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Posts for October 10th 2010

October 10, 2010

Look of the Day: Nicole Richie


October 10, 2010

Vintage Taylor Swift

Too. Stinkin. Cute

 


October 10, 2010

Project Runway Recap: Could Your Client Be More Awful!?

After last week's emotional rollercoaster of an episode (let's hear it for Mondo, who told the world about his HIV-positive status and also won three challenges in a row — a Project Runway first!), any ensuing drama was bound to seem trivial by comparison. But this week's drama was crazy.  Rumors involving Michael C., boob tape, and cheating were tossed around; a briefly reinstated (for the love of God, I'm sick of her face) Ivy threw a temper tantrum, for which she was karmically punished (I'd like to imagine, anyway) with a sewing object to the eye; and Gretchen, the least self-aware person in the history of not self-aware people, had the guts to complain to April of the recently dismissed Valerie that "It was always about what was going on in her head; I need to focus on me sometimes, too!" (April, do me a favor...and win this competition).

But let's start at the beginning. Heidi hits the runway, velvet bag in hand, and says the designers must change models, which means one girl will be eliminated. Whoop-whoop, no one cares. (Remember when Bravo tried to make that spin-off TV show all about the PR models? Hahaha.) What they do care about is the challenge: This week, Heidi is the client (groan), and she's got a new activewear line for New Balance (seriously?)  to push. The designers must create a look that would fit into her line, which will then be produced and sold exclusively on Amazon.com. (Since when do they sell clothes?) The line comprises boring sweatshirts, boring off the shoulder tops, boring yoga pants, and boring hoodies (how boring were the colors? fabrics? Did Seal approve this crap?)  Did I mention the stuff is boring? Really, I'd give anything at this point for a circus challenge, or a dumpster-diving challenge, or a "Here's a warehouse full of roadkill and old textbooks — go!" challenge — anything to elevate the show from the doldrums of reality retail. Or in this week's case, the kind of clothes you'd find wadded up in someone's gym locker.

The one good thing, at least, with any Heidi-as-client challenge, is that she's a total pain in the ass. To the point where you want to hit her. Hard.  And Thursday, I was pretty sure Mondo might. After the designers "go go go" back to Parsons, as Tim says, Heidi pops into the workroom for a midway critique. But it's when Heidi trounces on Mondo's crop top, which he insists is a size six, that things get ugly. Heidi pulls the diminutive top off his dressform and forces it over her head in what is a bit of a Chris Farley in Tommy Boy fat man/little coat moment, and basically tells him it's garbage. Mondo rolls his eyes, which Heidi calls him on, and things deteriorate from there. Tim stands back, watching the sparks fly with that signature knitted brow, while Heidi then tries to squeeze her head through another of Mondo's pieces. "Maybe a little Yorkie can fit through that hole," she quips, to which Mondo retorts, "Maybe I'll dress my dog in it when I get home." Heidi tells him there's no reason to be rude, Mondo says he's not being rude, he's "being hurt," and then goes off to sulk on the couches. Um, brat attack much?

Even unshakable Gretchen feels derailed by "the whole Heidi debacle," and Mondo says he is "blocking her out of my life." (Heidi, not Gretchen — though that would make sense too.) So just when you think Heidi can't piss off the designers any more, she tells them she wants to see two additional looks. They'll get 20 minutes to sketch, $200 more, and "extra help," which, as Michael C. correctly guesses, is "the people who all hate me." And in waltz Valerie, Casanova, A.J., Peach, Michael D., and Ivy, who, inexplicably, is wearing a shirt with her name sewn on it (for fear, perhaps, that the viewing audience at home might have already forgotten who she was?).

That's when the real drama starts. Casanova only gets in one funny comment (regarding Michael C.'s orange and brown look, "It's like a pup-kin pie of Tanksgiving wit a pecan pie on top") before bitter Ivy goes on the warpath. "So Michael, how does it feel being almost to the end of the competition?" she asks in the sewing room — a seemingly innocent enough question which quickly devolves into accusations of cheating. It's not entirely clear what he cheated on, but it had something to do with the dress from the Jackie O. challenge, fabric tape, and things that look like chicken cutlets and hold up boobs. (What, are the designers not allowed to use fabric tape either? Like EVERY OTHER DESIGNER on earth? Ridic.)

They get in an argument, Ivy calls him "low-class" for using the F-word, and Michael C., emboldened no doubt by still being in the game, rightly goes off: "You've been nothing but a bitch to me for no reason; I've done nothing to you....Be bitter all you want, okay, but I got here for a reason." Ivy then pulls a round-robin, telling all of the other contestants that she "took one for the team" by calling out Michael C. Mondo isn't having it (clearly she doesn't remember that they're besties now), and Gretchen, rather surprisingly, thinks Ivy's drama is "counterproductive." Then, in a brilliant editing sequence, Ivy is quoted saying she definitely believes in karma right as the camera cuts to something flying off the sewing machine and hitting her in the eye. That was the greatest moment of television!

The rumor mill stops churning only after St. Tim comes in and lays it to rest: "As far as I'm concerned, there is no malfeasance; this is merely a case of he said, she said. The tangibles are the following: The judges saw nothing on the runway, I saw nothing in the workroom, and our many cameras saw nothing. So this is a case of a non-case. End of story."

Oh, Tim. How I love thee. Boring runway show. Poor Christopher leaves. Boo hoo. Ugh. Until next week...


October 10, 2010

The Real Housewives of DC Recap: White House Crashing, Kat Being Herself

Previously on The Real Housewives of D.C., Michaele and Tareq sit in a limo. Currently on The Real Housewives of D.C., they’re still sitting in it. Ominous music plays. The phone rings:

Michaele: Hello?
Stacie: Michaele?
Michaele: Oh my God, I’m pretending you just happened to call me! I’m so excited!
Stacie: And I’m pretending I don’t know what you’re about to tell me!
Michaele: We’re going to the State Dinner! Do you know what that means? We’re better than you! We’re better than practically everybody! Aren’t you happy for me?
Stacie: But you’re so trashy! And I try so hard! How did you do it? Why you and not me? It’s not fair! It’s not fair!
Michaele: I don’t understand what you are saying, but I like to smile.
Stacie: I’m insinuating that there’s something fishy about this, but I’m inviting you to dinner anyway. It’s a weird compulsion I have.
Michaele gets off the phone and turns her attention to her husband, who seems more out of sorts than usual.
Tareq: How about we make small talk to try to mask the screaming anxiety in my head now? 'Cause we're about to do something epically stupid.
Michaele: Great idea. There’s nothing like idle chitchat to help fill the void. I feel like I’m disassociating from reality already.
Tareq: What’s reality?
Michaele: I love you!

White House southeast gate. Tareq and Michaele:
Tareq: I see a lady with a clipboard
Michaele: There’s a photographer.
Tareq: You know what this means, don’t you?
MIchaele: That soon we will once again come into existence.
Lady with clipboard: I don’t see your names on the list, but I’m intimidated by the cameras and distracted by the tall lady who doesn’t seem to feel the elements … Is she an alien from another planet? Because either you don’t belong here and I lose my job for letting you in, or you do belong here and I lose my job for not letting you in. Either way, thanks! I'm a nihilist now! Go on in!

Luxurious hotel suite. Tareq and Michaele:
Tareq: I can’t believe Joe Biden totally let you feel him up in public!
Michaele: I know! Wasn’t that nice of him?
Tareq: He owes me.
Michaele: I was quite abuzz in the room, by which I mean I was flinging myself at high-ranking strangers, demanding to be photographed with them.
Tareq: Good thing they’re all as fake as you are and were more than happy to oblige. I mean, we’re gross and all, but is there a bigger media whore on this planet than Katie Couric? Just saying. Also, being at the White House was very surreal. We couldn’t sleep for hours after we got back home, because, let’s face it, it’s not very often that your delusions come true thanks to the incompetence of White House security detail. Do I have magical powers?
Michaele: Katie must be feeling so stupid right about now. What do you want to bet she’s taking it out on her underlings?
Tareq: Oh, hey, I just got a message from our friend Rob. I am going to relay its contents to you very calmly, as if this were taking me by surprise. The gossip columnist from the Post is saying we crashed the party.
Michaele: I, too, will remain very, very calm. What can you expect? It’s a gossip columnist. What credibility does a gossip columnist have when impugning a Real Housewife?
Tareq: Exactly. I mean that’s crazy. It’s beyond crazy. It’s an insult to the poor idiot who let us through the gate in the first place.

Stacie and Jason’s house. Next morning:
Stacie: OH MY GOD!
Jason: What? What is it? What catty gossip do you have for me now, wife? By the way, I hope you appreciate how much I act like a teenage girl around you.
Stacie: And yet still you’re not girlfriend-y enough. I’m calling Cat right now.
Cat: Meow?
Stacie: Oh. My. God.
Cat: Meow!
Stacie: I. Know. Can. You.
Jason: BELIEVE.
Cat: I’m going to pretend to be outraged at the sheer shamelessness of this after having kissed Prince Harry, bragged about it to the British tabloids, and joined the cast of a reality show. Man, it’s easy to look good on this show.
Stacie: Yes, my  mean-girl husband and I are going to pretend to be outraged, too — not just at the gate crashing, but at your salty and uncomfortably honest assessment of their character. Honesty makes us nervous, okay? We’re from D.C. I’m going to call Lynda and Mary now, for the ritual yelling.

A next-day news montage of the Salahi security breach. Opprobrium from all corners, righteous indignation rules the day.

Stacie’s house. Housewife summit, with Mary, Lynda, and Stacie:
Stacie: I feel so betrayed. I thought Michaele and Tareq were trustworthy, honest people. Oh no, wait. No, I didn’t. I keep forgetting. I was faking that.
Lynda: I’m just happy that all their dirty little secrets are going to be nationally broadcast. I’m a vampire that feeds on drama. It keeps my skin waxy.
Mary: Has anyone noticed how completely irrelevant I am? I mean to the show and to life in general? Also, those Salahis better get out of town! They're nobody in D.C. now! I should know!
Stacie: Yeah, they should move to California or some other reprehensible place where people are dishonest, shallow, back-stabbing, tacky, catty, self-obsessed, spiritually and morally bankrupt, and completely un-self-aware.
Lynda: Hey, let’s crank-call Michaele and pretend to be her friend!
Stacie: Gimme that phone. [She dials.] Heeey, Michaaaaele, it’s Staaacieee … Just checkin’ in to see if you want to lay bare your desperation and shame so that we may mock you behind your back while pretending to be your friends … Are you still planning on having your holiday party? Just kidding! Call me back!

Mary’s house. Cat comes over for housewife summit follow-up:
Cat: Guess what.
Mary: What.
Cat: Because of the stupid Salahis, I am now uninvited to the White House holiday party. I mean, is it my fault I’m on a tacky reality show with a bunch of psychopaths? How was I supposed to know what kind of people signed up for these things? And why should the president be made to suffer?
Mary: Obama will be so disappointed.
Cat: I know!

Cat’s house. Cat and Charles:
Cat: So, it’s becoming apparent that signing up for this show wasn’t such a great idea after all.
Charles: Oh dear.
Cat: I mean, who knew that putting our life oncamera and hanging around with a bunch of psycho fame whores would cause you problems at work, what with your connection to the White House and all?
Charles: Oh dear.
Cat: And that you having problems at work, at your highly sensitive job requiring gobs and gobs of discretion, would put a strain on our fledgling and already freighted, possibly ill-advised marriage? I mean, who could have foreseen such an outcome?
Charles: Oh dear.
Cat: Whatever. Just get me a drink, would you? While I slave over these potatoes? Who even knew potatoes required all this work?
Charles: Huh. I could have sworn you were out shopping all day at Saks. By which I mean you are a lazy, ungrateful, and entitled parasite, whereas I am deserving of a break after slaving all day over a hot camera.
Cat: Why would the Salahis commit such an atrocious act as to get me barred from the White House holiday party? Me!
Charles: They’re people who will do anything for fame.
Cat: Do people like that really exist?
Charles: Unbelievably, yes.
Cat: I am shocked. I honestly have no idea what you are talking about.

More news footage of Salahis being called before the House Homeland Security Committee for hearings. On TV, Tareq and Michaele are seated before the committee, looking defiant and overdressed.

Lynda’s place. Mary, Lynda, Stacie, and Paul gather to watch the show:
In Lynda’s living room, the ladies kick back with a drink and prepare to watch the proceedings. The Salahis appear onscreen.
All: Burn! Burn!
On TV. Chairman of the Committee: Did you attend the White House State Dinner?
Tareq: Mr. Chairman, on advice of counsel I respectfully assert my right to remain silent and decline to answer the question.
Chairman of the Committee: Did the officer at the first checkpoint verify your names on the security list?
Tareq: Mr. Chairman, on advice of counsel ... Do you get that I'm just going to keep repeating this answer?
Member of the Committee No. 1: Okay, you can do that, but then I’m going to take this moment to strike a righteous pose by declaiming about the security threat posed by your actions. Everything I’ll say will be true, but I’ll come off as a grandstanding opportunist anyway.
Member of the Committee No. 2: You asked the White House social secretary for an invitation and she denied and rebuffed it. What part of denied and rebuffed don’t you understand? Denied? Or rebuffed?
Tareq: On advice of counsel, LA LA LA LA LA!
Member of the Committee No. 3: We as a society should pay less attention to the egomaniacal among us … which I guess means we’ll need to focus on another society.
In Lynda’s living room. Lynda: Egomaniacal!
Mary: Good word!
Lynda: Touché!
On TV. Member of the Committee No. 2: Let’s hear from Mrs. Salahi. She’s the reason we hauled these people in not to answer questions at taxpayer expense.
In Lynda’s living room. All: Stone her! Stone her!
Paul: Okay, these ladies are being total hens
On TV. Michaele: On advice of counsel, I respectfully assert my right to remain silent and decline to answer the question. I can't believe this works. But, hey, if it was good enough for Ronald Reagan ...
Member of the Committee No. 2: All right then, I guess there’s nothing more we can do, having done our jobs to the best of our ability.
In Lynda’s living room. Cat: Look, Tareq’s wearing a tight, ill-fitting suit for his televised hearings! These people are so shallow!
Lynda: Michaele should remove her extensions, take off her makeup, rub dirt on her face, shred her garments, roll in dung, mortify her flesh by flogging herself and donning horsehair, give up sweets, become celibate, retreat into a cave for seven years, and get a job as a waitress who services people. Just temporarily, I mean.
Paul: Please, all you people did was marry well and divorce even better. I’d like to see you get jobs — all due respect to your D.C. modeling agency, of course.

The TV feeding frenzy continues as Lynda hosts phase two of her Salahi hate-fest. The four ladies meet to discuss their future Salahi dealings:
Lynda: Okaya, first order of business, let’s get drunk.
Mary: Finally, I was starting to get the shakes!
Lynda: I couldn’t sleep last night. There was no blood at all at the hearing! I was expecting something a little more medieval.
Stacie: I want explanations! The world owes me, business, fun, and every other Stacie, an explanation.
Cat: They’re celebrity terrorists!
Stacie: Oh, snap! Would you say that to their faces? I’m too two-faced to pull off a confrontation, but we need to do something to boost these ratings.
Cat: Sure, I’ll do it. I love picking fights.
Stacie: Okay. Here’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to invite them over under false pretenses and sic you on them. Sound like a plan?

The Stacie hearings. Cat, Jason, and Stacie:
Jason: So, I what I’d like to do is lull them into feeling comfortable, then go in for the kill.
Stacie: While pretending not to.
Jason: Mind meld!
Cat: I can feel my rage swelling already.
The Salahis arrive and are greeted with hugs and kisses by Stacie and Jason while Cat seethes.
Jason: I’m kissing your asses and I don’t know why. I can't stop myself.
Michaele: I’m still smiling and I don’t know why!
Cat: When does the pouncing begin? One hippopotamus, two hippopotamus … No? Okay, I’m out of here.
Jason: Really? You good? Here’s your hat, what’s your hurry? Drive safe now!
Cat: Not so fast! . Before I go, I just want to say exactly what we’ve all been saying behind your backs all season to your face. Meow!
Exit Cat.
Jason: Wow, can you believe her? So rude! Please excuse her rudeness and come back in and sit down so we can have at you in a more back-handed way. Give me your coat.
Michaele and Tareq: Oh, we don't know ... Oh, okay, here.
Stacie: We don’t want to prosecute you like everyone else, we just want the dirt.
Michaele: We can't talk about that stuff.
Stacie: I’m a gossip hound, but I’ll cloak my prurient interest in your fucked-up lives any way I can. That’s why I pretend to care deeply about issues of White House security when I’m around the other girls, and I pretend to be your friend when I’m around you. That’s Shameless Hypocrite Stacie.
Michaele: Bye!
Jason: No, wait, please, you can tell us! What were you thinking? Why did you do it? Spill the beans already! Think of the show!
Tareq: We’re under strict orders not to talk. We’re confused about what part is real and what part is reality.
Jason: You’re living in the bubble, man! You’ve got the scarlet letter on your chest!
Tareq: Thanks for having us!
Exit Tareq and Michelle, through the back door.
Stacie: My gossip lust is inflamed! I need to satisfy it somehow! Let’s get Cat back in here.
Enter Cat.
Stacie and Jason: We totally confronted them! You missed it! And they refused to answer our direct, straightforward questions!
Cat: Woo-hoo! Pour me a drink, let’s rip them to shreds!
Stacie and Jason: Cat, we’ll leave the predation to you. We’re more of the scavenger types. Give us a good carcass, we’ll clean it in no time!
Cat: Thanks for a wonderful evening!

The End.

Postscript:

Still trying to get back to the high-school years she tragically cut short with pregnancy, Mary moved back to D.C. to try to get hairstylists to pay more attention to her.

Lynda was pissed that she’s now stuck in McLean by herself.

Stacie found her Nigerian father and spoke to him on the phone. He was not on the next flight out to D.C.

Cat and Charles divorced.

The Salahis avoided prosecution somehow, and Michaele got a Barbie.




October 10, 2010

First Look: Michelle Williams as Marilyn Monroe

Here's your first look at Michelle Williams as Marilyn Monroe in My Week with Marilyn. The film chronicles the legendary icon's time abroad in London when she starred in The Prince and the Showgirl with the great Sir Laurence Olivier, and filming is already underway with a star-studded cast of Brits like Emma Watson, Dominic Cooper, and Dame Judi Dench. While this photo will certainly leave some die-hard fans cold, I think her take on the world's most famous blond bombshell is heads and shoulders above Lindsay Lohan's impersonation. But tell me, do you think the mole fits?


October 10, 2010

The Most Outrageous Fashion Show Stunts

 

 

 

 

A man dressed as Waldo was spotted at the Charlotte Ronson show during the spring '09 shows. Unfortunately, there wasn't a single striped stocking hat in her collection

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Gaga's wig designer Charlie Le Mindu might have wanted to make sure his wigs were the focus of his runway show in September 2010, but sending down naked models might have been counterproductive.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Notorious call girl Ashley Dupre crashed the fall '09 Yigal Azrouel show where Kelly Cutrone and her staff at People's Revolution sat her front row. Cutrone was fired following the snafu.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


October 10, 2010

Lara Stone Graces Vogue Paris October 2010, 90th Anniversary Issue

With the idea that Lara Stone has become the latest most successful finding in the fashion industry it is she, of course, who graces the 90th anniversary issue of Vogue Paris October 2010. The supermodel wears a mask on nearly every picture she’s featured on. I would call the edition a masquerade.


October 10, 2010

Taylor Swift Graces Glamour

Country-music star, Taylor Swift graces the cover of Glamour November 2010 issue. She looks beautiful and feminine in a Tadashi Shoji lace dress. And I like the match of her eyes color with the color of the magazine title.


October 10, 2010

The Ballerina Project

I just discovered and quickly fell in love with Ballerina Project – a collection of artwork that grew from the idea of New York City as a magnet for creativity; each photograph is a collaborative work of dance, fashion design and photography played out against the city’s landscape.

 

<-- my favorite <3


October 10, 2010

Jewelry Must-Have

remember THIS silver cross ring i posted about?
well now SEVENTH DOOR has it in gold!
loved it in silver, but it will be fun to mix it things up.

buy it HERE !


October 10, 2010

Love These Shots

emily wake by derek henderson


October 10, 2010

Oh Sienna How I Love Thee

gahhhh. the hair. the lip color. the watch. the coat. the nails. shes great


October 10, 2010

Sigerson Morrison Flats--SALE!

as some of you may have seen on facebook the other night, i was asking if
anyone knew where i could get the jewelled balleriena flats by sigerson morrison...
i finally found them over at mytheresa.com in my size ♥
i know others were trying to hunt them down- so go quick if you've been wanting them.
they have every size right now!
can't wait for them to arrive- i'll be making a post for sure.


October 10, 2010

Did Project Runway's Challenge Winner Andy CHEAT!?

Michael Costello isn’t the only Project Runway contestant being accused of cheating in last week’s activewear competition. Winner Andy South’s designs made it into Heidi Klum’s New Balance line, but one piece has been conspicuously altered.

The hoodie that South designed on the show bears a striking resemblance to one put out by Lululemon. I can’t decide if the similarity was intentional or coincidental, but New Balance changed the final design.

What do you think? Did Andy cheat?


          

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