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Ballin’ on a Budget: The 2013 Met Gala

Gentle reader,

Did you ever wonder what it would look like when the Fashion World’s mighty had fallen?  The organizers of the Metropolitan Museum of Art’s Costume Institute Gala might have been pondering that very question when they settled upon the theme “Punk: Chaos to Couture” for this year’s bash because from the final scorecard of hits and misses, it seems that infusing punk inspirations into red carpet glamour proved trickier than expected.  Some just threw in the towel and showed up in beautiful ball gowns.

Big Butts and Balmain


by James Tuttle

Gentle reader,

In honor of the Wedding of the Century that occurred last weekend, I sat down after a long day of working out and hiking to an E! Channel marathon of everyone’s favorite Keeping Up with the Kardashians!

As you've probably guessed, model Lucas Bernardini is not on Keeping Up with the Kardashians but he's fricking adorable. (Photo: V. Ljung)

Oh, yeah.  It wasn’t that Wedding of the Century with the royalty and the crazy hats.  It was Kim Kardashian’s wedding to Andre the Giant attended by reality stars and Lindsay Lohan.  One of our clients owns the house next door to the one where the event took place in upscale Montecito and reported that, in true D-list fashion, the party raged on until after 4 am.

I, Monster – The Sequel (Me, Again)


by James Killough

In light of certain recent spectacular celebrity re-falls, I thought I would waffle on again about narcissism.  I’m saying ‘re-fall,’ but what is the opposite of a comeback, anyway?  Can’t be a go-forward, sounds too positive.  ‘Relapse’ presumes some sort of addiction or cancer or some other pathological illness, but I guess in the case of Donald Trump it has indeed been a relapse.  In terms of how beleaguered he is in the pubic eye, what has happened in the past week is akin to his bankruptcy twenty years ago.  Except this time the banking crooks on Wall Street won’t step in to refinance his image and allow him another comeback.  No doubt he’ll engineer that himself: much as we would like him put out to pasture, I fear the old warhorse unfortunately has some irksome neighing yet to do.

Let me recap where we are with this for readers who were not around during the week I spanked Galliano and then followed it up with a post about narcissism, and who might fear having to wade back and read through reams of dense, convoluted Killough prose: