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Another season of The Hills, another column in which we pick apart the trailer in an attempt at reality show prognostication:

"AUDRINA AND JUSTIN BOBBY:
What They Want Us to Think: BUT WHERE IS JUSTIN BOBBY?
What's Really Going to Happen: Just because you can't see him doesn't mean he's not there. Justin Bobby is like a cockroach: The Hills could be hit with a nuclear bomb and he would crawl out of the rubble just in time to tell Audrina something that sounds really deep but is actually meaningless, and then convince her to take off her top."


Swing on by NY Mag.com to watch the trailer and join us in making fun of Speidi. You know you'll miss them when they're gone. Eventually. Maybe. If that ever happens.



A twofer from us over at NY Mag.com today. First up, Heather and I look back on Fashion Week. Don't you want to know which show prompted this reaction?

"[It] wasn't just a wickedly disorganized crush of angry women, it was a wickedly disorganized crush of angry women and frightened children, making us feel as though we were getting a small taste of what it must have been like trying to get onto a lifeboat on the Titanic."

You can get the answer to that question -- as well as who looks terrible in person, who looks glorious, and what we've done to avoid the Wrath of Kanye (like the Wrath of Khan, but with more sunglasses), right here.

In Oscar-related news, if you're interested in checking out our live-blog of the red carpet, you can get all up in that drama here.


February 20, 2009

New York Fugshion Week, Day 7

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So, as soon as I finish this post, I am totally photoshopping my face onto Diane Kruger's here. Just so you know. In our write up of Tommy Hilfiger's show yesterday, we kind of weren't kidding when we said we clutched one another and squealed when we noticed Di.Krug had brought along Pacey Witter. We couldn't help it. It was a Pavlovian response. And, seriously, he seems DELIGHTFUL. It's so exciting when an actor you love shows up somewhere and acts as lovely as you would have hoped.

Speaking of expectations, we expected Christian Siriano's show to be CRAZY. And it kind of was. In an awesome way. Let's just say that the models were sporting bangs made out of gold curtain fringe. And that Donna Martin -- how best to put this? -- has graduated to the front row. At last!

So, I have a total girlcrush on Slumdog Millionaire's Freida Pinto. She's SO CUTE. And she seems to be so genuinely happy to be promoting the film and invited to all kinds of awards shows. After years of seeing celebrities who either seem irked or bored at events -- or deeply patronizing when someone wants to TALK to them about their CLOTHES when it's all about THE WORK, like they're unaware that part of the deal of making a big studio movie is that they're going to have to get gussied up and make nice to the press -- it's so freaking refreshing to see someone who appears to be having a legitimately good time. Not to mention the fact that she has been looking super cute lately. Which is what we're talking about on NY Mag.com this week:

"Instead of cracking under pressure and dropping trou at a nightclub -- or orchestrating Kitson shopping sprees before "accidentally" releasing a sex tape -- Pinto is delivering a master class on how to step into the spotlight with grace, an infectious smile, and a closet we'd like to raid almost all the time."

Check out the slideshow for our comments on Freida's various red carpet looks, and tackle the comments yourself if you've got something to add.
Okay, so we're not the hugest America Ferrera fans, per se, but we used to be charmed by Ugly Betty -- you know, back in the day, when it felt fun and fresh and wasn't bogged down by hideous life lessons about how if you dare to get a job and a life of your own, you will RUIN YOUR FAMILY. Still, we're bummed ABC is planning to banish the show to summer-burnoff purgatory (well, that's the rumor, anyway; it's being benched in March and its return date is undecided), because we think it's worth trying to repair.

Bring back the soapy tone.
[...] We understand criticism that the show is occasionally too over-the-top (though for us, that is impossible), but if we were really that interested in watching a heartfelt exploration of assistants mixing up outgoing mail, we'd go hang out at CAA's offices for an hour.

Drop by NYMag.com to read the rest of our column, including which Special Guest Star we think could save the day single-handedly.
This week, Heather and I tackled the very obscure and surprising topic of Inaugural Fashion for NY Mag.com. Not just Michelle Obama, but also J Lo and Jay-Z and J...ill Biden. As well as other luminaries. For instance:

"Granted, Sarah Silverman only attended a night-before bash hosted by the Huffington Post, but we're pretty sure none of the invitations to ANY of this week's festivities read, 'Dress Code: Semi-Hygienic Hobo.'"

We're not kidding. Check it out here -- slideshow style -- and let us know if you plan to get a giant, diamond studded bow-hat yourself. (I do.)


So, yesterday, Heather and I live-blogged the Golden Globes red carpet for NY Mag.com -- just like we said we would in the post directly below this one! See? We would never lie to you. It certainly felt good to have the Globes back again. And to have our reunion include this moment was especially thrilling:

7:41 p.m.: Ryan gets his claws in Beyonce, who looks....just like Beyonce. After about 30 seconds, he sort of shoves her aside to climb down from his perch to CHASE Brangelina down the red carpet. We are not exaggerating. He full-on bolts down the stairs shouting their names, and they COMPLETELY SNUB HIM. Angie pretends he isn't even there, as he stands behind them calling out their names pleadingly. AWKWARD. Also: FABULOUS.

You can re-live the rest of it here at NY Mag.com. DON'T SNUB US LIKE WE'RE SEACREST OVER HERE.
Who are we to resist the siren song of the year-end wrap up? They are nigh irresistible, kind of like an open bag of M&Ms. Hence:

"Whatever Solange Wears, Do the Opposite. When your sister has invented a split personality just so she can wear a metallic robot hand, and you still look more cracked out than she does, something is terribly wrong."

I think we can all agree on that one, eh? Poor Solange. Will she ever win? Put on your robot hand and weigh in on that very serious topic, and read about the nine other searing truths we learned this year, over at NY Mag.com.
December 11, 2008

NYFug.com: What Will Anna Do?

As you are no doubt aware, dear reader, recently the blogs have been full of speculative gossip that Anna Wintour is getting ready to put down her bob and leave Vogue. While that would surely be a loss, we understand that a girl has to move on eventually, and she's probably bored of people's endless Devil Wears Prada jokes by now. But whatever will Bobs-A-Million do with herself, once's she's freed from the confines of Conde Nast? We speculate for NY Mag.com:

"If Madonna can write for tots, A-Dubs should be a natural at crafting stories that convey important morals to our next generation of leaders. Imagine the semi-autobiographical truths she could pour into, say, Dubbie the Dragon Goes to Couture Week, Bobby and the Rogue Rice Grain, or the especially moving Why Is Mommy Holding Last Season's Bag?"

That last one is a real tear jerker, let me tell you. If you're feeling strong, you can read the entire column here.
Don't kid yourself. You are TOTALLY going to watch The City, that spin-off of The Hills that Whitney's in. You might not set the TiVo, and you may not watch it regularly, but let's not lie. There WILL be a day when you're (a) home sick, (b) stuck in a hotel room on a business trip, (c) confined on house-arrest, and it will be on TV and you will watch it. You might hate yourself for it, but don't. It happens to the best of us. In fact, just this week, Heather and I watched the preview for it like 500 times, all so that we could make an attempt at predicting what kind of quasi-scripted shenanigans lie ahead for Miss Port:

"Whitney Will Do What She Does Best: And no, we're not talking about whatever her ostensible job is at Diane Von Furstenberg (we'll set odds on The Great One actually making a personal appearance at 100:1). On The Hills, Whitney offered serene head-nodding and vague advice about boys, both of which dominate her moments here. Just once we want to see her punch a wall."

To find out what else we think will happen to old Whitney in the big bad city, read the whole column here. And feel free to comment on who you think the new Spencer is going to be. We'll be happy as long as the new Spencer is not the old Spencer. Because he WOULD be willing to  play the Evil Genius Villain bi-coastally. You know he would.

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