Jane Russell died today at age 89.
The legendary screen siren and World War II pin-up died peacefully at home. Respiratory illness.
She was also the face of Playtex's Cross Your Heart bras in the 70s.
Fierce.
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The road warriors have returned.
We selected this fine location for a drive-thru adventure.
(Don't hate on Arby's or I will slap your face.)
Then, I remembered...
Ugh. Naturally, it's Meatless Monday. My thoughts had Beef & Cheddar written all over them. Huge sigh. What to do?
I made the g.d. most of it, that's what I did.
Cinnamon roll is the most important meal of the day, thankyouverymuch.
Colorado, in general, is so quaint that I want to smack every mother within its borders.
Everything is cheerful, clean and--dare I say-- selectively vigorous. I don't want to use any terms that might offend anyone, now. Especially the Colorado readers, because you're all so downright polite and non-offensive that I don't quite know what to do with myself here. This could be influenced by the fact that I came here just after returning from NYC, where its citizens are honestly pretty damn polite, as well, but we certainly can't deem them non-offensive. They don't give a hell in NYC. Colorado, yes.
That doesn't mean, however, that Coloradans are pussies. They are... vigorous... about politics. Straight up. And they can start some serious shit when they band together, which they frequently do. My goodness, I'm having a profanity attack! Let me compose myself, please...
This is Manitou Springs. So charming, I nearly exploded.
"I'm going to settle down here with a strapping, secure man and raise hippie children in a posh, Victorian house," I announced to my hosts as we cruised the coziest streets you've ever friggin' seen.
Instead, I shopped for skin care products at Salus Natural Body Care.
This is handmade lime soap. It's curing. Do not touch. Ready in a couple of weeks.
I am most excited to try this new Skin Perfecting Cleanser.
According to the company's site, it's "A perfect cleanser for achieving more perfect skin. Made with Activated Charcoal to absorb oils and natural Alpha-Hydroxy Acids that work to dissolve acne-causing bacteria, our cleanser works hard to maintain your healthy skin balance with face-firming DMAE and skin-soothing Organic Lavender & Chamomile."
We'll seeeeee.
Scandal! Dior designer John Galliano is on suspension following claims of an antisemitic rant.
Here's Daily Mail's coverage:
‘John Galliano called me Jewish whore...with ugly eyebrows': Art historian in row with designer tells police he threatened to kill her boyfriend.
British fashion designer John Galliano allegedly grabbed a respected art historian’s hair and called her an ‘ugly, disgusting whore’ with a ‘dirty Jew face’ and no dress sense during an unprovoked attack in a Paris cafe.
Curator Geraldine Bloch, 35, has told officers investigating the alleged assault that the designer, who is close friends with celebrities including Madonna and Kylie Minogue, insulted every aspect of her looks, from her ‘ugly eyebrows’ to her ‘cheap thigh boots’.
During the incident, which has seen Mr Galliano arrested and suspended from his job as chief designer at Christian Dior, Ms Bloch claimed he even threatened to kill her boyfriend, receptionist Philippe Virgitti, 41.
She has claimed Galliano concluded his tirade with: ‘I am the designer John Galliano!’ while striking the trademark ‘rock star’ pose with which he often ends his couture shows.
Details of the alleged incident emerged in French newspaper Le Figaro which claims to have seen police statements taken from the couple.
It came as Mr Galliano launched legal action against Ms Bloch, who is French, and Mr Virgitti, of Asian background, for defamation, after Dior made the decision to suspend him during the police investigation.
The alleged attack took place on Thursday night in La Perle, in the Marais district. There were ‘dozens’ of witnesses to the violence, which started soon after 9pm after Mr Galliano had reportedly drunk the alcoholic equivalent of two bottles of red wine.
Galliano allegedly told her: ‘You’re so ugly I can’t bear looking at you. You’re wearing cheap boots, cheap thigh boots. You’ve got no hair, your eyebrows are ugly, you’re ugly, you’re nothing but a whore.’
Read the rest of the story here.
Denver day.
Shopping y todo.
Met the fabulous Mark Star for lunch. Amigo por vida and kraziest karaoke host ev-ah! He IS the event. Naturally, I give him several stars. Bonus points for his ruca, Shawna. Cute rock couples always have the best jackets. This is no exception.
Mary Poppins received a new frock today because she's such a bad-ass.
This wins.
Colorado Springs = charming.
Last night, Mary got to model a monkey ensemble. She wasn't pleased.
And the Fab Chandelier Award goes to...
“Fashion is so close in revealing a person's inner feelings and everybody seems to hate to lay claim to vanity so people tend to push it away. It's really too close to the quick of the soul.” – Stella Blum, Victorian fashion designer
Born in Tehran, Iran and raised in Philadelphia, Behnaz Sarafpour attended NYC’s Parsons School of Design. Her career began with Anne Klein, where she worked under Richard Tyler and Narciso Rodriguez. She launched her label with the fall 2001 season, and has wowed the fashion world with her trademark modern elegance ever since.
Needless to say, the show was fantastic. The clothes were clean and basic—definitely not trend-driven—featuring a primarily neutral palette of taupe, powder blue, slate and black. Notable looks included cozy knit capes, flowing gowns with matchstick-patterned lace bodices, leather and knit city dresses and tailored coats with 60s mod lines. Exquisite!
For NYC Fall Fashion Week 2011 basics, click here.
For photos of the Behnaz Serafpour Fall 2011 show, click here.
To read all about my NYC trip and view photos, click here.
To read Fabü coverage of all of the above, click here.
Mary Poppins and I are hitting the road in a few hours.
Destination: Colorado Springs.
We are visiting cherished friends who are in the medical business.
The medical marijuana business, to be precise. It's legal there.
Naturally, we'll provide trip notes.
Can't stop listening to Midnight Juggernauts. These guys receive five stars. [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WCN5uyrF5Yg]
Bonus points for hotness...
Kimora Lee Simmons takes us on a guided tour through her walk-in closet, or, as she calls it, "inside my brain." First, peruse the luscious shoes and luxury handbags galore, then take a peek at her fave designer threads.
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"Go in peace and be fabulous." - KLS
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Technology is totally kicking my ass today.
It's barely 10 a.m., and I've already sought support in the form of forums, online chat and phone calls due to problems with...
I. Am. Frustrated.
Sigh.
Breathing through it.
On a positive note, my Titanium Sapphire Oscillator is running flawlessly this morning.
So I got that goin' for me.
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In a dream last night, I was the lucky recipient of several cat bites.
I consulted some dream interpretation sites this morning. Instead of finding answers, I found some wacky-ass sh*t that wasn't remotely congruous.
From DreamMoods.com:
To dream that a cat is biting you, symbolizes the devouring female. Perhaps you are taking and taking without giving. You may be expressing some fear or frustration especially when something is not going as planned. If you dream that a cat is scratching you, then it suggests that you are feeling threatened.
And here's experienceproject.com's interpretation:
The cat is a symbol for self-deception. Not your enemies. It means you believe something that isn't true that makes you feel better. Think of a cat rubbing up against you to make you feel good. That's the kind of thought you are having. So the cat represents a sexual illusion you have about someone, feeling sorry for yourself or for others, or something to you do or believe in that just isn't true but makes you feel safer.
Whaaaat? Totally lost me after the fourth sentence. And what's the deal with sneaking the sexual illusion part in? Where the hell did that come from?
Here's a succinct offering from Mysteries24.com:
To dream the cat bites or scratches you, means you fight for justice and seek the truth.
Finally, the award for Most Fabulous Cat Bite Dream Interpretation goes to Guest from Blurtit.com:
Cats re coming to dream is not good Because Cat have no good behaviour its have full of Fear, And too much bad smell also from it's Body, If u have any doubt see one Cat's Eyes for frequently 3 mts after that u can catch my point,So cats coming in dreams not good.So avoid those kind of dreams.
WOW! That's a whole bucket of crazy right there. I heart you, Blurtit Guest. You win, dahling. Five-star fabulous, hands down.
Thanks to all the dream interpretation sites for absolutely NOTHING. Yaaaay! Complete waste of time. Never again.
The Smashing Pumpkins!
Billy Corgan announced that The Smashing Pumpkins' new bass player, Nicole Fiorentino, was one of the girls on their 1993 album, Siamese Dream... and he just found out about it!
Corgan recently tweeted:
Just found out the weirdest news: our bass player Nicole (@xocoleyf) just admitted she is one of the girls on the cover of Siamese Dream
She said she didn't want us to know because she thought maybe we wouldn't let her be in the band
How's THAT for a strange coincidence?
Did you know...
Calvin Coolidge had a Vaseline fetish?
Grover Cleveland was a cradle-robber?
Gerald and Betty Ford were fashion models?
John Quincy Adams frequently skinny-dipped in the Potomac?
Ulysses S. Grant got a speeding ticket... on a horse?
JFK had a shoddy Harvard application?
Martin van Buren popularized the phrase "OK"?
All true, according to The Huffington Post. Read more here.
Happy Presidents Day!
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I’m officially imposing a ban on urban hipster fashion. Whose cruel idea of a joke was it to festoon everything from tees to mouse pads with sparkly tigers and garish colors? If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear these togs were designed by a 10-year-old boy deep in the throes of a Ritalin-inspired doodle session. Much obliged, Mr. Audigier. Tawdry trucker hats off to you, good sir.
Before I put this rant to rest, I’d like to extend a gentle reminder to the Affliction and TapouT clothing victims: Just because you wear the stuff doesn’t mean you can fight like Georges St-Pierre; it just means you look like d-bags. … Oops. Did I write that out loud? I sure as Shiseido did. Me and my big keyboard.
To read the rest of the column, click here.
