beyonce beyond
We all have those pictures from high school that we hoped had been buried forever. And we find them posted to Facebook when our “friends” get into the prosecco. I’m sorry, Beyonce, we can no more let you live this down than we can these two. Acid wash isn’t for jeans; it’s for our eyeballs after we get a load of this outfit. Also, is that a wig from the House of Lisa Kudrow on your head?
How I love the interwebs. You could just be minding your own business, trawling the celebusphere for evidence of poor accessorizing amongst the Kardashian Klan when suddenly, you’re confronted with the world’s most compelling BEFORE picture: stark evidence that while our fascination with glamour may result in some remarkable transformations, that these do not come without pain or their share of ugliness.
On that note, let me present to you what has been described as “the funniest skit in tv history,” Mrs Brown’s Bikini Wax from RTÉ Television in Ireland.
Looks like a dead badger on flypaper.
Pia Toscano has obviously pissed off her stylist for the LAST TIME
I’m fortunate in living in Canuckistan, able to avoid the weekly viewing of American Idol which is, I believe, mandatory in the States, but last night I was visiting a friend who happens to be addicted to reality tv, and so this travesty was flashed before my eyes. Now, one is reminded, one is, of the Nixon-Kennedy debate: those who listened to it on radio thought that Nixon had won, while those who watched it and were treated to Tricky Dicky’s sweaty visage plumped for Kennedy. I’m just gonna lay it out here: if this poor songbird had not been trussed up in a strapless, shapeless ikat romper that was obviously fished out of someone’s grandma’s closet (the Late 70′s Costume Party Material section) she would still be a contender.
I had originally wished to say much the same about the Femulleted country crooner done up in the formal gingham shorts that gave her a backside as big as the Prairies, but not only is she still in (America loves a Femullet!) but Google has apparently banned it from their image search as NSFLunch.
UPDATE: L.A.M.B. No wonder. Give people too much punctuation and it goes straight to their (swelled, gelled, and poufed) heads.
Oh, this is precious.
Julian Assange's hair game is insane
emo julian assange still has his poetry and his Morrissey albums
Aren’t they cute? I know we’ve had a snotload of Wikileaks founder and Bond Villain Julian Assange lately, but how can you not? I ask you. The world keeps coming up with new and delightful ways to play with him, from the Julian Assange coloring book right up to this, a contest to Design The Next Great Haircut for Julian Assange.
Ladies and Gentlemen, start your photoshop!
If Alaia weren't already (at least "career")dead, this would kill him off
It was sweet of Gwynnie to try to save her corporate puppet-masters some dosh by doing her own makeup, but she really shouldn’t have done it with her thumbs just to prove she could. Also, I’m relatively sure that when Baume&Mercier signed her, they expected her to show up in something more attractive than pink wifebeater with Vegas Novelty Hooker Bottoms. Seriously, has Alaia been kidnapped and replaced with some spangly reject from Juicy Couture?
