If you're planning to wear a plunging V-neck to an event anytime soon and don't want to flash everyone while raising the roof or reaching for the bread basket, you'll need to professionally secure your cleavage. But with a little preparation, the right tools, and this handy GIF guide, you'll no longer live in fear of freeing a nipple. Here, five easy steps to battening down the hatches.Read More »
Modest, young whippersnappers Kendall [Jenner] and Justin Bieber were feeling the humble homesick blues. One of them had just suffered through a Parisian breakfast, one of them had just broken up with her last name.
The pair's needs were simple: They could just hunker down in a restaurant, sip some Champagne, recall the simple pleasures of North America, and enjoy one another's company. It was their tiny expat party of two, and it truly was a comfort.
We've covered the minimalist new look of hair and beauty this season — but the hairstyles at Céline really solidify it: Simple is cool. Redken creative consultant Guido Palau created updated the classic "half-up" '90s hairdo for the show, using Redken Pillow Proof Dry Shampoo to create texture that he described as "super chic and super rich." He explained: "We put the hair up halfway and added these elegant gold barrettes that Céline has made that look just like a beautiful circle in the hair." Although you need long hair to pull off the look, we think that this ode to '90s fuss-free hair is well worth the wait for a few extra inches.
Upon first reading this Mashable article about the "What Woman Want" category on last night's episode of Jeopardy, I truly thought it was discussing an SNL spoof. But nope! Turns out Jeopardy is trying to appeal to the ladies, with clever questions about things the ladies like. This includes:
1. Well-fitting Levis.
2. Time away from crying children and housework to finish the crossword puzzle.
3. A vacuum cleaner (and a husband to help use it! Oh ho! Quite droll).
4. Celestial Seasonings "Sleepytime" tea.
5. Time to do Pilates.Read More »
Two episodes back, Starz's Outlander finally gave its fans the steamy sex scene they’d been waiting for. You couldn't even quite call it a sex scene — it was more like an erotic short film with some flashbacks to plot points. Vanity Fair hailed it as “Some of the Year’s Sexiest TV." It was the kind of episode that demands you draw a bath, pour several glasses of a full-bodied Chablis, and admit you've been very, very aroused by television characters. I mean, just look at the many O-faces of sexy Scottish Jamie.
For all those who haven’t watched, Outlander is Starz’s faithful adaptation of Diana Gabaldon’s cult time-travel/historical-fiction/fantasy series about a World War II–era woman, Claire, who is suddenly transported back to 18th-century Scotland and for various plot reasons finds herself betrothed to a strapping Scotsman named Jamie whom she beds over and over again. (Yes.) BuzzFeed’s Anne Helen Petersen hails it as the feminist answer to Game of Thrones — and with a strong-willed independent female lead who swashbuckles her way across the Highlands, that’s a pretty accurate summary. Yet sex is also a crucial part of its appeal. In the past five years, I’ve received three separate copies of Outlander, each with chapter 13 dog-eared, and each time the endorsement: “You have to read this for the sex.” There are fan forums where fans have been breathlessly waiting for years to see the famed erotic happenings of chapter 13 come to life. In fact, there are fan-fiction sites so filthy that Gabaldon won’t even read them.
Outlander is not a bodice-ripper; it's a work of historical fiction with a lot of sex. And this is a crowded category, which in a certain sense is unsurprising — after all, people have been fornicating for centuries. The Tudors? Someone’s grandma recommended it to me because the “sex is insane.” Rome? Camelot? The Borgias? Sex. Sexy sex everywhere. Game of Thrones? Fantasy, sure, but it's basically 15th-century England with dragons, and lots of sex. And I'm into it all in a way that almost makes no sense. Think about it: Nobody was bathing, nobody was flossing, beds were made of hay. Birth control wasn't a thing. Neither was soap. Despite the lack of hygiene and comfortable mattresses, I'm obsessed with the dirty, hot, wanton sex that takes place in days of yore. Besides the obvious (lots of clothing to remove in a slow, delicious fashion; strong possibility of accents), what is it about this type of sex that gets me straight in the loins?Read More »
"Make sure you put your hand in the hole,” remarked a publicist at Delfina Delettrez’s spring-summer 2015 presentation in Paris yesterday, beckoning toward a mirrored box. Inside were the controls for the robotic hands on display, whose fingers were covered in rings from Delettrez’s latest fine-jewelry offering. Guests waited their turn to play around with the installation, and many commented that Delettrez had once again achieved the near impossible: making fine jewelry a not-so-serious affair (remember last year’s levitating plates?). Party tricks aside, this was the designer’s most delicate offering to date: a collection of dainty diamond and platinum rings — including ones that extend up an entire finger. She spoke to the Cut about the playful presentation, whether she's designing engagement rings, and the opening of her first London store.Read More »
If you're tired of your face wash, here's a new option to spruce up your morning routine: the powder cleanser. Like blotting papers, oil cleansers, and the ever-popular BB creams of yesteryear, powder cleansers are Japanese imports that are now offered by more and more American beauty brands.Read More »
Anna Porcu grew up in a Tuscan family that understood the value of ancient finds. The daughter of an antiquarian, Porcu learned quickly how to identify priceless artifacts. She received a master's degree in art history before heading to Gucci to work in the brand's archives. Then in 2011 she launched her own line of jewelry, based on vintage cameos that she sources throughout Europe, particularly in England. The museum-quality pieces usually date back to the 19th century and feature anything from ancient Roman goddesses to pastoral scenes to noble women carved in profile. Porcu then transforms them into modern-day accessories by mounting them on bracelets and necklaces like this white leather cuff that features Diana on the hunt with her dog. Given their historical significance, they're definitely a luxury splurge, with prices ranging from €800 to €2,000, but at least you know the one-of-a-kind treasures have stood the test of time.
Anna Porcu Diana Cuff, €1,800 at Anna Porcu.
After a month of nonstop shows, you start to forget what day and time it is. One easy trick to help you remember: Check the outfits of the street-style stars. In this case, on Saturday, the designer of choice was Acne. Hanneli Mustaparta, Giovanna Battaglia, and Anna Dello Russo were among the many who wore pieces from the current collection. Others broke from the mold, like Susie Lau, who mixed a bright Marc by Marc Jacobs dress with a gingham Céline tote, and Michelle Elie in her go-to Comme des Garçons.Read More »
Nearly eight months after moving to Rome from New York, I finally joined la palestra — the gym. This was done more out of necessity than desire, born from my near-daily consumption of pizza, pasta, or pane, and often all three.
Tucked away just south of the Spanish Steps, in a low-ceilinged, but strangely atmospheric space, Spagna Fitness sat in the basement of what must have been a 400-year-old building, accessed from an alleyway where the historic center’s most prominent McDonald's chucked its grease-stained Quarter Pounder containers.
I lasted there all of two months. Or, rather, the gym did. That’s how long it took before Spagna Fitness closed for “renovations” that never even began, much less ever ended, and I had to commission the good people at Citibank to go after the place’s owners in order to claw back the remaining ten months’ worth of my paid-up-front annual membership fee, with which they had absconded.
Of course, there were some gyms where workouts — of one kind or another — were certainly getting done, notably the so-called gay gym at the main train station, Termini; and at Hard Candy, the Madonna-branded spot that’s opened two locations in Rome since May of last year, and where the audition line for wannabe trainers and attendants stretched around the block. And then, on a hill overlooking the city, there’s the see-and-be-seen gym at the Rome Cavalieri, the Dolce Vita–era Hilton turned Waldorf-Astoria, where even hotel guests have to pay a daily fee to use the fitness equipment, and posh locals from northern Rome’s fanciest neighborhoods pay annual member dues that start north of €2,400 — and still do little more than hang out by the water fountain, peacocking.Be prepared to sweat your balls off ... »
What does one wear, if one is a highly successful international lawyer preparing to transform the world's most lone-wolf, permanent-seeming bachelor into a dependable married fellow? Ah! Oscar de la Renta has just the thing for this sort of a occasion, and luckily for Amal Alamuddin, it works perfectly for a river-boat-espionage-themed wedding. It's a long gown, just long enough to entrance a single George Clooney. It leaves shoulders exposed to assert strength. It's made of French lace, hand-embroidered pearls, diamante stones, and the jealousies of a thousand weeping women.
When he was 15, self-taught British fashion-photographer Glen Luchford — best known for his gritty '90s editorials and early photos of Kate Moss — quit school and moved to London. There, he found work at a hair salon before eventually signing with Art + Commerce, and then, in 1997, began working exclusively with Prada. He’s since shot advertising campaigns for YSL, Chloé, Calvin Klein — and, most recently, photographed the glam lo-fi Rag & Bone ads featuring Winona Ryder at Coney Island. He's also a frequent contributor to magazines like Vogue, Interview, Another Magazine, and W.Read More »
Silicon Valley dudes might be able to launch dating start-ups like OKCupid, Tinder, and Hinge (and to create all sorts of hacks to game their own systems), but when it comes matters of the human heart, they struggle just like the rest of us. Unlike the rest of us, however, Valley dudes can drop a bunch of money on high-end matchmaking services to help them.Read More »
Yesterday in Paris, Catherine Deneuve attended the Saint Laurent show wearing a sweater with a big ol' cannabis leaf stitched on the front in cheetah print. Though not previously regarded as a particularly outspoken weed advocate, we can now count Deneuve as a member of the marijuana-leaf-wearing sisterhood, which includes Miley, Rihanna, Lady Gaga, and Vanessa Hudgens, among others. She paired the look with leather leggings.
After Mary Pickford, a doll-faced Hollywood star under a tangle of blonde curls, divorced her husband in favor of her dashing co-star, her many admirers and the tabloid press revolted. She replied: “I now realize my mistake. I have learned now that I do not belong to myself.” It was 1920, and since, there has been nearly a century of Hollywood stars learning they do not belong to themselves. They belong to the public; they belong to their images; they belong to the larger force that makes them a star (sparkling font, little lightbulbs in the shape of the letters). Only in the face of a mishap does it seem that each generation of celebrity learns — wide-eyed and betrayed and betraying — that their actions are amplified, in forever echoing scandal.
This is the story that opens Anne Helen Petersen's first book, Scandals of Classic Hollywood (out today), which covers celebrity gossip from 1905 to 1955 through a dozen or so disgraces. The essays follow iconic stars (Mae West! Lauren Bacall! Judy Garland! Marlon Brando!), along with their glimmering personas and the rumors that might have undone them. Did Clara Bow sleep with a whole football team? Was Jean Harlow killed by her own hair dye?
Petersen received her Ph.D. from the University of Texas, where she wrote her dissertation on the gossip industry; she brought her writing to a general audience with a column for the Hairpin and now contributes to BuzzFeed. She speaks readily about the hydra of star-making forces, with affection for some tabloids (Us Weekly: “a wily one”) and genuine disappointment in the pabulum state of the celebrity profile. The Cut talked to her about the world of gossip, past and present.Read More »
Fringe was everywhere last season — and, judging from the runways these past few weeks, it's going to be big this spring as well. But unlike hippie or Western fringe, this variety is a kind of flying fringe: big, sweeping, and Cabaret-like. But, mercifully, there are no flashy colors or sequins in sight: In muted colors, this season's fringe looks seemed surprisingly wearable.Read More »
Ilaria Perrone, sex columnist for Grazia.it, the go-to magazine for the "It" girls of Milan, has given up on dating. “Italian men are romantic but they are also liars,” she told New York sex columnist Maureen O’Connor in the latest entry in Italy in 30 Days’ Exchange Rates conversation series. Skyping from Milan, Perrone explained the hazards of dick-centric dating and swearing. Turns out Italians say "What the dick?" the way Americans say "What the fuck?" And don't even get her started on the shortage of cunnilingus slang.Instead of "piece of ass," they say "piece of vagina." »
Topshop has released a fall version of its best-selling (and Beyoncé-approved) striped dress — and it's pretty darn chic. The structured waist and soft fabric make it comfortable and easy to wear, while thick dark stripes add a touch of polish. Wear it with a red lip and wool tights for a dinner party or throw on a cropped blazer to make it office-ready.Read More »