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September 16, 2009

New York Fugshion Week: Day Six

Six days down! Two days to go! Somehow Fashion "Week" has EIGHT DAYS. MAGIC. I'M TIRED. I MIGHT JUST TYPE AND TYPE AND....no. I am okay. I am not at all a fashion week zombie. Everything is fine.

This happened last night:

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Courtney Love, in case you're wondering, is not someone who watches a fashion show quietly. She...is a flailer. And a talker. And a HANDFUL. Bless. Read about her shenanigans by clicking on this helpful link.

What else happened yesterday? Let's see. I had a Tasti-DEE-LITE, or however it's spelled. One of my blisters developed a blister. Betsey Johnson gave everyone mini-bundt cakes. I mistook Fran Drescher for Lucy Liu (I'm...tired. CAN YOU TELL?) and then....something else happened. Something alarming and fascinating and weird. What was it? Oh, yeah: MICKEY ROURKE SHOWED UP. And I spent that entire show longing for a pre-f'ed'up photo of him to wave plaintively in the air, like a lighter. A lighter celebrating the glory of previous hotness.

September 15, 2009

NYFug.com: VMA Roundup

This went up on NYMag.com on Monday morning, but we completely forgot to alert anyone to it. I blame Drew Barrymore's new dye job, which -- for today, at least -- is apparently my new Spencer when it comes to scapegoating. Although maybe I can blame him for her hair; yes, that makes the universe feel aligned again.

Anyway: 

Neither [outfit] was a hit, but this one at least doesn't evoke a horror film about the produce aisles.

About whom did we write that? Click here to marinate in the full slideshow and you will find the answer.
September 11, 2009

New York Fugshion Week: Day One

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SOLANGE: Dude. I know.

KERI HILSON: Here's the scoop, kids. I am crazy tall and wicked cute in person. Woo hoo! God, that's a relief. For me. I didn't think YOU, dear reader, were that worried. Ah, life is good.

SOLANGE: Yeah.

KERI: Why so glum, S?

SOLANGE: Hilarious.

KERI: What is?

SOLANGE: Acting like you don't know what's wrong. I'M WEARING A JACKET TRIMMED WITH THE REMNANTS OF SOME GRANDIOSE OLD PERSON'S DRAWING-ROOM WINDOW DRESSINGS. YOU KNOW WHAT'S WRONG.

KERI: Well...you know. If you don't have anything nice to say....

SOLANGE: Is that why you haven't mentioned MY HAIR OR LACK THEREOF OH GOD WHY DID I SHAVE MY HEAD?

KERI: Um. It turns out I need leave now.

Poor Solange. I saw her at the BCBG show today and she did NOT look pleased. Cheer up, sugarplum! That coat is a great example of the power of recycling! I mean, it's not great-LOOKING. But it IS a coat. Read all about the shenanigans at BCBG here.

Also experienced this inaugural day of Fashion Week, I saw Gwen pat Gavin's ass. IT WAS AWESOME. By which I mean, I was totally blase about it and could not have cared less, so blase was I.
That's the questions we're asking over at NY Mag.com. To boil it down to Tim Gunn-isms, we're concerned:

"While we're treading water waiting to learn which woman is arbitrarily eliminated, we've being forced to sit through segments where models try on shoes at Nine West, do squats, and clean the kitchen. We understand that if MotR rewinds and drops you in the middle of a Project Runway story arc that you just saw play out, it risks feeling like a retread, but if we wanted to watch women complain at the gym, do housework, and then buy shoes from a mall store, we'd just get out a mirror."

We WANTED to love you, Models of the Runway. We wanted to love you SO BAD. Find out why our love affair is probably doomed over at NY Mag.com.

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'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.
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!



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.
In what is clearly the most sensitive, intellectual, and serious soul-searching piece we've ever written:

"Being Victoria Beckham became a career of its own -- it takes a lot of work to find sunglasses whose lenses are larger than one's fake boobs -- and she made it look fun. On Posh's list of commandments, etched into stone tablets by a press-on nail, we're pretty sure "Thou Shalt Not Be Ordinary" was at the top of the list, perhaps right under "Thou Shalt Not Smile, for Thy Face Might Look Fat.""

But now she's TAKEN OUT HER BREAST IMPLANTS. We don't know how to DEAL WITH THIS. We HATE CHANGE. Why, Posh? WHHHHY? Etc, at NY Mag.com.


Poor Lilo:

"Remember back in 2006 when [Dina Lohan] fought rumors of Lindsay's on-set unprofessionalism on Georgia Rule by swearing she'd win an Oscar for it? Yeah, that didn't happen: Critically reviled, the film asked people to enjoy watching LiLo play a brat who teased a male naïf into exploring her crotch. No, really. So maybe it's no surprise that she signed on to Labor Pains, despite there being nothing endearing or clever in the plot about a struggling girl who fakes a pregnancy to keep her job (evidently a messy ponytail and sensible pants are code for "poor")."

So. That movie was not good.  Read all about it -- and what being in a cable movie means for old Lindsay -- over at NY Mag.com.

Seriously. That girl needs someone to fix her. Mel Gibson? I know he's crazy but it kind of worked for Britney.

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