So it seems Richard Branson lost a bet and had to play flight attendant on his own airline. When he wasn’t spilling drinks on the bet-winner’s lap and trying to mop them up (with his tongue?) Sir Richard of Virgin was presumably playing out this scene in his head.
As for the rest of us, we can only hope that the brand name is a binding contract. NOBODY wants to be a member of that particular mile-high club.
Sure. It makes total sense to me. She’s the wife of an executive at Rovio, which produces app juggernaut Angry Birds, and she just wanted to fly the flag for her husband’s company. Makes total sense.
Today the fashion world is poorer for the loss of one of its great muses, Steven Paul Jobs, co-founder of Apple Computer. As with the great DV, he found his look early, and stuck with it, eschewing the bow ties of his wild youth and reaching again and again for the guy’s version of the LBD: a pair of 501’s, some New Balance sneaks, and a St. Croix mock turtleneck (in the early, lean, NeXT years, it was Gap). As always, true style didn’t go unnoticed: among those he inspired is Ralph Rucci:
What is “wholly originally…. ow[ing[] absolutely nothing to any precedent?”
“Three things: White cotton T-shirt, a pair of 501 Levi Strauss jeans, and a black cashmere turtleneck.”
Mubarak Chic: yes, you can judge a book by its cover
Truly has it been said that fascists generally have the best uniforms. When it comes to fallen dictators, however, the same is not true. Look at Hosni Mubarak here, former president of Egypt and current homeless dude. Never mind the cut of his jib, we can tell he’s earned those stripes. It may look like a regular old pinstripe suit, but if God is in the details I’d have to say this qualifies as blasphemy, because those stripes are actually made up of his name, printed over and over. Of such gaudy heights of self-aggrandizement may the average Mafiosi only dream.
Speaking of gaudy pinstripes, let’s drown our sartorial sorrows with a classic Bronx Cocktail and a few buttoned-down gossip links, shall we?
Awww, isn’t that cute? The Duchess of Alba and her boytoy Alfonso Díez are making it legal. Living proof, if any were needed, that an aggressive nose job that results in you breathing out of two large pores in the middle of your face is never a wasted expense, if it allows one to attract men known to society paper readers everywhere as “and Unnamed Friend”.
In honour of the lovely couple, let’s toast them with a classic Champagne cocktail fortified with a little Spanish brandy, and read some sexy gossip links:
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