May 29, 2006 12:00:00
Posted at May 29, 2006 12:00:00
They dated briefly pre-Kiki and have remained friends since. But here"s a couple I could definitely get behind. Unfortunately, there are two glaring obstacles: he"s a maybe gaybe and she, by all accounts, is very much back together with the sizzling but size-challenged Gael Garcia Bernal. Still… it"s nice to see Jakeypoo with a chick who doesn"t have a dick for a change. Full Story
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
Two words about London?
Smutty sophistication. Y’all are some hardcore gossips and I love you for it. Here are some of the delightful things I’ve picked up from my delightful new English sources. Try to keep up:
1. Apparently, Golden Balls waxes everything. EVERYTHING. Indeed, if you took a peek down the Beckham brand, you’d find his Big Willy and the twins are balder than Bruce Willis. Now do you love it or do you love it?
2. They love Nicole Richie and who the hell is Paris Hilton???
3. Worse kept secret in Londontown? According to them, American Idol’s most vicious critic is of 2 heads. Rumour has it, he also shared something “loosey” goosey with the aforementioned Mr. Posh and it certainly isn’t Victoria. These days, however, I hear he prefers the Wentworth Miller type. Shocking, non? Or maybe it isn’t…
So, like, I had every intention of hooking up with Sadie and the Primrose Hill yummy mummies the other day but um… I ran into a couple of my girls at Covent Garden yesterday and before I knew it, Anne Boleyn (who I visited at the Tower) and her sister Mary adorably announced their membership into my shoe collection – just the tip of the shopping iceberg and well… at the end of the day, I love clothes more than I love stalking celebrities.
Truly sorry, but when you see Anne and Mary in their eggshell blue and chocolate brown glory, I think you might get a hint of why my husband went broke yesterday and why I chose to ignore the ladies what lunch. The photo really doesn’t do them justice. Wedge heel, the softest leather, tarty but not trashy. And they don’t make your legs look stubby. In a word – divine. So no, instead of spying, I went shopping. Forgive me?
Here are my new best friends, perched proudly on my Parisian balcony with a wonderful evening view of the Eglise du Dome in the background, almost as if Napoleon himself was giving his blessing. The Emperor and my shoes. Sigh.
Anyway, in today’s European edition: Nicole’s engagement confirmed (??!!) and what you didn’t see at the UNIFEM event, Halle low classy continued, Ellen Pompeo’s desperate cry for help, praise for Nicolette Sheridan, and a very disturbing blind riddle.
May 9, 2006 12:00:00
Posted at May 9, 2006 12:00:00
Oh holy mother of ganja.
What the F&CK is he wearing?
It"s a brand new classification, gossips. Jude Law has singlehandedly defined Rastafarian AngloCheese - and if this doesn"t close the book forever on his highly disputable hotness, I don"t know what will. Is there anyone out there, anyone at all, whose loins still burn for this pansy pants??? Aside from that psycho bitch Sienna Miller?
Oh and by the way - she was with him, taken after dinner at Nobu on Saturday night. Full Story
Monday, May 1, 2006
I know it"s been frustrating getting on to the site, especially during peak hours - morning and lunch. I"m sorry, and I"m asking for more of your patience while I gradually sort it out. So amazing that you"ve helped me grow the traffic … can I beg a little more of your understanding while I invest in improvements to keep up? Thank you, love you, owe you.
So I wasn"t intending to post tonight, especially since the husband came home and I had to finesse my way through the obscene expenditures. But a major fashion event went down in NYC and … well… how could I resist an opportunity to be mean and judgmental?
In this issue - it"s all about the Costume Institute Gala. The best, the worst, the horrid - on an evening like this, you would have expected there to be very few catastrophes. And yet… and yet… Sienna Miller saved the day.
May 1, 2006 12:00:00
Posted at May 1, 2006 12:00:00
You know what Wentworth Miller would say? Gay Wentie would say: BRAVA. BRAVA Jennifer. Brava, beautiful, the woman is glowing. And I hate to admit it but she also looks happy. Very happy. Perhaps what he lacks in human form he more than makes up for in personality. Perhaps the beauty gods compensated for his vile rotting face by giving him the gift of loving her the way she needs to be loved. Full Story
May 1, 2006 12:00:00
Posted at May 1, 2006 12:00:00
I admire the effort. Clearly she wanted to do something different. So half a point for not playing it safe. Major deductions however for going completely off the deep end.
Poor Sienna needs to accept that there is only one true Moss. And since Kate isn"t going anywhere any time soon, her coveted spot on the cutting edge of fashion is not vacant. Full Story
April 25, 2006 12:00:00
Posted at April 25, 2006 12:00:00
I"m moving Becks up to #1 and the newly hot and Africanised Brad Pitt to #2. Clive Owen stays at #3, Wentworth Miller comes in at #4 - even though he"s gay, because a faghag really should celebrate her best friends. And rounding out the list is Marcus Flutie, the hippie dreadlock dreamboat from the Jessica Darling series by Megan McCaffery, who is a tad too lotus flower zen power for my liking but who, aside from that, really is the most perfect boy. Full Story
April 24, 2006 12:00:00
Posted at April 24, 2006 12:00:00
Well, well, well.
Look who took the kids to a movie in Santa Monica. It"s Jude! It"s Sienna! It"s Jude and Sienna TOGETHER.
OK, gossips…here it comes. Because regular readers of this column will know that I reported this a full TWO weeks ago, way back on April 9th. Click here to refresh your memories… Full Story
April 11, 2006 12:00:00
Posted at April 11, 2006 12:00:00
The other day I met a guy who told me Sienna Miller was his current Hollywood ideal. I told him he needed help. Granted - she"s not bad looking when her hair is clean and she"s not foaming at the mouth and sleeping with anyone who"ll take her and - oh yeah - stoned out of her f*ckin" tree. The problem is - she"s never clean and she"s always foaming at the mouth and sleeping with anyone who will take her and - oh yeah - stoned out of her f&ckin" tree. Full Story
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
Yesterday it was an exclusive statement from Lola Skye. Today it was an exclusive meeting. We met for coffee, we clarified tabloid reports about the nature of her relationship with Hayden Christensen and Sienna Miller, we dished a little on movies and music and clothes, and then we took a photo. Now I’m normally not in the habit of slapping my hawk nose and my droopy eyes on my own site, especially without cosmetic enhancement, but in this case, vanity takes a backseat to the traffic whore. And hey – if I don’t pimp myself, who the hell else is going to do it?
In today’s issue: introducing Lola Skye, faghags and gays reign supreme, JLo’s fantastic ass, and the anti-Reese sentiment gains ground.