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Fugsh: Olivia Wilde in Roksanda

I was going to give Olivia Wilde a hard time for not brushing her hair…

Olivia Wilde

… but, she’s currently being attacked by a parasitic and carnivorous scrunchie, so she can’t come to the phone right now. I’ll leave a message.

[Photo: Splash]


Your Afternoon Men: Tom Mison, John Noble, a Headless Horseman

You probably need to see an out-of-costume Ichabod Crane leaning nonchalantly against a car, John Noble juggling pumpkins, and a horseman, right? Thought so.

[Photos: AKM/GSI]


Happy Fugday, Kim Kardashian

I’ve told this story on GFY before, but: Every time I see Kim at Tao in Las Vegas, I think back to the time in 2007 — a shocking seven years ago now — when my dad and I were staying in the Venetian, and we wandered past Tao just as Kim was being photographed at a step-and-repeat outside. He asked me who it was, and I explained that she was some rando fool who was best-known for hanging out with Paris Hilton. Dad glanced at her, his brows arched in deepest skepticism, and then said with extreme Britishness, “I am not impressed.”

So, in honor of Kim’s birthday appearance at Tao this weekend, I decided to look for that old photo. And juxtapose it with the current one. Some things change (her face), some things remain the same (her taste).

[Photos: Splash, Fame/Flynet]


Fug the Show: Reign recap, season 2 episode 4

In exciting Reign news, this episode involved ZERO GRAIN SHENANIGANS and Mary was kind of awesome in it, for once. She also wore a very good dress. Stay tuned for demonic possession (???), a rather bad performance from a guest star, and railings about how Mary’s ladies-in-waiting are basically REALLY REALLY bad at their jobs.

To start: some poor peasant fool gets menaced by three men on horseback who give him the mark of the devil and force him to give up his soul. He later murders his entire family. There is discussion as to whether this is ACTUAL devilish witchcraft or just some dudes stirring up shit for a variety of reasons + craziness. I’d argue that it would turn out to be the work of Hot, Leather-Wearing Conde (who seems to think it is the work of men, in fact) as a way to Something Something Religion, except of course we’ve seen (WE THINK) a nursemaid being possessed by a dead man. Although she could be in on it. Bash, of course, is pretty sure that we’re all about to get sucked into a fiery pit of hell, thanks to all the ghosts he saw when he was recovering from not having the plague by smashing his forehead against a pillar.

Back at the Castle From Which There Is Never a Progression, Francis and Lola’s son is being christened, and Catherine is throwing the party, because she knows she’s the only human in that castle that they NEVER LEAVE who knows how to get a giant butter sculpture made properly. She also looks fairly awesome in this:


There’s a HUGE amount of yammering about who shall be the child’s godparents, all of which bleeds into a variety of high-spirited conversations between Mary (wearing, as you can see, a variety of curtain valances strung together) and Lola (who is wearing a GORGEOUS dress that makes her look like she was spirited in from a party at Downton) regarding (a) Lola’s guilt over nailing Francis and having his baby (b) whether or not Mary is sufficiently angry about matter (a), (c) if Lola ought to move out for reasons of awkwardness and (d) if she does, doesn’t that make her a rather crappy L in W?


The thing is, ALL of these women are TERRIBLE ladies-in-waiting, from what I can see. Mary is ALWAYS traipsing about alone, tossing people into holes full of plague-ridden peasants and making people mad at her, with nary a woman skittering about at the edges of her petticoats, waiting to see if she needs a hanky or something. Eventually, this comes to a head with Lola and Mary, and they really do have it out in a scene that’s well done by both of them, but of course they make up before the end of the hour because there’s a stabbing that needs dealt with.

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Recent Fugs and Fabs, Taylor Swift

Swifty’s new album was out yesterday — I am sure you heard — and I wonder if that means her Parade of Cute Walking Around Clothes is about to draw to a close, as surely she is exhausted and wants to go sit on a deckchair by a pool for six weeks, drinking Diet Cokes and eating club sandwiches and texting Ed Sheeran supportively mean things about Ellie Goulding. I will miss her purses.

[Photos: AKM/GSI, Fame/Flynet]


Recent Fugs, Fabs, and WTFs: Lady Gaga

We’d better check in and make sure Gaga’s okay.

[Photos: AKM/GSI]