Fugger: Emma Stone

Fug the Cover: Vanity Fair’s Hollywood Issue


I’m starting to wonder if Emma Stone’s people have a nefarious plan. Specifically, if they are worried that she is so universally adored and adorable, that backlash is inevitable and potentially harsh. So they’re arranging for her to look less than her best on magazine covers as a way of engendering sympathy and reminding people that, hey, even Emma Stone is just like us: imperfect.

I mean, she’s still Emma Stone, so she’s starting out ahead in the “plus” ledger. But she seems sort of… tired, and unenthralled, and maybe a little bit like even though somebody told the photographer she adored this idea, she doesn’t really understand why the hell she’s in bed with two grown-ass celebrity men in animal costumes. Bradley Cooper is smiling dazedly as if he just woke up (or achieved chemical bliss) and thinks he’s wearing a Snuggie, and Affleck barely even looks like he IS wearing a costume; it’s like he and an amiable grizzly poked their heads into the shot for a cuddle, and the grizzly didn’t care for the length of the lens.

The cover lines also feel strangely like Vanity Fair is auditioning a teen version. I can’t wait to read the Leslie Bennetts profile on iCarly, and a searing social and photographic essay on the history of lunchroom etiquette in Hollywood.

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Fug the Cover: Emma Stone in W


I understand the desire to do something artsy and different, giving you a new and exciting way to view a celebrity (see: Chastain’s first cover of this same magazine). But there’s “different” and then there’s “Oh, come on, really?” This looks like a photo some girl texted to her boyfriend six hours before Prom.

[Photos: W magazine]

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Fug or Fab: Emma Stone


Gangster Squad looks like one of those movies that’s basically terrible, but in which everyone looks fantastic (other than Sean Penn, who looks like he fell face-first into a bucket of Play-Doh), and you end up watching on USA Network whenever you have the flu. I can’t be completely negative about a movie where Emma Stone is properly red-headed and also gets to cavort with Ryan Gosling. Basically, I think Stone and Gosling should always co-star, in everything.

On the whole, honestly, I think this is pretty great.  I might have accessorized it differently – do you think the pin on the belt fights with the necklace? I truly can’t decide — and I desperately wish her shoes weren’t ALSO red, not just because it’s matchy-matchy, but also because they blend into the carpet and she looks like she’s floating around, disemfooted.  Otherwise, I say YAY EMMA STONE. Yay!

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Well Played, Emma Stone


There is NO WAY she wasn’t dressed by committee with input from Revlon here, which makes it even more of a miracle that she looks so subtle and good (not because Revlon doesn’t know what they’re talking about, but because ANYTHING done by committee is in danger of veering off the edge of a cliff and smack into a fiery pit of boiling lava):

I would also like to find the person who decided to put her into those shoes rather than beige ones and buy her a drink and shake her hand and give her a high five and pay for her cab ride home.  This whole look is like SPECTACULARLY subtle, but the shoes keep it from being in danger crossing over into Yawnsville, and that’s some high-level work.

[Photo: Getty]

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Fugs and Fabs: the CFDA/Vogue Fashion Fund Awards


Some of these are more successful than others. I love the Vogue Wall of Bushes behind everyone though. First of all, it’s an elegant backdrop for arrival pictures and you know that’s one of the reasons Vogue always uses it.  Second,  I like to imagine that Anna makes every celebrity compete in a mini Triwizard Tournament to get to the open bar, and this is the hedge maze portion of the evening.

[Photos: Getty]

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Well Played, Emma Stone


That last slideshow made my soul microwave itself. I figured six consecutive slides in which I became increasingly frustrated was easier to swallow than six posts, but still. I don’t know if Emma Stone is just washing that grey right out of my hair, or if this is great on its own merits.

The sleeves are bunching up weirdly at her elbows, like an excess of cellophane, but the color is lively on her and she’s carrying it off beautifully, and she threw in a houndstooth shoe, which is the perfect splash of activity. What’s more, for some reason the collar and the whole charmingly demure vibe are giving me Annie flashbacks, and that is a great place to be. Okay, so she was an orphan and living in squalor, but she had pluck! And surprisingly competent dental care considering you know Miss Hannigan just handed Mr. Bundles a quarter, a toothpick, a ball-peen  hammer, and a flashlight, and told him to do his best. Sigh. Where were we again? Oh right: I like this.

[Photo: Getty]

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