Hooray. Hello Kitty toaster makes Hello Kitty faces on each piece of toast.
On a fashion related note, Daniel Franco finally got kicked of “Project Runway“…again. He seems like a sweet guy, but if I had to sit through another week of him scrambling to finish an outfit I would seriously vomit all over myself. I kinda knew it had to be him b/c I remember seeing Santino at the BR challenge. Santino = This year’s Wendy Pepper meets Kara Saun? As in totally bitchy but talented?
More in fashion, the January 2006 issue of US Vogue has decided that
Americans give a crap about Sienna Miller doing her best Edie Sedgwick impression (she’s currently filming Factory Girl) and put her on the cover. Yes, because those trailers for Casanova looked…awesome as in awesomely bad (sorry Heath). I’ve only ever seen her in Alfie, and even then I only remember her boobs. Can Sienna act her way out of a paper bag? Link from ONTD.
Well that was…fun?
UPDATE: Today (Wednesday) I tried riding my bike to work, a feat I’ve only attempted once before in the summer. Let me tell you this, it’s not as much fun riding your bike to work in the dead of winter. It took me 45 minutes to ride to work, which was shorter than the hour it took me to walk home last night, but I’m not sure what I’ll end up doing tomorrow if the strike is still on.
Whatever, transit strike. Even you can’t get me down after seeing awesomeness this morning in the form of New York magazine. Sayeth the glossy mag about Ben: “Ben Stapelman, 19, rock singer.
Ben Stapelman’s band, Surefire (imagine early Tom Petty crossed with Coldplay), has built a rabid following on MySpace and now plays sold-out gigs at the Bowery Ballroom.
Hooray! Link from Audrey.
It appears as though the former Mrs. Leonardo DiCaprio, aka supermodel Gisele Bundchen, is taking a page from Mrs. Jack White’s, aka supermodel Karen Elson, book and unleashed her inner singer. Ms. Bundchen performed with Chino Maurice at the super-trendy Chelsea club, Stereo (formerly the Coral Room), last night. The crowd included DJ Charolette Ronson and Damon Dash, who just wrapped up his “hip-hop Aprentice-style” reality show called “The Ultimate Hustler“ (Brian won).
No word just yet on the quality of Gisele’s song stylings, but if this sample of lyrics from Chino’s song “Oh So Sexy” is any indication, I’m sure the performance left everyone speechless: “she’s the motion in the ocean/she’s that movement in the sea/she’s my secret guilty pleasure/don’t know what she do to me”.
Can we expect Ms. Bundchen to be on the next “But Can They Sing?”? Pics from ONTD via Wireimage.
It’s the new ELLE Girl cover with Nicole, the winner of “America’s Next Top Model” and Tyra. BORING and SLOUCHY!
Oh, check out Nicole looking weird while using the WATSU pool. You almost feel like you are looking at kiddie porn.
Speaking of feeling like looking at kiddie porn, I love me some Jamie Bell.
I know this is kinda old news, but I haven’t had a chance to write about it yet. I got a note from someone a few days ago about what went down at the White Stripes’ San Fran show at the Bill Graham Center. Wrote the source:
“thought you’d like to know that the White Stripes played a disastrous set last
night at the Bill Graham Civic Auditorium in SF. Meg couldn’t keep her rythm,
even with the simplest songs. After the first few songs, Jack sent her
backstage, played 2 by himself, and then went to retrieve her. They played
very few songs overall–I’d imagine under 10, and it was completely
disappointing. Perhaps Meg was drunk? Distressed? All I know is that it was a
goddamn mess. Just. Awful…They’re
my favourite band of all time. But c’mon, Jack. What’s goin’ on?”
Eep! Anyone else want to weigh in on what happened?
Someone help! It’s like 11:35 right now and I still don’t know if there is a transit strike or not. I even checked Brooklyn Vegan, and it appears as though even he doesn’t know so I’m getting worried. Can’t someone’s roommates ex-boyfriend who he met at MisShapes who now dates a guy from the MTA give me a clue? I would think you hip kids know everything.
Hey, do you think if *I* do a blog strike if the MTA doesn’t meet MY demands it’ll make a difference?