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From Julia Allison's "lifecasting" of New York's Fashion Week (Come on, Ashley, get with it. I know you're always right out of the frame of all these front row pictures at the shows. Don't deny it. Get those iPhone stalkerazzi photos up!):
I suppose the line between fashion and costume is rather blurry and gray.
"I don't get it. What's so funny? Why are we laughing?"
"I don't know, man. Whenever a hot girl is laughing, I join in. So shut up and just laugh."
"HAHAHAHHAHAHAHA."
Wired has an interesting article about Mario Lavandeira aka Perez Hilton, the celebrity gadfly blogger who operates PerezHilton.com, which he started in 2004 as "a fame-obsessed loner who had just been fired from a reporting job at Star magazine." His site gets millions of hits a day and he's been able to parlay that into a legitimate brand with "four-episode TV special, What Perez Sez (which aired on VH1 to respectable ratings), followed by a nationally syndicated on-air gossip gig with ABC Radio." This is in addition to his upcoming book as well as his own line of Tween clothing. I can't hate on this dude--his core and peripheral material obviously doesn't appeal to me, but I admire his ability to get paid. And man, does he get paid from scribbling childish barely legible observations on paparazzi photos of various celebrities on his website.
Ads on his homepage fetch up to $54,000 a day, and his overhead is minimal—his only employee is his sister Barby, who fields emails and corrects typos. Which means he's pulling down millions a year. The site now averages 198 million pageviews a month, according to the Web ratings service Quantcast.
Don't you sort of hate your life right now?
Read more here.
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Ms. Allison aka total babe blogger extraordinaire (she's the one who was recently on the cover of NY Time Out) posted one of my favorite all time party photographs ever. Throwaway joke warning: It's the breast best. My future bachelor pad will probably have it hanging on the wall framed in a rococo era frame next to my shelf of colognes.
As a semi-veteran of party photography, this snapshot below to me is the apex or pinnacle of what all party pictures should aspire towards because it's so dynamic. There's an entire story that grows from a second of time, which is quite remarkable I think.
The worst party photos in my opinion are the ones that come from the Patrick McMullan school of photography. I really despise that held posed look--it's a party, not a gawd damn studio. I mean, yea I know PM is a legend, but for a man who's been doing this for so long and been to so many great parties, I think it's telling he doesn't have that definitive inimitable image yet. Heck, if the Sartorialist shifts from the streets to the parties, he'll end up running circles around Patrick McMullan. It's not about the pose people, but the moment.
And this one is the most interesting red carpet photo I've ever seen:
Tangent: We all know Justin Timberlake is dating this woman, Jessica Biel. If there was a Harvard Business School for PR then JT would be a required case study for students. Who would have thought that during the heyday of N'Sync that the blond pube haired Justin Timberlake, who wasn't the most masculine of fellas back then, would be able to escape the boy band and pop music black hole and become a completely legit artist and A-list lady slayer? I mean, I don't truly know what's going on behind the scenes, but based on my best guesstimate other dudes in the music and entertainment game respeck him and his talents. And we all know the ladies love him.
But I wonder if dating Jessica Biel has pushed him now into a whole new stratosphere even among the top dogs. Like Diddy now texts JT to see what's good for that night and when Diddy is having a party, to ensure the right and the nicest girls show up he tells them that JT will be there as well. And Usher...Usher used to be JT level or rather JT was moving up to Usher level, but now Ush is tied down legally in the eyes of the law to a baby momma who...I don't know...a word that sounds like "train" with a "y" after it comes to mind. But you know who I think is the secret dark horse playa of this whole bunch? John Mayer. Yup, John Mayer.
Update
Trust me, I'm not seeking these photos out but in my Internet peregrinations I've been very randomly coming across similar images as the ones above:
I've been reading Gawker since its inception back in the day (the days of then scribe, Elizebeth Spiers) and I always enjoyed its no-holds-barred, gloves off gossiping and trash talking. Of course, Gawker blindly smacks around people who I have no connection with or know on any sort of a personal level, so it was bizarre to read them talk shit about someone who I am friends with. Basically, the NY Observer, which I read incidentally, had a profile on him and this story was like a big fat softball tossed in the air to Gawker.
Anyway, there's no such thing as bad publicity (Quick: Who first said this? Answer without running to Google) and so, for you kiddies obsessed with celebrities, fashion, stylists, and the New York social scene, keep your eyes out for Kristian Laliberte--your next uber stylist/publicist.
After years of hard time partying, drinking, drug use, old man fucking (for "love") and Trim Spa-ing, Anna Nicole Smith died today. In other news: lots of stuff on the front page of the NY Times.
Here's Diddy eyeing Jessica Biel's ratatattat's. Based on this photo, I guess it's apropos that Diddy has double D's in his name. Can't blame him though, she does look quite stuntastic.
"When I said this is the year of [insert friend's last name], I meant the year of lower standards."
Here's a recent photo of ice that someone threw hitting Paris Hilton in the face after she finished "singing" at club Pure. It's probably the cleanest thing to hit Paris's face in awhile.
It was only a matter of time. Ashlee "Freakishly looking more and more like her older sister" Simpson cements her status in the B-List celebrity world by accidentally flashing her nip. How is that I've actually never seen this sort of stuff happen and yet celebrities who know cameras are pointing at them have this--nipples and vaginas all popping out--happen to them all the time? Picture after the jump (Warning: Semi-NSFW).
Warning: Do not look directly at Carson "Damn!! He's Still Around??" Daly's eyes. If you do, you'll be turned into stone.
I've never quite understood the appeal of Julia Roberts and on illogical principle, I refuse to watch her hooker movie with Richard Gere. Anyway, check out these recent photos of your favorite actress without make-up or movie magic to subtract 20 years from her life.
Shudder.
Here's an amusing video clip shot by the paparazzo of Vanessa Minnillo sitting outside at a cafe with Nicholas Lachey as she tries numerous times to squeeze out a kiss from her heartbroken lovah.
But Nick knew the papos were across the street and he gives her the denial. While watching the video, I felt that they should have that Sebastian from the Little Mermaid singing "Kiss the Girl." Nick, just kiss de girl!
Is your mind numb yet? No? I have more thoughts on this:
Actually, I don't blame Nick for his wariness with the papos around, because Vanessa strikes me as a bit of a social climber and she might be trying to attach herself to Nick's coattails and step up her own game.
Your 2006 Miss Universe is Miss Puerto Rico (Zuleyka Rivera Mendoza) who promptly fainted during the post-crowning press conference because her "dress was too tight" and the room was "too hot." And because she hadn't eaten in 2 week. The highlight of the show undoutedly was the "national costume" part (I actually didn't watch the airing, but apparently a lot of 18 to 49 year olds did). Here are some that I pulled off the Miss Universe website featuring the hottest "national costume" this side of the "It's a Small World After All" ride at Disneyworld:
(As I was typing this, I realized that the second best blogger ever Kev already covered it...whatevs)
This costume helps the Hermit Nation and China forget Japan's past aggressive foreign policy tendencies.
Despite our lone cowboy ways on the diplomatic and political international stage, I've never been ashamed of being an American. Despite Bush, Cheney, Haliburton, secret prisons, Iraq, and our military industrial complex, I've never been ashamed to say I'm American. Until now. This outfit that blondie is wearing makes me ashamed to be an American.
Is she wearing a cape made out of black construction paper that I used in elementary school??
Channeling The Tempest?
This is why I want to go to Australia. Girl is dressed no different than the hot models I see walking around Soho.[EDIT: Just noticed the boomerang! Hot ya'll!]
This is why Americans make fun of Canada. What culture is she suppose to be reflecting? Trashy Vegas variety shows??
The song playing while she walked out: The Wind Beneath My Wings.
Apparently TGIFs is a country. I want my baby back baby back baby back ribs.
I learned from this girl that if I ever go to Croatia, bring an umbrella.
If I was a Peruvian, I'd demand that she cover up her sash because this is downright embarrassing.
Afterwards, Russian President V. Putin lifted up her skirt and kissed her uh "stomach."
I suspect the closest Jennifer Love Hewitt has come to Dartmouth is a used cock in her mouth.
Winning American Idol really does make you famous--so famous that I'm sitting here, using up my precious brain cells and not-so-precious time to write about someone writing about seeing American Idol winner Taylor Hicks at Yankee Stadium:
As we settled in our seats and got over the fact that we paid $8.00 for a beer (for the mathematically inclined, that’s approximately a 1,039% mark-up over the national average price of a single beer in a six-pack) we noticed that there was a commotion going on to our left. We look over to see what’s going on and it seems there is a crowd gathering around a very old man sitting five seats away. Finally the crowd disperses and it’s none other than Taylor Hicks! And he’s there with Seth Green! (Ed. Note: It was not Seth Green, it was in fact Elliott Yamin, the third place finisher in “American Idol.” He was, however, the first place finisher in the “Eating Dippin’ Dots Out Of A Mini Helmet Bowl” race.)For anyone out there who is wondering what Taylor Hicks looks like close up, here is the best description I can give: old. I’m not kidding when I say that this man is lying about his age.
The man looked like he was 40-years-old after the magic of make-up, stylist, and soft-focus TV cameras. In real life he probably looks like this:
The hippest kids on the West Coast and fellow wordpresser, Kev and Moye platonically share a blog. And on their blog, they are currently engaged in a raging flame war betweem themselves over whether hapa model Jessica Michibata is attractive, whose appellation Kevin has designated as simply "Hot Girl."
Jessica has a blog herself where she primarily posts candid photos of herself partying, hanging out and (this one's for Nick and Kaizar) occasionally hitting the stripper pole. Kevin added her to his blogroll under the title "Hot Girl." I added her to my blogroll, because she seems like an interesting person to talk to about Al Gore's new documentary "An Inconvenient Truth."
Moye is decidedly anti-Jessica. To Moye, "hot girl" is simply a hot mess. On the other hand, Kevin is obsessively pro-Jessica. Moye is convinced Kevin is blind. Kevin is convinced Moye is blind. I say, can we leave the optically-challenged and visually-impaired out of this debate?
What do I think? I think we're all beautiful, each and every one of us.
Check out this video of Matthew McConaughey (with Lance Armstrong and the gays number one recruit, Jake Gyllenhaal) asking the hoard of paparazzi for some money so they could buy lunch after a bicycling session. Scroll to the second video link on the page--although there's some other good stuff on there as well. I think if I could go kick it with one celeb, it'd probably be with MCon. He always seem so relaxed and chill. I don't think he was "acting" too hard in Dazed and Confused because I suspect he's sort of like that in real life. The best thing about being MCon I guess is that he gets older, and the girls stay the same age. Git-R-Done!
File this story under "Because Celebrities' Lives Are That Much More Interesting Than Ours."
My friend Kristy and I took a class on Terrorism at Columbia University taught by groovy professor Stuart Gottlieb (I knew more than a few girls in that class that had a crush on him). Well, I was in his class in the spring semester of 2005. Today, I got an instant message from Kristy with a link that sent me to this photo with the following caption:
Attending Professor Stuart Gottlieb's 'Terrorism and Counterterrorism' class at Columbia University in promotion for 'V for Vendetta', NYC (March 6th 2006)
There is Natalie Portman standing in front of my professor! In some way, that is the story of my life right there. If I just took that class a year later, I would have been sitting 10 feet away from Natalie (albeit, spouting inanities). Yea, I'm usually the dork that sits in the front row with my laptop out to take notes with.
Screw the pedagogy and world class faculty of ivory towers! I attended Columbia and Brown to see celebrities! I was robbed! Instead, all I got was a very drunk and red faced mayor, Buddy Cianci, speak in my urban studies course about the 'revitalization of the water front.'
So the new season of Project Runway kicked off with a nifty "hat' trick yesterday. By nifty, I meant to say quite terrible. Using materials and items from their apartments, the designers had to construct a dress. One of the designers placed what quite literally resembled a lampshade onto of his model's head. The hat paired with the big lamp hat made the model look...unwell. She might as well have been wearing a bicycle helmet and looking for her baseball. Nonetheless, the model still looked hotter than you and me. That's why she's a model and you aren't. I didn't want to be sucked into yet another reality show (I'm already committed to "So You Think You Can Dance"), but this damn show had me at hello.
Anyhoo, the gossipmongers at New York Daily News have a bit of a spoiler for this season's Project Runway. If you're curious, click on "more" below.
The Daily News writes:
Hungarian model Jia Santos (whose real name is Eliza Jakubek), 18, became one of the three finalists. But near the end of taping, she was struck by a bus while riding her bike to the show's location in the city.
"She was dragged underneath the bus," her agent, Avenue Models' Javier Hernandez, told us yesterday. "She fractured her skull and her eye socket and was in critical condition for three days. Now she has been in intensive care for a month."
Her first words upon waking up, Hernandez tells us, were: "Am I still on 'Project Runway'?"
It's good to see that this model has her priorities in the right place, but I'm wondering who chose her "model" name "Jia Santos." Her real name seems model appropriate. I wonder how frequent this practice of changing names is in the modeling industry.
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