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The divine Alan Cumming knows that if you have the panache, the red carpet can be the perfect background for something a little more…creative? eclectic? electric? than a penguin suit. I’m sorry, Agent Bedhead, you’ve got it ALL wrong; this look is all kinds of right (except the shoes; they’re just a titch too lesbian train mechanic, don’t you think?).
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Elle ne parle pas le Français. Nor her inkster neither. They should frappez la rue. Today’s links are brought to you by a lovely, dew-beaded glass of chilled Chablis.
I’ve held off giving this man his own Hump Day linkage, on the justifiable grounds that anyone dating Peaches Geldof must going through a terribly dark period of his life and deserves a little space, but then I thought, what the hell, maybe a little mild sexual objectification would cheer him up? And a reader sent me this, described at the only bearable 15 seconds of his appearance on Leno:
By the way, our honorary, virtual cocktail for today is the Pink Hound, which is a pink version of the classic Greyhound, ie vodka with pink grapefruit juice and ice, served in a tall glass. My current diet version consists of a tall glass, ice, and pink grapefruit juice diluted with half water. FML.
Are you a celebrity blogger who’d rather drink than link (and wouldn’t we all?) email me at raincoaster at gmail:
I’m starting a linking service to do your work for you! And I’m working on an ad network to launch in the fall.
It’s true. Once seen CANNOT BE UNSEEN. Snooki is everywhere, I’m telling you!
Jennifer Anniston as Barbra Streisand as Snooki in leopard
Are you a celebrity blogger who’d rather drink than link (and wouldn’t we all?) email me at raincoaster at gmail:
I’m starting a linking service to do your work for you! And I’m working on an ad network to launch in the fall.
In honour of the imperfect, yet impeccable Emma Thompson, seen here toasting her long-overdue Hollywood Walk of Fame star with a pig (not ex-husband Kenneth Branagh) we are returning to our boozy-style links. Today your gossip links are brought to you by a good British pint of what looks like lager, which would be very woman-of-the-people of her.
As for me, I’m on the wagon or rather on the stationary bike until I lose ten pounds and at least one letter of the alphabet.
Today’s token hunk of he-mandom is something of a dark horse in the stakes of studliness; indeed and perhaps unjustly, our man of the day is a perpetual second-fiddle to a classic Himbo, although he’s an accomplished photographer, writer, actor and artist in his own right. Why, he’s even recorded a song that’s had 1.4 million views on YouTube! Click past the jump to take a trip in the Wayback Machine and see our Hump Day Hunk in the unforgettable raiment of his glory days:
I was going to make fun of this woman for dressing like a lesbionic Martian flapper, but then I looked at the fine print and realized HOLY SHIT THAT’S VERUSCHKA and she is entitled to dress any way she likes.
Veruschka has always dressed that way, it turns out
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