thing, I love her outfit -- I really love that jacket with the jeans - and it's just a huge relief to see her smiling rather than whipping out that godforsaken open-mouthed fish face she make so often. And, according to my jeans, I kind of need the three tips for a flat belly.

On the other hand, the eyeliner....Convince me:


I hope it goes without saying that we are super-stoked for the return of Melrose Place.

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Even if it's terrible, it will be entertaining and it's returning Michael Mancini to us. Not to mention the fact that it's forcing Ashlee Simpson to leave the house again. I've missed her. Sort of. No, I haven't. That was a total lie. I never even think about Ashlee Simpson at all, unless one of her embarassingly catchy songs comes on my iPod.  But, regardless, she's BACK! And now we can talk about her outfits again. Like this one. I both like it, and believe she looks like the upstairs maid in a weird PBS remake of Upstairs, Downstairs that somehow involves an S&M den.

 
August 5, 2009

Fugslam!

I can see why it's tempting to wear a floaty white shirt-dress on a hot summer day. In fact, I was so warm the other day, I was feeling sympathy for anyone in the world who has ever attempted to wear a swimming-pool raft as pants (and I'm sure such people are numerous), because the idea of being ready to jump into any body of water whose path I crossed sounded very appealing indeed.

However:

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To me, this is less, "My, what a refreshing shirt-dress," than, "I totally hooked up with Captain Jack Sparrow last night after we split four flagons of rum, and I woke up this morning and found out we cut up  my clothes and turned them into his-and-hers pirate do-rags, and so I had to go through his closet and find something to wear to this talk show, and HOLY CRAP all he owns are ruffly shirts and it seems very impractical to engage in actual mortally dangerous swashbuckling swordplay when you have billowy sleeves flapping around all over the place getting caught on your hilt or scabbard." All double-entendres totally unintentional. Mostly.
August 5, 2009

Sara Paxfug

Here's hoping The Beautiful Life works out on The CW -- in part because I need my teen-drama crack and I'm scared One Tree Hill won't deliver now that Chad Michael Murray has ridden his squint off into the sunset, and also because it means we might be in for a lot more of Sara Paxton. So far, in promotional appearances, she's shown up looking like somebody's grandmother in box seats at the rodeo, and now...

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... she is clearly in costume as Liza Minnelli's personal shopper. And that means she's achieved the rare feat of inspiring me to make TWO Liza references in one day. What's next, Sara? Dressing up as the entire cast of The Golden Girls all at once? Hawking Dentu-Creme? Getting a job as Joy Behar's personal shopper? I am atwitter with anticipation.

Full disclosure: Mostly, I love this.

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Cate Blanchett is just so striking, and this dress is a perfect example of something that is all about context. On some CW starlet it might just look like she's trying to be a more cheerful version of Mary-Kate Olsen; on Emma Watson, I would wonder if she'd stolen the official witch's robe of the Hogwarts sex-ed teacher; on Liza Minnelli I would fear she had fallen into the orchestra pit and banged her head on a tuba, because there are no sequins here; on Michey Rourke, I would probably applaud, because it's a huge upgrade. You get the idea. Cate looks graceful, relaxed, and radiant, not to mention she bested many others -- like her countrywoman Melissa George -- by resisting the urge to wear a searing crimson lipstick to match. Lovely.

But. BUT. The shoes. It falls apart for me with the shoes. They are not only a different red, but they are officially too MUCH red. I feel a bit like I'm in a bad movie, where I'm driving along celebrating the glories of pretty things and then all of a sudden it appears road stops and I have to hit the brakes or else I will plunge into a rocky abyss, and I skid to a halt with one tire spinning off the road and my car wobbling precariously on the edge of the cliff. So, while I collect myself and vomit into the glove compartment at my near-death experience, you make the call.

So help me out here:

August 4, 2009

The Fug States of Tara

I love the expression on Brie Larson's face here:

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She's totally like, "yes. I am wearing suspenders. Please leave me alone.'

Fair enough, kid. Fair enough.

August 4, 2009

The United States of Fug

So, I feel like, from the neck up, the knees down, and the shoulders on, Toni Collette looks FABULOUS!

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Unfortunately, the rest of her appears to be going to my prom. Which was in 199noneofyourbusiness. Okay, FINE. IT WAS IN 1993. And THIS is EXACTLY what we all wore. All she needs is an awesome velvet choker, a four-pack of Boone's Farm Strawberry Hill wine coolers and a Pearl Jam CD and she would totally fit right in.
August 4, 2009

Dana Delanfug

Dana Delany is a foxy lady. And I really, really wish she'd use that foxy-lady-ness for good. Instead, we get this:

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It's all a bit, "It was Miss Scarlet. In the Library. After the bake sale but before the PTA cocktail hour. With the rope."

Because of COURSE you would use the rope: the knife, the revolver, the wrench, the lead pipe, and the candlestick all involve the probability of blood splashback, see? And although Dana's outfit would conceal that admirably, it's murder to get out that kind of stain without having to "disappear" your dry cleaner as well.
August 4, 2009

Fugly-Alice Fughenson

Mary-Alice Stephenson may love the nightlife, and may indeed frequently be possessed of the urge to boogie on the disco roOOOOOOUUUuund, yeah.

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But that's no excuse to show up places WEARING the disco ball.

Everything started out so well for Courtney here.

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Great shoes, flattering little black dress, cool leather coat -- there's nothing remarkable here, for sure (although I wouldn't mind borrowing the Loubs and the jacket), except that it feels like Courtney Love needs a bigger pat on the back than most of us just for completing average, everyday tasks -- like successfully getting dressed in something that isn't made of crazy and doesn't look like she got caught in her skivvies chasing the paperboy down the street after he demanded his two-dollar fee in cash and then deliberately hurled the Los Angeles Times through her garage window.

Then the jacket came off:

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If she had just averaged out the sleeves on this dress, it might've looked better -- instead of one long and one absent, it could've been two of moderate length. Yeah, the dress has more interest the way it is -- but on the other hand, her right arm seems to be mourning the death of the chalk slate and one-room schools, while her left is in some kind of sinew contest with Madonna. I'm not sure those messages needed to be mixed in one outfit.

And then somehow -- inexplicably -- this outfit turned into, or ceded ground to, this one:
I'd say Christina Hendricks looks much improved since the last couple of times we've seen her, but I have a SERIOUS BIRD PHOBIA and I really can't even examine this too long:

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From staring down here at her feet -- WHERE IT'S SAFE -- I would argue that she could maybe use a marginally higher heel, but what do I know? I'm in the fetal position over here. I need the visual equivalent of a mega-dose of Xanax. I know I've got something for that...where is it....?
August 4, 2009

Fugover

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ASHTON KUTCHER: Hey, Sara!

SARA PAXTON: Hey, Ashton. Sorry about your low-flow showerhead crisis.

ASHTON: Huh?

SARA: Oh, nothing.

ASHTON: You look cute tonight.

SARA: Aw, thanks!

ASHTON: Just like my grandma, all baggy and stumpy and cropped. So huggable! I want you to bring me cookies!

SARA: Damn you.
August 3, 2009

DKNFug

Allow me to be frank. I am seriously confused:

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What is Donna Karan wearing, here? It APPEARS to be a white mechanic's jumpsuit, the top of which she has unzipped and folded down, jauntily? Which she then prevented from puddling at her feet by essentially belting it with a fanny pack? Is that even....possible?

August 3, 2009

The Fugbrarian

From afar, Noah Wyle looks as dreamy as ever:

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Nice suit! Call me, John Carter! But let's take a closer look:


August 3, 2009

Infugious Fugterds

This may surprise you, but: I'm not going to type the word "Pacey." Well, except for right there. And, briefly, here: I've decided we need a Diane Kruger piece that does not mention Josh Jackson's real name or Dawson's Creek alter-ego, in part because if he, his mother, his agent, or his lawyer ever reads through our Diane Kruger archive and notes how often we discuss what a hot-ass accessory he is, he might take out a restraining order on us, and THEN how are we supposed to go through his garbage and harvest all his nose-hair trimmings and used Q-Tips? We'll NEVER finish the diorama of our theoretical wedding without them! So, no Pacey. Starting... now.

Fortunately, there are other things to chat about here.

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[Photo: FlynetOnline.com]

Like, say, how it appears Diane is trying to honor her absent boyfriend by combining their wardrobes. Or is performing as the Emcee in a dinner-theater version of Cabaret that didn't have the budget for all that white makeup. Or leaving a wedding at which she served as the best man and then lost her tux jacket in a rowdy, dangerous conga line. Or how I am wondering if she's on her way into one of those Prohibition-era restaurants where the tables flip over and suddenly everyone is playing poker illegally and smoking cigars -- until the police arrive, and of course the tables turn over again and the cops are hoodwinked because they don't think to look underneath them, because said cops are the only people in the world who've never read anything or seen any gangster films. Maybe the reason Diane's pants don't seem to fit that well around her midsection is that she's hiding a weapon, a hip flask, and about thirty-five Aces. OR, how with an adjustment here and there to the fit and maybe a ritual torching of her suspenders, she might even pull this off.

See? Plenty to discuss without mentioning That Name. I feel triumphant.
"Okay, Tyra, this is great. It's magical. You're a rock star, Tyra. You've STILL GOT IT."

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[All photos: PacificCoastNewsOnline.com]

"But remember, you've got to sell the clothes, Tyra. Do you not watch your own show? This says nothing to me. Are they capri pants? Is it a jumpsuit? I don't know. I need more. Also, I can't see your left hand. Janice Dickinson would say you look like an amputee. Can you fix all that? But with WHIMSY? You're still a mannequin in a store window, but you're a mannequin with PIZAZZ. You GET IT. Okay? Now hit me with your best:
August 3, 2009

Fugler Momsen

When I found this image, the photographer's caption said something like, "Taylor Momsen makes a surprise appearance" at whatever Sephora event this is. But it neglected to mention which PART of Taylor threatened to make the most surprising arrival of all.

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On most people, that shirt would be used as a poncho rather than as the ENTIRE outfit. I don't even care that her shoes are veering toward being a very fancy kind of orthopedic brace, because her shirtcho was freaking me out so badly during the 10 minutes in which I thought it was a dress. My unholy research has concluded, however, that I may detect in there somewhere the fringe from a pair of denim cutoffs, which unfortunately are SO cut off that they're basically denim panties, and now my nethers are so upset that they're threatening to go on strike unless I take a vacation.

Also, let me tell you, nothing feels ickier than feeling like it's your job to stare at the XOXO of a teenager to try and figure out what, exactly, you're seeing dangling there. I almost reported myself to the authorities.

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