Random Fug

Right next door to my shop that helps you avoid red-carpet mishaps, I'm going to put its polar opposite: a gauntlet of sorts that spits you out the other end fugged up beyond all reason.

Step 1: Pound three generous shots of tequila -- the kind you get in bars that give 'em to you in actual cocktail tumblers.

Step 2: Sit in an office swivel chair and spin around for five minutes.

Step 3: In twenty seconds or less, grab five items from a closet full of clothes and accessories donated by, say, Kelly Osbourne, Cyndi Lauper, Katy Perry, the local arts-and-crafts store, and Sarah Ferguson.

Step 4: Run through a winding hallway while dodging a barrage of random accessories laced with superglue.

And finally, step 5:

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Leave quickly before you sober up again.

October 14, 2008

Random Fug: Danielle Lloyd

I understand launching a clothing range and wanting to wear something from it to the big debut. Really, I do.

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[Photo: Splash News]

But when that range is lingerie, and you're sitting around at an autograph table in your bra, it just looks like you are losing a game of strip poker. Although I suppose that's an effective way to remind college girls and other gambling types why they need more cute underwear. If you're going all-in at a frat party, you might as well make it win-win.

There's been an accidental bathroom theme on GFY lately, between Claire Danes' soap dispenser and Posh's designer back bathmat, and now this:

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I suspect all the shower curtains in Melania Trump's wing of the penthouse look exactly like this.
We have featured Christina deRosa before, and I couldn't figure out who she was then, much less why she'd be invited to the ALMA Awards now. Apparently she's been in Playboy? I feel like that can't be it. Maybe it was because the event organizers were like, "let's see. We really need someone who will show up looking like Princess Leia if Han Solo broke up with her and her friends dragged her out to meet someone new and forced her to wear the hooker shoes that came with her gold bikini but she previously deemed 'too much.'"

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Bingo!
August 15, 2008

Random Fug

You know, I was just thinking earlier that it seems like no one ever goes out in teeny tiny feathered showgirl outfits anymore. But behold:

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THANK YOU, Annabelle Gutman! I loved you as "Sweet Girl" on CSI, and who could forget your stint as "Waitress" on Desperate Housewives? But my favorite of your roles is obviously the seminal "Actress" on  V.I.P.  I am assuming that, like RDJ's 'stache, this is for a role? You're playing...a bird? On Las Vegas? Or "satisfied waxing client" on the new show Sunset Waxing (which I just invented)? Or "Hungry Client" on my personal favorite show, Sandwiches Are So Delicious? Whichever, I can't wait to treasure it like your other roles!
August 15, 2008

Random Fug: Alice Dellal

Google tells me this sometimes-model is mainly a "punk rock party girl." I would say that's apt:

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[Photo: INFDaily.com]

This is one of those photos that I would put in a 2008 time capsule, so that in 30 years people will go, "Ripped nylons as pants? Are you f'ing KIDDING ME?" And I'll be like, "I KNOW, it didn't make any sense THEN, EITHER, and yet it HAPPENED." Too bad Alice didn't leave it back in 2005, which is where the Olsens buried this trend; it's doubly weird because the top half of her looks like she popped in for a day of home-building do-gooding on, like, Extreme Makeover: Home Edition, and then shacked up with Ty Pennington and crawled off in his coat.

But here is my real question: If a tree falls in the forest, and you're not around to see it because you're too busy finding a pair of shorts that will be completely obscured by your pastel plaid shirt, do they still count as shorts? 
August 1, 2008

Random Fug: Anja Kruse

Many a time on GFY we've commented that a person looks like he or she is the valedictorian of clown college.

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I think we've found the headmistress.
Well, that's it. Goodbye! It's been fun, guys, but I'm moving to Spain.

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Spain is apparently a magical land where, through some nifty transitive property of fashion, your neck brace is your tutu is your cocktail dress; where singers like this woman, famous largely for parody videos, give themselves names like "The Earthquake of Alcorcon"; and where they evidently think Bjork is a quaint little farm girl who could really stand to cut loose. There, clearly, I can finally live as I've always wanted to: as a pole-dancing blue gumdrop. I'm really happy for myself, and I hope you can share in my joy. Adios!
According to our image provider, this girl's name is Eliza Dolittle -- as in, one "o" short of everyone's favorite flower girl. And of course when I try to Google that to find out what the heck her deal is, I get 100 returns that have to do with Pygmalion or My Fair Lady and "The Language of Eliza Doolittle" and whether Keira Knightley is going to play the role in a remake (please, God, no)(although she might be kind of good, actually, I guess) (but for some reason that prospect of an Eliza Doolittle who talks through her teeth at 100 miles per hour is giving me hives).

Ergo, it's hard to figure out who this person is, other than a Scrolldown Fug the likes of which would make Cybill Shepherd proud.

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While they're brilliantly handy for arch support, spontaneous dance-offs, and running away from bears, wearing sneakers on the red carpet just makes you look like a lost cheerleader -- or in this case, a LAZY lost cheerleader who can't even be bothered to cut off the tags.

To put it in terms that Eliza Doolittle would understand:

All I want is a starlet somewhere
Who cares enough to brush her hair
And ditches the Nike Air.
Oh wouldn't it be loverly?

The right cute pump could've saved this dress.
(Though it's still got problems, confess.)
If only she'd fixed that mess.
Oh, wouldn't it be loverly?

Sigh. I need to stop before I fully script my parody-song sequel, "On The Street Where Louboutins Live." Instead, I will share with you a Random Fug that likewise would be sure to give Henry Higgins a coronary:
It's gotta be tough being in the Royal Guard. Aside from all that incessant, you know, guarding of things, you're required to wear really heavy hats, and you have all those tourists sneaking up to you for pictures, trying to make you break face and crack a smile even though you're supposed to stare straight ahead and ignore them. There have got to be times when a guard just wants to snap and scream, "BOO! OH MY GOD, THE QUEEN!" at some overeager 12-year old from Montana who is tugging on his pants, which is one excellent reason (among many) that I am not a member of their ranks.

But I think they're great, and as such, it's nice that all that commitment to keeping a stiff upper lip apparently being rewarded with a little visual stimulation for the off-hours.

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So, congratulations to Vanessa, the first-ever Playboy Busby and Miss November in the upcoming pictorial calender The Changing of the Hard, in which you will learn what she did with the chin strap.

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