And here we have the lovely and talented Jennifer Lawrence, appearing for Miss Dior the fragrance, which is delicate, classic, young, and probably the scent your grandmother wore the night she lost her virginity (if she wasn’t the “Charlie” class). The House of Dior is one of the greatest design houses and is currently having a wonderful year both in terms of design and in terms of PR, having hung on to the beautiful and fragrant Natalie Portman and now snagged the hottest young woman in Hollywood to represent their most youth-appropriate fragrance.
So it is a mystery to me why they’ve done her up like a very expensive and sweaty butch barfly at last call, but they have. What is more heinous still is having the brass to release this photo in the US with a crappy crop job just to cut out the cigarette. If you’re going to go to such lengths to make something acceptable to the American market, do not simultaneously lower the quality by an order of magnitude, because we can, like, tell. It’s condescending, and it’s not as if it can’t be done well: the French version of Emma Watson’s Tresor Midnight Rose commercial had a cigarette in it; the American did not, but you don’t miss it and there is no visible hole where it was. If we’re going to have censorship in the name of bodily purity, let it at least be done well. At seventy bucks a bottle, it’s not like they can’t afford to pay someone competent.
Actually, I’m not sure this IS a T.E. Lawrence reference. Now that I look again and notice the aviators, I’m wondering if it’s not a clever visual referencing of the star turns of both Ralph Fiennes and Kristin Scott Thomas as the doomed lovers in The English Patient.
We stole this from the adorable George Takei on Facebook, and sure, it has a speech bubble but it doesn’t have a caption? Does it? EH? DOES IT? So that’s your cue, people.
PS: last week’s caption contest has taught me that Kardashians aren’t good for Kaption Kontests and they are hereby Kwarantined and sent to Koventry.
An exceptional round of captions, ladies, gentlemen, and rowdies of both sexes. The Cat Gods are pleased with your efforts. They have chosen one of you to be the winner!
W: This reincarnation stuff isn’t so bad.
Dick: Shut up. I still can’t go out in daylight, and I got my nuts cut off too.
Me-OW! Congratulations and kudos to Mike for his purr-fect caption. For his hypothetical prize of virtual splendor we present the Cartier Tiger Bracelet, a one of a kind piece that embodies all that is most glorious about the feline.
And just to keep the vibe going, we recommend this awesome piece in the WSJ on the making of one of these bracelets, and this astonishing Cartier ad, with an estimated cost of production of $4 million. That’s a lotta scratch!
It seems to be Vintage week chez Ayyyy, and that’s all right with me. The music was better. The movies were better. The television commercials were, like, so way better. And this is one of them.
If your husband, brother, father or son has ever known the utter mortification of having flashed a shiny shin, perhaps in a job interview, perhaps in an important meeting. Well, tell your XY that the solution has been found! In 1966!
Not only that, but these very socks are still available, and apparently still selling well. Never suffer the indignity of an inadvertent shin flash again!
This, my friends, is priceless. Via Weird Vintage, one of my favorite Tumblrs, I’ve found this glorious video from 1939 describing what fashion will be like in the Year 2000. Surprisingly, it’s not all that far off: we have silver in our sportswear (to cut the smell), convertible dresses and pants, see-through tops, bizarre ballgowns, and pretty much everything else they showed here except really, really snazzy hats. the shoes, in fact, are pretty much bang-on.
To be honest, I’m kind of glad that it wasn’t as accurate about men’s fashion. That is a Ming the Merciless as Playground Perv costume if ever I saw one.