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WTF: Naomi Campbell

You know how people have said, of Naomi Campbell, “the world is her catwalk?”

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Apparently, she’s also of the belief that the world is her walk-in-closet.

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GFY Giveaway: GEORGIA by Dawn Tripp

This one sounds excellent! (Starred review from Publisher’s Weekly, and everything!) I can’t wait to read it myself:

GEORGIA -- cover

Per Amazon:

Georgia O’Keeffe, her love affair with photographer Alfred Stieglitz, and her quest to become an independent artist come vividly to life in this sensual and exquisitely written novel, a dazzling departure into historical fiction by the acclaimed novelist Dawn Tripp.

This is not a love story. If it were, we would have the same story. But he has his, and I have mine.

In 1916, Georgia O’Keeffe is a young, unknown art teacher when she travels to New York to meet Stieglitz, the famed photographer and art dealer, who has discovered O’Keeffe’s work and exhibits it in his gallery. Their connection is instantaneous. O’Keeffe is quickly drawn into Stieglitz’s sophisticated world, becoming his mistress, protégé, and muse, as their attraction deepens into an intense and tempestuous relationship and his photographs of her, both clothed and nude, create a sensation.

Yet as her own creative force develops, Georgia begins to push back against what critics and others are saying about her and her art. And soon she must make difficult choices to live a life she believes in.

A breathtaking work of the imagination, Georgia is the story of a passionate young woman, her search for love and artistic freedom, the sacrifices she will face, and the bold vision that will make her a legend.

THE TASK:  As always, I will pick the winner at random. There will be TEN OF YOU for this one, which is very exciting! To keep it fun, please tell us with which artist, living or dead, you’d most like to have a passionate affair. (Feel free to define “artist” however you chose.)

THE RULES: All entries must be posted in the comments of this post by 9 p.m. Pacific time on Tuesday.  FYI, if this is the first time you’ve commented here, the system will automatically kick you into comment moderation, but don’t worry, I will rescue you.  (Prizing courtesy of Random House. Open to US and Canadian mailing addresses only. Thank you!)



Well Played: Jennifer Aniston in Galvan

Cabernet alert! On Jennifer Aniston, not on my desk, although as they say it is always wine o’clock somewhere.

Jennifer Aniston

I love that on her — it’s not as HELLO RED as she usually goes, neither is it black, white, beige, or grey — and she’s accessorized it nicely, albeit with a few of her typical tendrils that I wish I could scrape out of her face. Still. A new hue! LOOK AT ALL OF THIS GROWTH.

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Kinda Well Played, Kristen Wiig in Marc Jacobs

Some of you are going to think I am CRAZY. But hear me out!

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YES, OF COURSE I wish it were lined, but you know that. Fish gotta swim, birds gotta fly, I’m gonna want things to be lined ’til I die. No, I don’t know why it looks like a Kleenex she used to blot her lipstick is stuck, static-cling-style, to her hip. But I do know something, and it’s that Wiig here looks totally ready to tackle another glamorous broad, right into a lily pond, and settle some shit. And sometimes that’s EXACTLY the kind of look I want on the red carpet.

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Well Played, Penelope Cruz in Balmain

This dress feels like a distant cousin of Jenna Dewan-Tatum’s lovely wine-bag of a few weeks ago:

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Essentially, she is continuing to kill this press tour. Is this a little bit holiday party? Yes. Does she look a LITTLE bit like she’s wearing a dramatic dining room chair from, oh, I don’t know, the Showgirls-inspired dining room of one Donatella Versace? YES. Do I now desperately desire a collection that’s ALL based on rooms in Donatella’s house? FOR SURE. Do I care that this is actually Balmain? NOPE. In other words: Please carry on.

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Fugpool: Blake Lively in Chanel (With Bonus Ryan Reynolds)

I guess enough time has passed since the death of Preserve, and now Blake can come out of hiding. (Just for fun, if you want, please visit our quiz from last Christmas about whether you can tell the purple, florid prose of Preserve from that of the infamous J Pederman catalog.) It’s nice to see her. Welcome back, Serena.

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Fug the Show: War & Peace Recap, The Finale

As I noted to a Fug National on our Facebook page (you should like us!), I sat down to this thinking, how the dickens are they going to jam like 800 pages of plot into 86 minutes? The answer: fast and furiously, and with way more war shoved in here than in previous installments. (Also, shout-out to whoever edited the PREVIOUSLY ON WAR & PEACE, for including a line of Natasha’s Dad grousing, “we’re at war!…AGAIN.” I laughed.)

Er, lots of spoilers to follow, obviously:

ANATOLE: Remember how Andrei decided he was gonna have to murder Anatole to make up for how Anatole tried to seduce his lady? Well, Napoleon takes care of this for him, because Andrei and Anatole end up on pallets next to each other in the battlefield hospital tent because Andrei decided to let a bomb explode on him (because of his OVERWHELMING SADS) and Anatole had his leg sawed off without benefit of anesthesia. Andrei is like, “eh, close enough” and, ergo, they make up. (Also, Andrei is having a spiritual awakening about the universe, which makes him more generous of spirit.)

ANDREI: Intentionally gets himself exploded, and winds up billeted with Natasha’s family as he slowly, elegantly, beautifully dies. Before he does, they both beg forgiveness of one another for all their various missteps in the Question of the Anatole Affair, and it’s quite romantic and sad.

MOSCOW (the city): Has some real BIG problems; rebounds pretty well, considering.

NAPOLEON: Gets to monologue, like, a lot.  Feels thwarted by Russian weather. Massages no ears.

PIERRE: Witnesses the horrors of war; decides he need to assassinate Napoleon, but doesn’t get around to it; saves a child from a burning building; has a variety of issues with the French army, including nearly getting executed by a firing squad; hangs out in a prison for a while where he learns Stuff About Life from a Wise Fellow Prisoner; is very cold as a prisoner of war being moved around in snow, and finally is excitingly rescued by Dolokhov and Denisov; has an emotional reunion with a potato; eventually gets to marry Natasha, and have many many babies, which is ABSOLUTELY for the best for both of them.

NATASHA: Kindly opens the Rostov house to wounded soldiers, tries to talk her hoarder mother into leaving some of ALL OF THEIR STUFF behind; is devastated by Andrei’s loss; her dad AND her little brother die (the latter quite bravely; the former, I did not recognize in his casket without his usual funky hat); and, finally, she rebounds nicely with Pierre, who will be extremely kind to her for the rest of their lives.

HELENE: Is, of course, punished for her carnal sins. She tries to reach Pierre so that he can lie and say they never consummated her marriage, so she can marry the father of her unborn child. He, of course, is out of pocket due to…the above. She is thus SHUNNED BY POLITE SOCIETY, after which she tries to induce a miscarriage, and then of course she dies after taking the drugs. I have NO IDEA if her brother/lover Anatole also dies, or if he’s wandering around Russia with one leg now, or what.

NIKOLAI: Is writing to Sonya to break up with her so he can marry Marya (whom he loves AND who is CONVENIENTLY rich, although he has some moments of Stubborn Masculine Pride about this) when Sonya writes to HIM to tell him to do just that so that he can save his ruined family. (She passive-aggressively notes that she’ll love him forever, but ALSO tells him she never really thought they’d get married anyway, and notes that she’s “used to” being self-sacrificing. Poor Sonya.) He also gets a very happy ending.

SONYA: GETS NOTHING but I guess isn’t turned out into the street?