A long, long time ago, the house of Ed Hardy flourished. A-List celebrities like Tara Reid, Jessica Simpson‘s dad and some members of the Pussycat Dolls adored the house’s wares and were photographed by many paparazzi in sparkling, tattoo-inspired trucker hats. That time has passed. More
Topic: Bad Taste
A somewhat shocking video recently uploaded to YouTube shows several Buddhist monks wearing flashy aviators and toting Louis Vuitton luggage–not behavior you’d expect from men who have devoted themselves to a religion of asceticism.
They’re also, of course, traveling by private plane. More
The frothing, megalomaniacal version of the Monopoly man from your dystopian nightmares has some strong feelings about the news that Miss World will be forgoing the bikini competition of their Indonesian leg this year, so as not to “offend Muslims in Indonesia” (per the always-reliable and even-handed Gretchen Carlson).
Dude. Fuck off. More
Fashion loves itself some pointless, puerile provocation–and no kind more than it loves co-opting religious figures and iconography in wacky/sexy/edgy situations. More
No, really. Just throw any number out there. I can practically guarantee it will be wrong, or at least no more outlandish than the price that bid #132 has already reached. More
We’ve never been thrilled about the fashion industry’s fondness for taking a provocative image and printing it all over clothes for the sake of, well, more provocation. At best it seems like a pretty puerile exercise in rebellion, at worst it seems painfully ignorant. In the wake of a very recent, very violent national tragedy, though, it’s also ill-timed. More
Ah, Coachella, a time for (particularly) clueless rich people to dress up like their idea of a ’60s bohemian and enjoy the latest major label chart-topping tunes from the comfort of cushy VIP pens.
Normally, we have a hard line about not making fun of off-duty (non red carpet) famous people, but most of these press-hungry jackasses relish Coachella as an opportunity to wear their cool poor person costume: a floppy hat, short shorts, shitloads of fringe, a leather headband, a $2000 handbag and–the best accessory–a big, dumb peace sign. More
There’s kind of a fine line with accusing someone (especially a woman) of dressing for attention. Something about it really rubs us the wrong way–shouldn’t people (especially women) be able to dress for themselves? If a woman is wearing a mini-skirt, can’t it just be because she likes it? The sentiment echoes barbaric ideas about women and gender and sexuality and we all know there’s enough of those in the world already. Why contribute?
On the other side of that line exists people like Brandi Granville. More
O RLY? More
What the fuck, everyone involved? More
Remember when we used to do those Celebrities We Irrationaly Hate features? Jen wrote one on Paz de la Huerta, Jamie wrote one on Lana Del Rey, and there was a bit of feather ruffling over one about Alexa Chung. We stopped doing them because… it’s shitty. It’s probably constructive to avoid writing 2000 word screeds about hating someone you’ve never met.
But. We all want to write one about Taylor Swift, right? More
No wonder the Grammys don’t mind having Chris Brown back at the ceremony–they just think of what happened as “something unfortunate!” More
Someone once Tweeted, ”Yelp.com: explore where local illiterates have recently stopped eating.”
If you are one of the many people who find Yelp to be a source of valuable information (not in the social anthropology sense), however, you may be receptive to this new Lulu app, which is to men as Yelp is to restaurants. All you need is a Facebook profile confirming your femaleness and you can go on Lulu and review exes, crushes, hook-ups, current loves, friends and relatives. Like meat, but with abs. More