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Don't front. I know you watched Stylista last night. For one thing, it was on right after ANTM. For another, it was on right after ANTM. We watched it, too. And it was kind of AWESOME, in that way that things that are seriously wretched can still be super-entertaining:

"There are major problems, starting with Slowey herself. She and the producers strain to create a Devil Wears Prada air without a real devil and, possibly, without any real Prada; if they thought an airy vocal affectation would make Slowey look like an imperious but brilliant Wintour-in-training, they were sorely mistaken. For one thing, Anna's accent does not originate somewhere around the outer reaches of Upper Fakeola."

But there's SO MUCH MORE than just the phony accent. What's the deal with her walk? How does Joe Zee feel about scarves? Will we actually fly to New York just to stab one of the more annoying cast members? Read on to find out, and comment!
The Project Runway finale has been kind of a letdown before, but this is the first season we can remember where we felt actual relief that the whole thing was finally over and we could commence getting excited to become slaves to Top Chef.

Jessica: It was really sloppy. And, seriously, so boring. Good for Leanne. I want one of her petal skirts. Otherwise, I don't care at all.

Heather: I wonder when or how that happened. Any show goes through rough spots, but people started defecting from Project Runway since last season. I have bread that's taken longer to go stale.

Jessica: I am kind of at the point where I don't care SO MUCH that I don't even care why I don't care.

Drop by the rest of our column for our thoughts on how Heidi could take a page from Tyra, and other musings on last night's episode.
That title is not a metaphor. Along with about 800 other people, we spent last night in Culver City standing amongst the trash cans waiting to get into LC's fashion show:

"Everyone else outside the Smashbox Studios venue, from what we overheard, spent the entire time swearing they were only attending Lauren's show because they had to cover it for work. "Are you REALLY a fan of her, like, little jersey clothes?" a girl near us asked her friend, with nose-crinkling skepticism."

WAS HE? You'll have to click through to find out. Also includes bonus gossip about The Hills and an extra-special Rock of Love sighting. Spoiler: it was not Bret Michaels.
And so the most lackluster season of Project Runway draws to a close tonight. Bravo could not care less about sending its baby off with a flourish, considering that it's running the finale in the middle of both the presidential debate and the Dodgers vs. Phillies game on the East Coast. Are they even doing a reunion show? Why don't they just air it solely online?

Yet despite their apathy, WE still care (kinda). In fact, we've handicapped the contestants for NY Mag.com today:

"KENLEY COLLINS: 25-1. If Project Runway were a popularity contest, Kenley wouldn't even be in the finals. In fact, when she emerged to introduce her line, we gasped, "Oh shit."

Which is exactly what we'll be saying if she wins. Who's with me? Click through to read the whole piece and weigh in at NY Mag.com.
In which we lament the lack of lurid dish to distract us from our problems:

Hollywood is serving us lukewarm leftovers when what we REALLY need is a nice, palate-cleansing gossip sorbet. [...] People can't spend 24 hours a day tracking the markets' demise or interpreting the latest polls. Without even just a few minutes of fanciful distraction to keep us from eating our feelings, we'll go crazier than Anne Heche on an alien spirit-walk through Fresno.

We do realize there are good REASONS that the news cycle lately has been awash in actual important stuff, but don't we all need a good old-fashioned celebrity scandal to relieve us of the stress of how freaking broke everyone is? Click on through to the full column to commiserate with us.


As I'm sure you can imagine, Heather and I are very upset by the news that Heather Locklear is having some kind of downward spiral. We LOVE Heather Locklear. And Amanda Woodward doesn't have downward spirals, she CAUSES them:

"It takes a unique actress to drive her employees to alcoholism and her fictional boss to hang himself over his desk, yet still have us rooting for her character (despite doing it all in micro-minis, terrible roots, and clunky mules). Even Gay Matt probably thought twice about tapping that."

So what next? Click through and read the rest of the column on NYMag.com. Do it for Amanda Woodward! She would...well, let's be honest. She would not do it for you. She would probably chuckle grimly about your issues and then start plotting how best to steal your boyfriend while you were wrongly imprisoned in a mental institution where she had bribed the doctors to give you a semi-unneccessary lobotomy. But do it anyway!
In addition to Continuing Emmy Coverage here on GFY, we also contributed a piece for NY Mag.com today, all about -- what else? -- the red carpet:

"Fanciest Toga: House's Jennifer Morrison must have thought being gorgeous would allow her to get away with wearing a tremendously shiny sheet. News flash: No one can get away with wearing a sheet, especially not one that needs its own blotting papers."

Read the rest, if you're so inclined, on The Cut.


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"I know, Heidi! I'm happy about Fashion Week being over too! You should see my blisters! They concern me."

So Heather and I are back in the bosom embrace of GFY HQ here on the West Coast, but we'd be remiss if we didn't share with you, dear reader, all the shenanigans of our last day at Fashion Week (which was Friday. We....running a bit behind right this exact minute.):

A) We got to go to the Project Runway finale! (No spoilers in the piece, but the site's overall discussion of the finale does spoil who showed. That being said, if you're caught up on PR, you won't be spoiled, since they used several decoys, we think). Can we just reiterate that we're pretty sure H. Klu is going to smack J. Lo next time they run into each other at the Beatrice? She couldn't even come up with a better excuse for dropping out of judging than a "foot injury"? Try "food poisoning." Man, I hate it when people don't even think their lies through fully.

B) We spotted Real Housewife of New York Ramona Singer at Badgley Mischa. Oh my god, dudes, if I were on that show, they would already have a reel of me telling her to shut up. She talked so loudly throughout the show, we could hear her from several rows away.

C) And finally, we wrap up the week. Includes shots of dudes dressed like Janice Dickinson and...well, really pulling it off.

Thanks for taking the Fashion Week journey with us, everyone! We're now finally officially back to your regularly scheduled fuggings.



How sad am I that security wouldn't let us get anywhere near the front rows at Calvin Klein? For that reason I missed the sassy anecdote that I'm SURE should accompany this photo of Lauren Hutton:

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I hope she's saying, "What the hell is with these jumpsuit cuffs? Am I on death row? I DON'T THINK SO."

-- Also at Thursday's Calvin Klein show: Miss Tyra totally stole all the thunder and a paparazzo yelled at Rachel Zoe. I never thought I'd feel bad for her, but lo and behold, my heart grew three sizes that day.

-- We were very concerned that Anna Wintour's longtime boyfriend's daughter might go into labor in the middle of the Vera Wang show. That would make one hell of a review: "So good, my water broke!" Also, does that make Anna a step-grandmother of sorts? I'm sure the very thought gives her the vapors.

-- At Phi, Emmy Rossum wore dominatrix shoes. Also, in typing up that story, I kept mistyping the word "public" as "pubic," and then I would notice the typo and go in to fix it and type "pubic" AGAIN. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?

-- Cynthia Rowley tried to kill everyone at her show. She may not have REALIZED that's what was going on, but seriously, anyone who wasn't Julia Stiles or Tatum O'Neal put his or her life on the line just trying to get into a seat.

-- Diane Kruger didn't bring Pacey to Tommy Hilfiger. HOW DARE SHE DO THAT TO US?
Let's see....what happened yesterday? We did not end up stuck in an elevator with Anna Wintour. (If this happens, I plan to talk to her about tennis.) We did not talk our ways into a cameo on Gossip Girl (I want to play the crafty blogger who makes out with Chuck as a way to help him make Blair jealous).  We did not trip out of our high heels and land in the laps of any luminaries. However, we did see this:

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"Hee hee! Tell me again how pretty I am, Mr. de la Renta. TELL ME!" If you can only have one celeb at a show, it might as well be Ms Lo.

Also included with purchase:

Emmy Rossum + Leighton Meester = I don't know how to feel.

It turns out that Lauren Conrad is lovely in person and Lo looks like she's about to tell you to f' off.  And, in fact, probably wants to, at least in my case.

Blake Lively was very pretty at Michael Kors, but could she outshine BETTE FREAKING MIDLER? What do you think?

Oh, Amy Lee. Your name rhymes with Anna Sui. And how crazy you be.

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