If you're watching crappy reality TV when one of the characters says something about being friends with music super producer David Foster's ex-wife and you look her up and click on this photo of her and ex-boyfriend Elvis, you might eventually end up ignoring your TV show and instead digging through an insanely detailed Elvis timeline. Thirteen years before meeting Linda, "Elvis used a three-day pass to visit Munich and call unannounced on Vera Tschechowa, an 18-year-old actress whom he'd met a few months earlier. Together, they visited the Moulin Rouge nightclub." And so on…
27th Precinct by Jerry Orbach: Notes of pepperoni and shoe polish on an instant coffee base. Leathery, minimal, and cost-effective, this fragrance feels like a big, crusty hug, and is perfect for those stressful mornings when you don’t want to get out of bed.
Wool of the King by Lana Del Rey: Imitation gold is overwhelmed by corrosive notes of Mountain Dew, gas station bathroom hand sanitizer, and chlorine. Spritz it on your angora sweaters, your dogeared copy of Lolita, or your money!
Sherlocked by Benedict Cumberbatch: Notes of the finest bergamot and saffron mingle with the overpowering aromas of black tea, gunpowder, and clammy bedsheets, in a fragrance that works best when [...]
The other day at Barnes & Noble they'd just set up a new endcap display of musicians' autobiographies. Patti Smith's was there, Rod Stewart's was there, and so was Cyndi's. In my family, when you say "SIN-dee," you're referring to one of three people: Aunt Cindy, Aunt Cyndi, or Cyndi Lauper. The aunts haven't written their books yet, so obviously this one was by the latter — the one my uncle helped create. Once upon a time, many careers and homes and friendships ago, Patrick, my mom's older brother, was Cyndi's makeup artist, hairdresser, and stylist, through her screaming rise to fame in the '80s. Upon seeing the book, and [...]
The first humbling is the airport. Salt Lake City International, around 11 a.m. Baggage claim has been repurposed into a holding pen — L.A. blondes in fur-cuffed ski jackets, men wearing big puffy coats with strange, sun-like logos on the sleeves. Cowboy hats, bright pink vests, Burberry bags. All the women’s boots are huge and excessive and trimmed with what seem like entire menageries of tiny, hirsute animals.
So far, despite what that quote would lead you to believe, Zach Baron's dispatches from Sundance contain just the right mix of information about the movies and celebrity gossip. Por ejemplo, he watched a Michael Cera vehicle ("It’s hard to overstate [...]
"The Battle of Bobbed Hair: Photoplay Magazine has made a national investigation of the problem to help you make up your mind. Read what they all say, pro and con. Weigh it carefully and then let your conscience decide." —A battles for the ages. Anne Helen Petersen found this and many more SHOCKING headlines from Classic Hollywood to tide us over until she reveals her next "Scandal."
When you think of Ronald Reagan, you think of jellybeans, Nancy’s power suits, and self-satisfaction. You think of all the contemporary Republicans who miss him and what he seemed to represent, along with a sort of composure and telegenic presence that even Clinton couldn’t replicate. You think of trickle-down economics, Iran-Contra, and a political legacy so potent that criticizing him is in many circles still considered a moderate form of blasphemy.
What you might not think of is Reagan frolicking on the beach in white swim trunks, playing matchmaker for Bette Davis, or divorcing one of Hollywood’s sweethearts. But Reagan did all of those things — and others even [...]