Archive for June, 2009|Monthly archive page
Tributes to Michael Jackson are everywhere, from Madonna and Britney Spears to Rev. Al Sharpton and JC Chasez.
This perturbing photo shoot tribute from Fred Durst is just … no, no other way to say it … weird.
The first comment underneath his Twitter pic?
You look fucking retarded. Take that shit off.
NY magazine wrote about how a Kate Gosselin tabloid cover beat out Chace Crawford People cover:
Editors at competing celebrity magazines questioned whether the 23-year-old television star was recognizable enough for People’s audience, or if they should have gone with a bigger name … Some looked to 34-year-old Bradley Cooper, star of the hit comedy “The Hangover,” as a better choice. “Here’s a guy who’s in the biggest comedy of the summer, he’s 34, single and is dating Jennifer Aniston,” said one celebrity weekly insider. “That’s someone you want to know more about.”
This, too, seems like a miscalculation. People don’t actually want to know about Bradley Cooper or his supposed schtupping of Jennifer Aniston, they just want pictures of Bradley Cooper. Pictures of him in that all-black ensemble he wore in The Hangover, or shirtless, or shirtless and covered in canola oil and canned sliced peaches, or shirtless and being spanked by Chace Crawford! YES. There you go, we just had an editorial meeting with ourselves in our head, and we think we’ve come up with a great concept for next week’s tabloid covers. It’s a guaranteed best-seller! Race to produce!
What a fun sexy time for all of us!
Some Arrested Development superfans are making a documentary about the amazing and defunct TV show – which should satisfy the herds of people waiting on solid news about that feature film. Their website, which follows their progress is here.
They’ve got interviews with cast members Will Arnett, Portia De Rossi, Jason Bateman, Jeffrey Tambor and even have interviews with Mae Whitman (Her?) and Scott Baio (Bob Loblaw).
Here’s the final trailer:
And Meryl Streep’s too …
She was in Doubt with an actress by the name of Alice Drummond who was also in To Wong Foo Thanks for Everything, Julie Newmar with one Patrick Swayze. Yes!
My gift to you:
Check out NY Mag’s video on the David Letterman rally – “Fire David Letterman” is what they’re chanting – held by crazies who are riled up by that whole Sarah Palin’s daughter kerfuffle.
The best thing one of them says is that David Letterman “rapes children with his mouth.” Wha? Come again?
This just in: Mos Def’s new album, The Ecstatic, is pretty good.
He was pretty enthused about it when I saw him in concert a year ago and he tried out a couple of songs then … at one point exclaiming “I like it … I really do!” at the end of one song.
Auditorium is my jam – my two favourite voices in rap coming together. I love that Slick Rick is a storyteller, which isn’t heard that much in rap anymore, and might explain why his Children’s Story is still kicking around in my miserable memory.
Have a listen:
Pharrell Williams has teamed up with contemporary artist Takashi Murakami on “The Simple Things.” The sculpture’s focal point is Pharrell’s “favourite things”: Pepsi, Johnson & Johnson baby lotion, Doritos, a condom, ketchup, a cupcake and a sneaker, made up of metal and jewels from Jacob the Jeweler himself.
It sold for $2 million dollars in the first twenty minutes.
This is all ridiculous, but even better is the video where Pharrell goes into the creativity behind the sculpture, where he says things like
“It’s a natural high to bite into a fresh cupcake”
“Well bling I do not wear”
– with a straight face to the interviewer who asked whether he wore diamonds or bling
Vodpod videos no longer available.
So I’m late to the Zach Galifianakis party and not ashamed to admit it. But I saw The Hangover – love Ed Helms, loove Bradley Cooper – and I needed to know more.
Here’s the quick guide to Zach Galifianakis:
Vanity Fair – Random and funny interview where he is open to discuss everything but his beard and delivers this out of context answer:
There are 214 women and two guys. No owls.
Can’t Tell Me Nothing video star – Kanye West’s alternate video approved by Mr. West.
Need to know more? Read this MTV article which goes into the madness behind Galifianakis lip-synching Kanye West.
I subscribe to Gwyneth Paltrow’s GOOP newsletter, where she ever so helpfully gives tips on what cute little tapas place to visit while in Barcelona, asks the Kabbalah Center’s co-director about addictions, and pushes dear friends like Italian gentlemen Giancarlo Giametti (longtime friend and partner of fashion legend Valentino Garavani) out of his kitchen to share her three favourite recipes. You know, just like the advice you get from your best friend.
It’s generally a funny read, especially when all the celebrity gossips mock GOOP and Gwyneth, saying she couldn’t locate food in her own kitchen, but it also leads to unexpected gems like this, at the bottom of today’s edition:
(note: need NEXT WEEK copy)
Gwyneth’s ghostwriter is so fired.
I’ve had this in my head all day, and it’s amazing so I’m sharing it.
It’s also not out of left field that it’s in my head, as it was on an episode of the Wire I watched a couple nights ago. I’m mid-way through season two DVD right now, chugging along…and just tossing this out there, my Greek-speaking boyfriend is pained every time “the Greeks” speak.