Honestly, who knew this look ever went out:

Nothing says “Chic” like an “I skinned Cookie Monster” jacket.

And your basic Zombie Wilma Flintstone Betty Rubble twist to the standard Blue Yeti shows the versatility of the look:

Now that enthusiastic fan of all things military and male, pillar of the establishment (9 inches, he says), former CREEPer, and political consultant Roger Stone has come up with a Best Dressed list of his own to rival Vanity Fair’s, it makes sense to eyeball him and see how well he can pull off an ambitious look:

Iggy Pop, Rock and Roll Legend.

Roger Stone, arbiter of the au courant.

And nowhere to put it if she did!

PS. Jen, hon, we can see the butt gusset seams below the waist. Haven’t your people heard of lycra?

Sophie, Countess of Wessex (who’s married to Prince Edward, you know, the one who “enjoys theatrical people”) is questioned outside Sandringham church about the mysterious disappearance of the altar flower arrangement. She had no comment about that or the missing wheat wreath from the door except to say “Camilla was hungry.”

We’ve already had the first hoax of 2010, one which strikes close to the heart of the Manolo himself! You must not meddle with forces you do not understand, o hoaxers, lest ye find yerselves in a Vegas Lounge in the third circle of Hell.

Dorothy Parker has a sad.

But of course, it was not, and the Hoff lives on, to populate gossip columns and trailer parks everywhere with his music and the vague scent of apple blossoms coming from his skin-tight trousers.

As Nietzsche would say, we get the celebrities we deserve, people.