Bright red lips! This is the poster for The Edge of Love, with Sienna M. and Keira K. Excited to see in general but feeling very motivated in particular to be all about the make-up. Here's a Keira close-up:
We're sure that's been airbrushed to fuck-all but still. Pretty! We'd like to say, we're not investing in this, but we wouldn't mind scouring the drugstore for something suitable. Like: Boots Botanics in Carmella, $8.99
Oh! So much to learn from Audrey Hepburn, and in this case AH in Sabrina. One:
Tightly wrapped head pieces! Even more au currant than the Prada version.
And then: shorts! Button-down shirt! Potentially so very put-together!
There is something about the way Jessica Simpson says "I totally don't know what that means, but I want it," that reminds us of that sneezing, or picking a scab.
We cannot explain this.
However, it also sort of makes us want to buy jean shorts. Confusing.
We endorse nothing about this look but the actual shorts, and even that reflects a certain not-summer selection. Citizens of Humanity Marine shorts, were $176, now $88
Devil Wears Prada on DVD: not exactly the crowning moment of the fall fashion season. Still. We were buying a hot dog today after yoga—and really, we have absolutely no fucking idea why we thought that would be a good idea, it's like, hot dog what?—and that horrible movie Just Like Heaven was on, and it took so long for our hot dog to get ready that we watched just enough of it to be annoyingly curious about how it ends. Sort of. Not really. We have the same sort of mixed feelings about this. We have, indeed, worked at a fashion magazine in New York, and from what we understand, our experience was similar to Anne Hathaway's except (a) nobody read our magazine and (b) we didn't get to experience the post-makeover part of it.
Anyway. The fashion was certainly, in some ways, interesting, and worth taking a look at. We just totally do not get Meryl Streep's hair in this. Honestly. Anna Wintour must have been puking into one of those tiny bags of hers. Also: Love the red lips, but the red in the hair is sort of freaking us out. Also: gloves? Really?
What is the netting on the sleeves? And what is up with that bag? It totally looks like one of those little leather bags you get at those highway stands in Arizona.
This big-lapels-and-collar thing: love it. This was our favorite. Also: bangs! Love bangs. Have committed ourselves to bangs. However: Miranda's red belt. It's just too black-and-white-and-red-accent for us, really.
Not into that shirt (er, to be clear, it's the top half of a Calvin Klein dress) but absolutely love that necklace.
We know this is post-makeover but this outfit we just totally do not get.
This is our other favorite look. Love brown + black, or maybe, in this case, brown + charcoal.
This just looks like Jackie O.-lite to us. And we don't get the leopard.
Honestly we sort of love Patricia Field's outfit here more than any of the others. Except the ones with the giant cuffs. Looove that gray and pink tube top.
"So this man who want to put a rubber fist in my anus, he is a homosexual?"
Honestly. We are immune to the backlash. Borot is awesome. All through the movie, we would lean over to our friend Courtney and go, "Do you think Sacha Baron Cohen really loves Isla Fischer?" and "Sacha Baron Cohen is really smart" and "Sacha Baron Cohen probably has a nice British accent, really" and "Did you know Sacha Baron Cohen did his university thesis on the contribution by Jewish activists to the American civil rights movement?"
Courtney, you will expect, really enjoyed this, and continued to ignore us as we went home and did a little stalker-Google search to see if SBC and IF were still engaged. They are. We also found, however, and this made everything quite all right, a photo of Isla Fischer wearing a very nice purple dress.
Love this, love her boobs. Really, if Sacha Baron Cohen is going to marry someone who is not us, we can live with Isla.
We were even more cheered when we find this very similar dress in the new Lucky, from Vivienne Tam. Not available yet, but if you like it as much as we do, Lucky says to call 212-966-2398. That's a velvet-trim duchesse satin dress, $530. Sorry we can't link to it.
Oh, we don't want to laugh. He looks like he could be a nice guy, right? But: From abc.com:
Prince Lorenzo Borghese, a handsome 34-year-old cosmetics entrepreneur, has been selected to star in the ninth edition of The Bachelor, when ABC's popular romance reality series returns to the network this fall. Once more the series will be set outside the United States in one of the most glamorous, romantic capitals of the world - Rome!Prince Borghese is an American citizen who has resided in Manhattan since 1997. He was born in Milan, lived in Rome and outside Paris, and moved to Connecticut when he was five years old. Proud of his genealogy, his storied paternal ancestors include Pope Paul V (Camillo Borghese) and Cardinal Scipione Borghese, both of whom had an enormous influence on Italian art and beautifying Rome in the 1600s, and who helped finish St. Peter's Basilica. The Borghese family name and crest can be found on the façade of the famous basilica.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.
But you know, we have to say, it is sort of our dream to be on this show, and be all normal and subtly \ wildly desperate through the audition process, and then once we were sequestered in the sorority house or whatever, just go completely, absolutely batshit, and make little necklaces made of tampons and itty bitty voodoo dolls from the other girls' hair. Oh my God. It'd be performance art. We could get school credit for that .We have got to make that happen.
Oh, Hilary and Jackie. We laughed, we cried, we cried more, and we marvelled over the idea of sisters who would share a husband, when we would be hard-pressed to surrender to ours even one of those embroidered Christmas sweaters with sequins standing in for lights on the felt tree. We are just not sharers like that. But we loved the movie, and in honor of Sundance, we give you one of our favorite film-y fashion moments. This is right after Hilary kicked Jackie out for fucking her husband. At least she had that nice jacket to wear.
There is a very similar coat worn by Maria Schneider in The Last Tango in Paris, with terrific knee-high boots, v. ’70s chic, whatever. But even looking at stills of that movie makes us feel dirty — butter, ugh, ugh, ugh, vomit — so we will stay with Hilary and Jackie.
This coat from Forever 21 reminds us very much of Hilary's coat. H&M also always seems to have loads of them. This Forever 21 coat costs $69.50. It will probably last about as long as it takes to read this post (that's why the return period is 15 minutes, approximately three minutes before the seams start to unravel.) But for those 15 minutes: Hilary and Jackie-esque coat bliss!
Sadly, Forever 21 has decided not to link to this particular coat, which is why our glorious cell shot must suffice. $69.50 at your local F21. A peacoat version is only $29.89 and is available online, but it's not as cute. Don't say we didn't warn you.
Today we write to you from the pittiest pit of the earth, also known as Sundance. The films are lovely. The people are less so. Perhaps if they could be gagged and bound and driven back to Los Angeles in their BMWs. Then, it would be paradise. Sadly, no one seems willing to complete this small task. Last night, for example, we were sitting in our rental car in a supermarket parking lot, having just paid $7 for a frozen dinner, talking to a friend on a cell phone, because we live in a state when rational people have made it illegal to drive while doing so. We are the sole island in a sea of empty parking lot spaces—left and right, north and south, there are empty spaces. But then: honk! Honky honk! We are being honked at. There are empty spaces left and right, but this man wants our space. We turn. We look at him. We give him the finger. We've given people the finger before, but usually it is a quick, pissy, irritated thing. This time, we took our time. All we wanted was a bat to start bashing his windshield. Our favorite moment thus far, overheard in the rental car agency: "It's not like New York, where people judge you on how smart you are and if you read the newspaper." Now, there are so many things a person should not be judged on: their natural hair color, their height, their ability to accessorize with hats. But we remain pleased to live in a city where people get all judge-y when you get your news from E!.
Anyhoo: With the starlets, comes their starlet fashions. We have decided to focus on boots, and offer you a brief (er, really brief) boot slideshow, which will grow throughout our stay here. We say here that these first boots are truly, truly spectacular, and worn by a smart, fashionable, and friendly person who, obviously, is not from Los Angeles. She says they are "a no name [sic] brand from Vancouver." We do not know if "no name" is like our favorite mall boutique "NoName" (which, believe it or not, we once thought was pronounced "no-nah-may") or if she was describing the brand's under-the-radar-ness. They're like Cargo Uggs but 1000 times better. If we could find these, we would, but we can't.
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Instead, we offer you the Ugg Uptown, still ubiquitous, and still annoying. Ugg Uptown, $180. For more Sundance boots, check out the slideshow!
It was not, sad to say, the fashion highlight of the movie, the movie that we are apparently still a tiny bit obsessed with. We leave thinking: Well, seriously, if we all tried very hard, could there not be some sort of institute of magic? That we could attend? Our ex-roommate says he often feels the same way, only about the Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters \\ Mutants.
Sigh. Anyway: Hermione's gown. We do not know why she is standing in tadasana. The film's fashion highlight was actually, of course, the Beauxbatons uniforms, all v. Victorian \\ Florence Nightingale-y, and quite nice when they wore the matching gloves - not exemplary, but quite nice. Hermione's gown, however, we did not enjoy as much as we wish we had. In fact, we sort of prefer the $35 Harry Potter Replica Hermione Gown, available at your local Marks & Spencer. Apparently the original version required "12 metres of chiffon and took three months" to make. That is a fucking lot of chiffon. For a little bit of an unfortunate Jessica McClintock c. 1992-prom vibe, no?
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