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Fug the Cover: Jennifer Lopez on W Magazine


“HOLA LOVERS. Do you like my clothes? I said to them, ‘W, I need a white shirt. I need a necktie. I need to say SEXY COLONEL SANDERS. Why? Because he knows how to take care of breasts and thighs, and like his original recipe, The Lopez is forever.’”

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What the Fug: Rihanna in Concert in Vancouver


No, you’re not mistaken. Rihanna IS dressed as the progeny of a Kardashian and a baseball.

[Photos: Getty]

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What the Fug: Kim and Kourtney Kardashian


In which the boundaries of “What the fug?!?” are pushed to annex undiscovered realms of f*ckwittery.

[Photos: Fame/Flynet]

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Fug or Fab the Covers: Marie Claire’s Fresh Faces Issue, May 2016


Well, not all of them are fresh, but they do at least all have faces? So the chosen theme is half-accurate.

(We covered the party feting this issue, if you want to revisit — and interestingly, in the preamble, I note that we were stockpiling magazine cover posts in the event that our Internet went kerflooey in the UK, AND IT DID. PROPHETIC.)

[Photos: Marie Claire]

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What the Fug: SWINTON


Welcome back, SWINTON, you deeply engaging beacon of confusion.

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I don’t even understand what this garment fundamentally IS, much less how it works. Is it a coat pinned to a chair cover? A child’s First Communion vestment gathered up and belted to her for luck? Is she going to her own City Hall wedding, which she will run out on because she’s actually already married but she’s just into the idea of the drama? Never tell me, SWINTON. I just want to close my eyes and imagine.

[Photo: Fame/Flynet]

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Fug or Fab: Sienna Miller in Christopher Kane


No, your eyes do not deceive you. This is technically a post about Sienna Miller’s outfit, but since we’re all bereaved right now, I decided Fug Nation might want me to open with a ray of sunshine in the form of Tom Hiddleston.

[Photos: Fame/Flynet]

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We’ll Fugging Miss You, Prince


First, a note: I wish this could have been more comprehensive, but we’re still having WiFi issues; I hope this eclectic assemblage of images captures Prince’s range.

It sounds like rumors are flying about what caused sweet Prince’s final goodnight — a lot of news on this front happened while we were sleeping — but the why doesn’t really matter. It’s tragic and too soon by any stripe. Between him and Bowie, 2016 ripped away two people who boldly bent people’s perceptions of both art and the artist, and expanded our palate for what music could feel and taste like, or the way it could fill you up and burst out your limbs. (I am not a person who dances, but it’s nigh on impossible to sit still for a Prince song.) Oh, you sexy motherf*cker, how can you just leave us standing alone in a world that’s so cold?

This side-eye was delicious. I AM SIDE-EYEING YOU THUSLY, UNIVERSE.[/caption]

Prince was also a brilliant instrumentalist and showman. In his music (I can’t speak to his personal beliefs) he was hugely sexual, fiercely political, and loudly spiritual, yet somehow never in a way that alienated people who prefer not to engage with any of those things. For all his considerable power on stage, he came across as gentle, almost frail, off of it. And he sure as hell knew his way around a turn of phrase. “Act your age, not your shoe size” in “Kiss” is a delicious burn. “I guess I should’ve known by the way you parked your car sideways that it wouldn’t last,” he observed memorably in “Little Red Corvette,” which is just a superb character note about a person. “I’m not a human, I am a dove, I’m your conscious, I am love. All I really need is to know that you believe,” he sang, and we did.

“But life is just a party and parties weren’t meant to last,” he wrote in “1999,” adding, “We could all die any day, oh // But before I let that happen, I’ll dance my life away.” Whatever claimed him, I hope it took him painlessly as he danced fearlessly, joyfully, toward it. And he memorably opened “Let’s Go Crazy” thusly: “Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today to get through this thing called life.” Now we have to forge on without him, but not really, never really, because he’ll always and forever provide our soundtrack.

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Other Prince links from around the web:

– #Ham4Prince: The cast of Hamilton performed “Let’s Go Crazy” at the end of Thursday night’s show.

– Vulture did a feature called Prince In Performance From The 80s To Now.

Rolling Stone has complied a LOT of content, including a secret song he wrote for Kenny Rogers (!!).

– Spin republished its 1991 cover story on Prince, circa “Diamonds and Pearls,” which features this line: “There he is, dressed in red from neck to toe, a halter-type vest covering his surprisingly well-built upper body and skin-tight red pants over red shoes. He’s doing a handstand. Prince can walk on his hands.”

– Spin ALSO did a look back at Prince’s Super Bowl halftime show, a defense of his later work (“Prince Never Fell Off“), and an obituary of him that’s well done: “Nevertheless, let the epitaph read as he would want: His name was Prince, and he was funky.”

– Idolator revisited his nineteen Top 10 singles.

– Frank Ocean wrote a nice tribute on Tumblr.

– The New Yorker staff has been adding their own remembrances to this one big post, and Sarah Larson wrote a piece called “Dancing To Prince.” Also, the cover this week will be of purple rain.

– Fug Nation has already started sharing its favorite Prince songs in the comments of yesterday’s post.

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