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Fug and Fab: Miley Cyrus in Moschino


Miley Cyrus is a really curious – if also often frustrating — creature to me. Her sudden disclosures of feeling gender fluid and identifying as androgynous are not without heartfelt spirit and an air of honesty, and I am pretty sure I believe her. But she as a PERSON does pull at my cynical triggers, because she’s such a creature of the media that I keep wondering with ANYTHING she says if she’s simply reacting to what’s buzzy.  And/or trying to muscle her way to the front of the caravan, all in the name of being the loudest voice in any given room. (And I must clarify: I take gender fluidity and feelings of androgyny themselves totally seriously; it is MILEY I am not sure if I should take seriously. Not because of this, but in general. She makes it hard to tell.) But then she’ll say stuff that’s smart, or savvy, or self-aware — or all three. Such as, to Time:

Now 22, Cyrus isn’t worried about offending anyone. “Someone said the other day to me, ‘Should you ask your advisor?’” she says. “I’m like, ‘If I have an advisor, they should have been fired two years ago.’” 

And then this, which made me laugh and also like her:

“All the women in the restaurant [on Valentine's Day two years ago] were with these older, fat men that had just let themselves go. They were just being drunk bastards. And then the women were sitting there, trying so hard just to look good. And they’re ignoring them the whole time. And I thought, ‘I’m not living like this. If I end up in a straight relationship, that’s fine—but I’m not going to be with f-cking slob guys who are watching porn, making all their girls feel ugly.”

The last quote here, I initially read with the Beyonce bit pulled entirely out of context, so it felt more like shade than it perhaps is intended — but I still think it’s an interesting point, because as much as people get annoyed when Taylor Swift stands there in her front-row seat and dances and sings along, it at least has a camaraderie to it that you wouldn’t see from a lot of people.

She recently went to the finals of RuPaul’s Drag Race, but says she’s not particularly interested in attending award shows. [...] She responds better to the unbridled, flamboyant support that RuPaul’s contestants gave one another as they performed. “Beyonce would never be down in the front row cheering on Katy Perry,” she says.

And thus, my complicated relationship with Miley. Like the bratty attention-vortex little sister who makes you roll your eyes and even scream, but she’s not a bad egg and in fact makes you proud sometimes.

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Fug or Fab: Kiernan Shipka


All of these fabrics would make beautiful ribbon around some overpriced baked goods.

Kiernan Shipka at The Fan Girl Press Line at The Los Angeles Film Festival

They make for a bit of a haphazard cocktail-dress experience, though. I think we’re officially entering the period in which Kiernan Shipka transitions from her Unimpeachable and Preternaturally Ladylike Tween Fancies period into something more carefully experimental, like a home brew of two parts Natalie Portman with a dash of Emma Stone. Which, hey, there are worse routes.

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Well Played, Jubilant Men In Beards: Chicago Blackhawks Win the Stanley Cup


The Blackhawks just won their third Cup in six seasons (the other three were the Kings twice GO KINGS GO and the Boston Bruins once), and it was the first time in seventy-seven years they’ve won the cup on home ice. I’m pleased because my mother is from Chicago, so the Blackhawks are who I root for when my own teams — L.A., Calgary, Pittsburgh — wet the bed. And also, I had a hankering for some jubilant beard photos, which never go out of style. I just hope the team Instagram posts a bunch of photos of an ever-increasing mountain made of beard clippings.

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Fugtorious: Victoria Justice


Well. You know how sometimes you store your leftover pizza in the fridge and one piece sticks to another, so that when you try to pull them apart, there’s a wonky transfer of toppings and it ruins things for one of the slices?

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That’s the kind of pizza this bodice is serving: janky, displaced, wilting.

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Your Afternoon Man: Sam Heughan


So, I have a complicated relationship with Outlander (the show; I haven’t yet read the books, because my to-read list is long enough as it is). Specifically, the voice-over and occasionally SUPER hammy acting in the first half of season one threw me off, and in the second half, it got so dreary and repetitive that watching it felt like homework. But I did love Sam Heughan as Jamie Fraser, and unfortunately for him, that means it can be hard to see him out of costume because he is SUCH a slam-dunk in his kilt with his messy hair. Or out of his kilt with his messy hair. Ahem. And so, in honor of him representing Outlander at the Monte Carlo TV festival, let us consider The Many Head-Suits of Sam Heughan.

Anyway, feel free to discuss season one here, since it already aired, but let’s try to keep it spoiler-free about what happens in the books just in case there are people who prefer to let the TV show surprise them. Sound fair?

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Fug Wolf: Holland Roden


She did not look this sour the entire day, but this was just a wonderful marriage of the best view of the outfit, and the facial expression it dearly deserves.

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In the battle for the worst half of this thing, the bastard child of palazzo pants and culottes is being given a serious, impressive run for its money by Satan’s corset.

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