Author Archives: Jessica
the production is quite excellent, although I confess it sounds like a rather confusing play. And I say that as a person with a degree in literature who also was once the president of her high school drama club so you know I know my shit. Regardless of all that, what this really means is that she’s tromping around New York every day and we get to eyeball her outfits. Turns out she loves a bootie.
the time he held a baby and made William hold its hand, but we’re getting there and the way this is going, I assume the end of the month will bring us a photo opp where he somehow is found shirtless, washing a car (a carriage?), while George plays with a kitten and Kate is wearing a fabulous pair of striped shoes and holding a shirt that says, “I AM PREGNANT, YOU GUYS!” I approve. It’s all for a good cause, after all.
Kudos to the handsome stone-faced dude for remaining so stoic in the face of such roiling eye-trauma:
The only scenario in which these pants are acceptable are if you’ve just recovered from being dragged behind a train.
[Photo: Pacific Coast News]
You know how Vogue does this series where they ask a celebrity 73 questions in one single shot? (We brought you the Sarah Jessica Parker one, as well, and I just realized both that and this involve ping-pong. Do I have a ping-pong thing?) While this is mildly to the side of our usual editorial coverage (well, technically, someone DOES show up in a jumpsuit), let’s get real: I cannot resist sharing Dan Radcliffe. He is so charming and great, and also his favorite drink — I am about to spoil you — is Diet Coke. I love you, DanRad.
I must admit that when they asked him what his spirit animal was, I screamed out, “IT’S A STAG EVERYONE KNOWS THAT.”
[Courtesy of Vogue]
This might be one of my favorite looks on Meryl, and I have decided that she was styled by her daughter, Louisa Gummer, who is standing there with her (styled in the sense that Louisa came over to the house, went into her mother’s closet, and handed her things to wear; although the truth is that everyone of significance at the premiere of The Giver was coordinated in shades of red and pink, so there was clearly SOMEONE’S guiding hand at work):
I mean, is it a deeply revelatory moment of directional fashion madness made light by the artful hands of a style icon? No. It’s a sparkly top and black pants. But Meryl is not a style icon — although of course she is an icon icon; I spent a lot of last night watching Out of Africa again and then doing the math and realizing that she is younger in that movie than I am now, and feeling weird — and this totally suits her. She looks comfortable in it, and she also looks fun. And anyone who’s ever watched The Golden Globes knows that both these things are probably true.