You tell me. The aesthetics are clear: the reflective, glossy surfaces and acute angles are at once a scathing commentary on the alienation of contemporary architecture and a glorification of its very inhuman perfection.
Hail our new reptilian overlords!
Godzilla in drag. Hey, he's got the legs!
Also: oooooh, shiny!
Wow. Real life wins, for once.
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Elizabeth Taylor vs Plastic Grrl! (TrueSlant)
Gaga, Grounded (Lolebrity)
Zee Frenssssh! (TheManolo)
This has GOT to be some horrible Freudian metaphor (ManoloHome)
Terror in the Kitchen! (ManoloFood)
About that bottle of Scotch… (ManoloBig)
Buddy got back (problems)? (ManoloMen)
Hit the Target! (TeenyManolo)
Hamlet would not have married her (ManoloBrides)
Jonah, Hexed (AgentBedhead)
Robert Pattinson CARES about us! (AmyGrindhouse)
Amy Winehouse, drama queen? (BricksAndStones)
Clive Owen smells (BusyBeeBlogger)
OK! is a comedy magazine? (CeleBitchy)
The Bride of Wildenstein (CelebrityCosmeticSurgery)
We have a Gaga DOWN! Repeat: we have a Gaga DOWN! (CelebDirtyLaundry)
ONE LiLo is quite sufficient, thank you (CelebritySmack)
A dandy reason to hang out in cafes (OhTheScandal)
Suri’s tribal tattoos (CityRag)
Not all royals have British Teeth (CojoStyle)
Jimmy Buffet is pro-Margarita, anti-Oilspill (DailyStab)
Five bucks on Sarah Jessica Parker’s twins (DListed)
Daniel Radcliffe does not fancy the Bieber (EvilBeet)
You do NOT go up against Oprah, my friend. (GabbyBabble)
Maybe she could just use the eyeshadow on her legs? (GoFugYourself)
I suspect Gaga (HaveUHeard)
Prince Albert locked down (INeedMyFix)
I’m ok, Britney’s a nutbar? (PoorBritney)
The Hills are alive with the sound of recaps (IBBB)
Ke$ha <3 Star Trek (JustJared)
10 greatest Real Worlders (MovieLine)
George Michael goes Down Under to come out on top (PerezHilton)
RPatz seen with Banksy ex (UKPopSugar)
I think Madame Tussaud’s just “repurposed” the Delta Burke statue (PopBytes)
The man dates Katy Perry: he’s never SEEN those before (SeriouslyOMG)
Normally, I will go to great lengths to avoid anything to do with country music, particularly looking at the performers thereof. What can I say; I was traumatized by a Dolly Parton impersonator in my youth. The women tend to dress as boring old Hollywood-influenced Tila Tequila-alikes or what you might call the Grand Old Opry Courtesan, Courbet meets Colorado saloonkeeper, an upscale look not to be confused with the ever-popular “Gingham Streetwalker,” a look made famous by JonBenet Ramsay.
And as for the men: if they’re not hiding their receding hairlines under one of those outdated curled cowboy hats that Lisa Bonet popularized back when she still had a career, they’re falling into the dreaded “Let’s Get Creative With Formal Wear” trap. Fortunately, there are Elizabeth and Randy Travis to show them the error of their ways, and the long way you can go on absolutely flawless hair.
“Yo, yo, where my Scots at? Peeblesshire HOLLABACK!!!”
If there’s one thing I like more than an amusing fashion show, it’s an amusing fashion show sponsored by a booze company. Thus it was with an audible gasp and a clutch at my heart (normally I prefer a shoulder bag) that I realized my invitation to the Glenfiddich-sponsored “Dressed to Kilt” event had somehow been lost in the mail.
The flawless Alan Cumming strutted his Scottish stuff on the runway; he is, of course, no stranger to the subtle art of working the pleats.
Last night I modeled in Dressed to Kilt, the yearly event which showcases Scottish fashion, the kilt, Scottishness in general and also raises money, this year for war veterans. It was a hoot. The King of Scotland, Sean Connery, was there and I reminded him that the last time I had seen him, in Edinburgh last summer at a dinner thrown by Alex Salmond, the First Minister of Scotland, he had said he would never vote Labour as long as he had a hole in his arse!! Yes, he totally did. I love Sean, and I love that he has lines like that up his sleeve.
Here he is playing Dionysus on Broadway in a kilt and vest of truly supernatural superfantasticnosity.
Yes, the gods themselves approve of jazz hands. They also approve of this:
The handsome Scot Kyle MacLachlan is shown here NOT wearing the very attractive MacLachlan tartan, a cape of which I once sold him back when I worked with people instead of pixels.
Look! It’s everybody’s favorite silver fox, Sam Waterston!
Dashing! Clashing! Smashing!
A pair of wounded warriors show off the kind of tailoring that made a designer out of Alexander McQueen, among other masters of the form.
Matthew Modine knows there are some things one cannot do in a kilt. For these activities, God has invented knickerbockers. You might just be surprised at what is possible in a kilt.
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Charlie Chaplin in Ireland:
Cuba Gooding Junior, whose dapper felt chapeau does not agree with his funky jams At. All. and someone has to tell him so and it might as well be me: 
Click onward to see Winston Churchill, Ernest Hemingway, Barons, Models, and assorted Royalty:
