Hip hop feuds
Despite the rumors that Chris Brown and Rihanna are back together (they have been partying next to each other an awful lot lately), the rapper is still technically dating Karrueche Tran. Meanwhile, Rihanna has been romantically linked to the most emo hip hop star of all time, Aubrey “Drake” Graham.
Eventually, we knew, this would turn ugly. We just didn’t expect Chris Brown to be the one who walked away with the boo-boos.
A moderately hysterical piece of pop culture ephemera/crime appeared in the New York Post this weekend, with a follow-up this morning: Something about Drake, a lawyer, and a stolen Rolex? Here is a perfect example of a story that makes little to no sense, no matter how you decide to hear it.
Fashion Week Observed
The sit-down with Drake in April’s GQ makes the 25-year-old rapper out to be a quick study in the cornier accoutrements of wealth and fame. Chiefly, the tacky swimming pool that features a waterfall, stepping stones, and statues of nude women.
But Drake reaches cheese-ball apotheosis when he sincerely tells writer Claire Hoffman how unfulfilled he is by one night stands.
Sundance Film Festival
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…
Day 2 of the Sundance Film Festival found The Observer snowbound in the extreme. We’re talking enough snow to give Mayor Bloomberg and the New York City transit system nightmares. Astronomic surcharges became the norm as Park City’s anemic livery force struggled to even make the most ludicrous time frames: ”Yeah I can have a guy up there in like 3 and a half hours?” deadpanned one audacious taxi dispatcher, who seemed to take pleasure in seeing so many city slickers squeal.
ON THE FOURTH FLOOR of the Versace boutique on Fifth Avenue, just stories above a screaming Fashion’s Night Out mob spilling into the street, 24 year-old world-famous hip hop sensation Drake sat on the armrest of a stiff-looking chair, not drinking the bottles of Dom Perignon chilling in front of him.