Check out Kristen Stewart’s latest magazine cover, on the eve of the release of Snow White and the Huntsman, on Elle magazine. I think Kristen looks gorgeous, far better than her appearance on last month’s Elle (UK) magazine.
Which is your favourite? Or are you not a Kristen fan? (Did you catch her on Graham Norton? I know she was slightly awkward but I think she’s adorable!)
Tom Cruise appears in his Rock of Ages persona, nausea-inducing gun tattoo in tow, on the cover of next month’s W magazine. NSFL, by the way, is an acronym that stands for: not suitable for life. (In other words: my eyes, my eyes!)
Oh wow, I take it back! That trailer makes it look like a lot of fun!
Ireland’s very own Cillian Murphy was photographed by Christian Oita for Clash magazine – I love this pop art inspired photograph of Murphy, who somehow manages to look like a psychopath in 99% of all photographs. The headline, however, is somewhat inspired – Murphy looks almost entirely apathetic and definitely entirely devillish.
Last night I went to the (relatively) newly reopened Lighthouse Cinema in Dublin 7 and, as predicted, it was a heartwarming, insightful, moving piece of cinema, documenting the life of the man who is, arguably, the world’s oldest and first street-style photographer. Documentary, I’ll freely admit, isn’t my favourite form – I often resist the idea of going to see a documentary on the basis that its prime purpose isn’t one of entertainment, and, dammit, when I’m paying €9 for a movie, I want to be entertained.
But this was so much more than entertainment – and, as a hack and fashion hound, there was a double interest for me. Watching Cunningham’s attention to detail as he supervised the layout of his pages was nothing short of eye-opening; I hope they’ll forgive me for saying so, but I don’t know anyone who is that precious about their editorial content, inside or outside The Irish Times. (My editors may be sorry I ever saw that film when I emerge a new woman, demanding that they move pictures this and that way …)
Cunningham’s ethics drew another good few breaths – his alleged abhorrence of money and all its trappings is such a rare thing as to be unbelievable. He goes to society events, but refuses to take so much as a glass of water; he left Womens Wear Daily when they used the photographs he had taken to make a mockery of the subjects; he is painstakingly clear about the beauty he sees in his subjects and their clothes.
He also confesses, readily, that he is no photographer – it is not the end product in which he is interested, so much as the documentation of the fashion he sees before him. He cares about the fashion, not the photography as an art form in and of itself, which was infinitely comforting to someone like me who can use her SLR but cares very little about its higher functions.
It’s running for the rest of the week in the Lighthouse and I would highly recommend it – despite its genre, it’s well worth the €9. And you never know, if enough of you go to it, they may be able to repair the locks in the toilets, fix the cracked sink and repair the two faucets that aren’t working.
I am in love with this dress, mostly because it looks like something I would run to, like a moth to an intensely flickering flame, immediately purchase (on my credit card), and never ever look good in, or even wear outside the house. On Lawrence, this Prabal Gurung gown is stunning – and, hi, gold leather! Amazing!
What say ye? Yay or nay? And have you read The Hunger Games? Anyone I know who has reckons it’s the best series since, well, Lord of the Rings. Or Harry Potter. Better, anyway, than The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo, although God knows I really enjoyed that.
This is the subscriber’s issue – but isn’t that Prada corseted bodysuit to die for? I’d almost brave the cold for it. (Almost.) I’m still recovering from my all-night Oscars showdown – check out my hits and misses here.
Leave it to a men’s magazine to do a truly astounding and inspiring interview with Michelle Williams. None of this women’s magazine rubbish – “I meet Michelle Williams for lunch where she wolfs down an impressive BLT before placing her enviably lean body on a bar stool and talking about her make-up”. Instead a detailed, forthright interview about her life, her work and, of course, Heath Ledger.
They were accompanied by a series of photographs of Williams in underwear and with a Monroe wig – say of which what you will – but they don’t detract from the fact that this interview is truly brilliant. Top marks.
Those capital letters are equal parts for Ciara, who hates when I shout, and for Louis vs Rick, my favourite new thing on the internet. (My favourite old thing, obviously, is Cute Overload.)
This amazing sweater is courtesy of Cocorosa, who found them. But it did make me think, what did Disney films teach me? (And, before you ask, this is totally fashion related, because Disney sells wedding dresses and wedding dresses are fashion and wasn’t Jasmine really the most fashionable of them all etc etc)
1. Singing is important. If you can’t sing, you’ll have to make do with cleaning your own house and you’ll be lonely for-evah. Plus, if you’re a really good singer you will eventually defeat Ursula the sea witch by singing at her. Or something. (Am I confused about my Disney films? Say it ain’t so.)
2. Life is unnerving for a servant who’s not serving. The next time your cleaner comes over and you feel tempted to make her a cup of tea – why is it that I insist on working for my cleaner? Seriously, I can’t sit still when she’s there. I’m all cups of tea and biscuits and long chats about life in Moldova – just don’t. She’s happier cleaning. Disney says so.
3. Without a man, you will be doomed to stay in your house and see and do nothing forever. Seriously, forevah-evah. Men can show you the world (shining, shimmering, splendid) and open your eyes! Without them, really, all you’ll do is obey daddy and be pretty. I know that’s all I’m doing until a man comes to rescue me.
4. He might be really, really mean to you – but he’ll come around. And when I say mean, I mean locking daddy up in a dungeon mean. Keeping you in his house as ransom for your ageing father and refusing to feed you unless you consent to eating at the table with him and making small talk. But don’t be scared; he’s a good guy, underneath it all.
5. Love will save the day. Seriously. I can’t find a link to that because, really, it’s in every Disney film you’ve ever seen. Happy Friday!
Correction! That is not Evan Rachel Wood in American Horror Story. I am an idiot. But at least I can admit my own idiocy. And I’ll leave the post here so you can all see me for the sad, sorry, flawed individual that I am. Happy Tuesday! xo
There was a period, right after I saw Thirteen and before young Evan Rachel Wood started going out with the artist currently known as Marilyn Manson, where I decided I had no big love for the diminutive actress. She was pretentious; she was untalented; she was, in short, difficult to stomach. In hindsight, it may have been because she kind of intimidated me; she had that peculiar brand of grown-up maturity and eloquence that young people just shouldn’t have.
But in the past couple of months, Wood has really impressed me – from her amazing turn as the vampire queen in True Blood to almost – but not quite – stealing the show from Ryan Gosling in The Ides of March (above) and then, the piece de resistance, as the nanny who’ll do anything to keep her job in the thrilling, compelling, amazing American Horror Story (below). I LOVE it.
Do you have any actresses you loved to hate and now just love?
Recently a friend told me he was going on a date with a burlesque dancer. “You know,” says I (very judgily, I’ll admit), “that’s just a posh word for ‘stripper’?” He took a moment, and then responded with: “Well, she keeps her nipple pasties on.” Quite.
I am, however, open to the idea that Burlesque, starring Christina Aguilera and CHER, may entirely change my mind on this point. In fact, I would welcome the idea as it looks even better than Showgirls – and, furthermore, the costume sketches look amazing.
What do you think? Are you dying to see Burlesque, or would you rather die first? (If you haven’t seen Coyote Ugly, then watch that first – and be prepared to emerge from Burlesque wishing you could go to LA and become a dancer in a seedy club.)
Images courtesy of Sony
