Fugger: Rita Ora

Fug the Candid: Rita Ora at LAX

Honey. No.

The flight to New York’s only five hours. You have got to get a grip.

[Photo: WENN]


Vanity Fair Oscar Party Fug Carpet: Rita Ora in Miu Miu

It’s so generous of Rita Ora to wish us all peace.

Personally, if I’d just been ravaged by a JoAnn’s Fabrics employee with a stapler and a glitter gun, I’d be wishing everyone a quick bout of hysterical blindness.

[Photo: Getty]


Casual Fuggerday: Coats Coats Coats

I miss chilly New York already, although it’s a HUGE money-savings to live in LA because I can’t indulge my outerwear fetish.

[Photos: Fame/Flynet, Pacific Coast News]


BRIT Awards Fug Carpet: Rita Ora

Now that I’ve seen Rita interviewed a couple times — she seems like a lot of fun, but in a sprightly way, not an “and then I woke up wearing a throw-pillow on my head and my mouth tasted like dead bugs and why is there ONE legwarmer on my arm and WHERE is half of my hair” way — I get even more bummed out when she tosses on a garment that doesn’t do herself justice.

This is obviously very bright and it’s got green sparkles glued to it and there’s a slight plunge, but none of it adds up properly. The math isn’t sound. It’s like someone took all the elements of a dress and threw them on her carelessly and that’s why we have something that maybe doesn’t fit that well and hangs poorly and looks like a full-body apron at a Vegas club called Casserole.

[Photos: WENN]


Elle Style Awards: Fugs and Fabs of the Rest

I seriously feel like Elle, every year, must have a conversation that goes thusly: “Should we UNDERLINE the word ‘style’? Do they just not see it in there?”

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New York Fugshion Week: Day Five Celebs

Today was the day I marched around with a curling iron burn mark on my FACE, because I am that cool.

We were standing so close to Solange at Milly that our hair may have started a conversation, but we chickened out of doing it ourselves.

Debra Messing seemed to be having a great time at Dennis Basso, but she might want to be careful about shouting out her phone number. One never knows who’s listening.

The Carolina Herrera show began with us entering through a Hall of Men. No, really. We assume Dita Von Teese didn’t enter that way because that’s what she does every other day of her life.

We feared for our lives at Alice + Olivia.

Hugh Jackman is pretty damn delicious in person. Thank you, Donna Karan. Plus: bonus Katie Holmes sighting.