Fashion Week Observed
Julie Ragolia has seen more stars in their skivvies than you could dream of! After sinking her teeth at MTV and a slew of glossies eons ago, she moved up the nasty and competitive ladder of fashion editorial… These days, she serves as the fashion editor of 7th Man Magazine and styles mega-stars, such as Rihanna and Sean Combs. Despite his Napoleon complex, street photo Scott Schuman even made her the cover girl of his treasured tome, The Satorialist. The Observer tried to find out if she gets to sleep with any celebs and what exactly stylists do aside from playing with clothes and acting bitchy in the Prada showroom…
Two housekeepers employeed by David and Victoria Beckham have been arrested for selling some of the couple’s possessions on eBay. [US Weekly]
Some of the high-profile attendees of Prince‘s Gansevoort Hotel show refused to turn off their cellphones, even after the signals crashed the musician’s high-tech sound system. [Read More
The Brits really do love them some David Beckham. The footballer’s ad campaign for Armani underwear hasn’t even launched in the land of fish and chips, but lads in the U.K. are already clamoring for a piece of his Giorgio pie. Some three months before Mr. Beckham’s face will grace ads for the Italian fashion Read More
Last night, Barbara Walters’ much anticipated The 10 Most Fascinating People of 2007 aired on ABC. Before viewers got a chance to assess the lineup, Ms. Walters said that she was going to avoid any “tabloid stuff.” And she did…sort of. As promised, Bill Clinton, Venezuelan President Hugo Chavez and Don Read More
If David Beckham putting his junk in your trunks can’t sell them, then nothing can. Or at least that’s what Giorgio Armani is likely hoping by asking the soccer stud, 32, to be the global face (and bod) of the designer’s new underwear collection. Mr. Beckham shot part of the ad campaign last Read More
ABU DHABI—By 8 a.m. on a September morning in Abu Dhabi, the sun is already so strong that if you forget to put on your sunglasses before you step outside, your eyes start to tear up and you sneeze from the sheer burnt whiteness of the light. By midday, the flat landscape is bright beyond Read More
I’m suffering from gender confusion. Not mine—everyone else’s. But it’s not my fault. It’s just the times: January 2007, and the whole concept of gender has been destabilized! Every time you turn on the telly, somebody is “transitioning.” Nobody is what he/she purports to be. We now live in a magical topsy-turvy world where, with Read More
The Forward strikes a blow for inclusiveness, and calls David Beckham “probably the greatest Jewish soccer player ever.” It does so (because he is a star, yes, but) because he has 1 Jewish grandparent, and probably too because he and his wife have embraced Kabbalist practices.
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Most women in New York, whether they want to admit it or not, know that dating here revolves around fantasy: the fantasy that the underwear model you’re eyeing across the room might possibly know who Heidegger is, or that the promising surgical resident you’ve been dating for two months won’t max out his Visa after Read More
Biological clock ticking? Scrambling to snag a bloke–any bloke–before Labor Day? How about a sissy?
Don’t laugh. After all, you know what they say: “The limper the wrist, the stiffer the …. ” Or at least that’s what actress Coral Browne is alleged to have said. The witty and sulfurously dispositioned Ms. Browne (whom you Read More