i hope that you believe me when i tell you that i am utterly delighted that v magazine is unveiling its size issue next week. i love the big ladies and their big lady parts. especially the folds, huge fan of the folds. and don’t think i’m fibbing just because i’m married to a 5-foot, 90-lb love gerbil, we always want what we don’t have, don’t we?…
i don’t know why photographers and models always have to take euphemistic verbal detours when putting out product that should unambiguously be simply titled, heidi’s tits… who’s with me?! these tasty pictures are from rankin’s new book heidilicious and could just as easily have been a compendium of the klums’ favorite children’s recipes. which it’s not. thankfully.
ever the celebrity rebel, using nudity as a weapon, everyone’s favorite second wife is naked in purple mag and, apparently, loving it. very nice touch of keeping the mormon haircut while exhibiting characteristically non-mormon behavior…
although not mutually exclusive, it’s always hard to put together the fact that a man who can be such a tool can also have such good taste. this short film, we were once a fairytale, directed by spike jonze and featuring everyone’s favorite interruptor of youth has finally hit the ones and zeros and tells us of a drunk night at a nightclub with the entitled aforementioned. the story doesn’t go where you’d expect it and the result is just wonderful. this reminds me that in most of the rest of the world, there is a real market, and thirst, for short films, and i would love to see more filmmakers give the format a chance, for its own sake, not to “build a reel.” 10 minutes spent in the company of a well-developped group of characters who do not have time to meander sounds more fulfilling that an hour and 45 minutes spent in the company of these people…
i guess i couldn’t exactly go the whole day without mentioning kate beckinsale’s latest bestowed honor. frankly, i’m a little surprised and disappointed that this year’s coveted award didn’t go to vikki blows. you know, her name is vikki blows… oh, never mind!
heidi klum continues to make seal’s life an easy one by agreeing to pose as the world’s sexiest pinups in a new series by mark seliger now for sale at guy hepner in hollywood. make sure you click the full size picture to get to the loupe. then use the loupe to study the pixels. i’m using the loupe. loupe. goodnight.
ok ri (we tight like that) we get it, you’re mad and you’re going to make him pay. but does it have to be in public, in the pages of vogue? because, you know, we pay right along with him when you do that…
sure, the naked is impressive but there’s another point i’d like to make here for those of you don’t read the french: “j’ai rêvé de jouer hamlet, mais cela appartient au passé” means i always dreamt of playing hamlet but that’s in the past now... nuff said.
at the risk of sounding lascivious, not that i have much to prove anymore in that area, i want to get into miley cyrus’ bedroom. there, i said, it. my children don’t even know who she is yet but i do. and i find something intriguing about her. not enough to buy her records but certainly enough to care about her interior designs tastes. i should probably go shower now.
one-hit wonder? two-hit lucky? who knows? who cares? the video for lily allen’s fuck you very much makes you forget about such arbitrary classifications. i lived in that video once… not sure now why i left.
brad pitt, see here in his “common man outfit” took one look at the mini capsule hotel, a six-bed dorm by atelier van lieshout and he couldn’t resist putting one on his private beach. i know, right?! right. nevertheless, the idea to design an after-club crash-pad that does not rely on a friend having a horrible night of non-drinking in order for you to survive is pretty awesome. and nicely done.
ok, i have no idea what just happened but i was mesmerized by this low-grade imitation 80s video from kanye west with rihanna in various stages of mugging. i don’t know if it’s the hypnotic vocoder, the side-boob, the strobe or the minor chords but this video got me. i report, you decide.
there’s no questioning that ms. grey is a force to be reckoned with. and gagged. but you may not know that she has a film student’s taste in movies, subtitled, obtuse, non-linear, she seems to love it all. and i want to humiliate her for it.
you recognize the face from h&m ads, chanel, hermes and givenchy but you might not know her the way you should. mariacarla boscono was just shot for paradis magazine in all sorts of dirtiness in an apparent jab at the church. or something… whatever works for her works for me.