Gwyneth Paltrow

April 9, 2009

FUGOOP

Ever since we wrote about how Gwyneth Paltrow's GOOP went from being an annoyingly pretentious vanity project to an unintentionally hilarious snapshot of her personality, the newsletters have been on such a divine roll. For example, the VERY day our column ran, GOOP featured a video workout to help shape us up for spring -- telling us it's unrealistic to follow one of those 10-day emergency workouts, mere months after instructing us on how to do a seven-day cleanse to lose holiday weight fast -- and then ended with this tantalizing preview for next week: "FPO - awaiting next week copy." Her poor assistant probably got sent home for the day without any hibiscus-salt samples.

This week, it's full of Gwyneth's tips for dressing this spring. Her ideas are truly revolutionary: Trenchcoats! Sandals! Lightweight pants! All of which she models as if she's in the pages of Land's End, leaning up against a boat dock. That is, of course, when she's not busy advocating for these:

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[Photo: GOOP.com]

Yes; JUMPSUITS. Gwyneth feels that these will look fantastic on any body shape (presumably she's not aware that people come in sizes other than "toothpick" and "reedy" and "Madonna"). But the best part is, her face seems TOTALLY unconvinced by her own suggestion. She's walking around in her baggy-legged jumpsuit and jamming her hands in her pockets as if she's really self-conscious -- less "see how confident and stylish I look" than it is, "Oh, crap, this may have been a really bad idea." Also, I have a sneaking suspicion that if I were to wear the jumpsuit on the far right, the crotch would skim my knees. That is only fabulous for spring if smuggling babies in our pants becomes the new fad.
March 13, 2009

Fugneth Paltrow

There is something about this photo that I love.

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[Photos: Splash News]

It's as if Gwyneth has just swept imperiously past the top-hatted doorman and he's staring after her, puzzled and hurt, because all he asked was if she'd had a good day and whether her lunchtime lentils and tree bark were cooked to perfection, and she blew right by so she could get upstairs and write a GOOP post about the lost art of genuflection.

If we were all to bow down to Her Highness of Lifestyle Wisdom, though, we'd come face to face with those curious shoes. And I can't decide if that's a good thing. Let's go in for a closer look that doesn't require us to get our noses dirty on the pavement:

February 13, 2009

The Fugneth Dialogues II: Fugquin and Fugneth

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GWYNETH: Hi, Jack!

JOAQUIN: Who is Jack?

GWYNETH: You're not... oh, sorry, sir, I thought you were Jack Black preparing for a role in some kind of movie about the Amish. My mistake! A thousand apologies.

JOAQUIN: It's okay, Gwyneth. I understand if you didn't recognize me. I'm a rapper now.

GWYNETH: I'm sorry, do we know each other?

JOAQUIN: It's me, Gwyneth. Joaquin Phoenix. From Gladiator. And Walk The Line.

GWYNETH: Ha ha ha, you are such a kidder. You think I'm going to fall for any old name now that I've screwed up once? Nice try, mister.

JOAQUIN: Quills? Signs? Inventing The Abbotts? Ring any bells?

GWYNETH: Well done, trickster, you've memorized Joaquin's IMDb page. Clever prank. Now please disengage from me.

JOAQUIN: Listen, lady, why would I lie? You're wearing plastic Mom shorts and giant grey hooves. Why would I want to impress you?

GWYNETH: .... You're RIGHT! It IS you, Joaquin!

JOAQUIN: No, I've lost interest now, it's too late. Be gone. You will be hearing from my lawyers, to make sure that it's okay that I pour my feelings about this encounter into a new rap song.

GWYNETH: Not if Coldplay beats you to it. GAME ON, furry little man.

JOAQUIN: GAME ON.


February 13, 2009

Fugta and Fugneth

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GWYNETH: Come on, ladies, stand up straight. Be demure. My suit demands it.

COURTENEY: Guess what? I'm 44. And I'm HOT.

RITA: WHERE THE LIDO DECK AT, BITCHES?

GWYNETH: Now now, Rita, let's not be crass. I don't believe in such flashy impropriety.

COURTENEY: Excuse me, Legs McTinyskirts? You spent all summer in skirts that were shorter than my pinky finger. You wore one to the Grammys the other night. Now you put on ONE suit and you're an 80-year old etiquette mistress?

RITA: TWO-FOR-ONE DAIQUIRIS WILL HELP!

COURTENEY: Seriously, Gwyn, that suit is all wrong -- here, take another look at yourself in it:
February 3, 2009

Fug the Cover: Gwyneth Paltrow

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We just got an email about this cover from a reader, who noted that she's totally going to wear this into work tomorrow. Which is funny, because I wore my quasi-doublet and my shortie pantaloons YESTERDAY.  The thing is, I get that this is "THE FASHION ISSUE" and ergo the cover must be devoted, not to fashion or even Fashion, but to FASHION, which leads to....you know, boxer shorts-esque shortie short bloomers and a half-fantastic/half-inspired-by Mickey-Mouse-ears jacket that is one of those things where you're like, "yes, I grasp the fabulousness while also recognizing that it's kind of ridiculous and literally no one, NO ONE could wear this for real ever and therefore it sort of has no point and is like the clothing version of a tree not making sound if it falls in the woods and there's no one to hear it," but my question is, if you're going to be putting someone in your Tree Falling In the Woods outfit, wouldn't you rather have, like, Linda Evangelista? At the very least, she could pose without losing her neck.
November 17, 2008

Fug Lovers

I don't know if any of you have signed up for Gwyneth Paltrow's new lifestyle newsletters on her hideously named Web site, GOOP, but they are hilarious in ways that I do not think she intended them to be. They're all basically about how she is pretty sure she's really interesting and has a lot to teach -- Martha Stewart crossed with Oprah's Favorite Things, multiplied by that random friend you have who won't let you finish your stories before she tries to interrupt and one-up you with her more profound experiences. They come out every week, and tell us all about how to "nourish what is real" by eating non-dairy buckweat pancakes, staying slim (summary: do not eat anything white), clothing ourselves (save money by wearing your $1200 Louboutin shoes with a Topshop dress!), and buying "off the beaten track" kitchen stuff from... Williams-Sonoma.

The one about her wardrobe was the best, because it came with all these catalogue-style photographs of her wearing certain things and trying to do her best commercial poses, but usually it just looks like Gwynnie No. 1 is staring serenely down at Gwynnie No. 2, and pitying her slightly because No. 1 is wearing a YSL belt and tragique No. 2 is not. And yet, I ask you: Would you take wardrobe advice from a person who thought this looked good?

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About the only tips I'd take from a person in this dress would be for quick stain-removal. Now if you'll excuse me, staring at her collarbone is making me want to go make a giant sandwich out of everything white that's in my kitchen.

November 5, 2008

The Fug Lovers

Aw, HELL NO:

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I feel like this is one of those things where we're all supposed to be like, "Oh GWYNNIE. So FABULOUS! So FRESH! I MUST HAVE IT! YES! YES! ALLOW ME TO FALL INTO A PAROXYSM OF JOY RE: YOUR FABULOUS FASHION-FOWARDITY," and instead we're really all like, "dude, nice underwear. Also, are those socks? LAME."
October 21, 2008

The Two Fuggers

So, correct me if I'm wrong, but this is the first step in Gwynnie's attempt to take over Mary-Kate Olsen's identity, right?

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First, the long, Goth-y, furry get-ups. Next, the center-parted blond hair.  And finally, of course, the sort of sourly pursed lips. Expect soon to see her adopt the following, in no particular order: a Starbucks cup perm-attached to her right hand; a giant purse made of some kind of rare, fuzzy animal; a disregard for pants; a renewed affection for items with holes in them; a very similar -- but more cheerful-looking -- personal hanging around with her on occasion; and, finally, a DeLorean so that she can travel to the past, make a series of movies in which she plays twins who get into hilarious scrapes while on vacation with clueless but loving parents, and emerge a bazillionaire. It's not the worst plan I've ever heard. 
June 6, 2008

Well-Played Cover: Gwyneth Paltrow

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Well, well, well. Would you look at that? For the first time in approximately 12,000 years, I don't hate the Harper's Bazaar cover. I still hate the way they lay out the copy (for some reason, that font and layout makes it seem like there's no SUBSTANCE to the magazine at all, like it's a fake rag you'd see in the background of some fluffy rom-com where Reese Witherspoon is the editor-in-chief of a bridal magazine but -- gasp! -- can't find a man herself ), and the sort of weird boob-sling/armpit-draping is....weird, but she looks like herself. She doesn't appear to have a wasting disease or any extra limbs. She is the color she is supposed to be and not orange like a traffic cone. Her head does not appear to be Photoshopped on. Those are probably her own teeth. She's not wearing chain mail, or hot pants, or knee-socks over her ears. There are no cloying quotes floating around her head, like "Life is so simple now! Thanks to my staff of twelve," or "I know now that I can do anything! Because I have all the advantages and money in the world." She just looks relaxed, and pretty. I'd like to buy some of that.
May 20, 2008

Fug or Fab: Gwyneth Paltrow

She's not in Cate Blanchett territory -- at least not for me -- but despite my general boredom and underwhelmed feelings when it comes to Gwyneth Paltrow, I have to admit that she is good at pulling off clothes that are unusual. So I've been staring at this picture throughout an entire One Tree Hill rerun (seasons may change, but Chad Michael Murray's accidentally vacuous Squint Of Deep Thought is forever) trying to decide whether this is a good risk or a bad one. And so far all I've come up with is that I'm not quite sure, and that I hope Sophia Bush really is dating James Lafferty, because he's way dreamier than her skeevy ex.

Pros: I love navy. It's very sleek and streamlined. And the neckline is sort of sweet.

Cons: The seam in the front bisects her weirdly and I keep thinking it's because someone cut open a jumpsuit sewed it into a skirt; it's pulling around her groin; she looks SO barely-there-slim that she's almost a bobblehead, and the bow tie and ribbony bits actually seem to walk the very wobbly line between "sweet" and "twee," and may have passed out in a whiskey-sodden stupor on the wrong side.

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