Fugger: Tyra Banks

The Fugra Banks Show

I can’t believe¬†Tyra is returning to daytime TV, in a show that sounds like it’s The Talk mixed with The Doctors. She should call it The Knockoff. (In all seriousness, though, Tyra is mad entertaining at full boar, and I will totally watch it to see if she again bravely confronts her fear of dolphins, or rewards a girl for facing her fear of clowns WITH TICKETS TO THE CIRCUS moments after giving diamonds to a girl who was afraid to put a cookie sheet in an oven).

Tyra Banks at the 'Good Morning America' show in NYC

I also can’t believe she let this happen to her. Why would you ever voluntarily WEAR¬†a shirt that looks like you don’t understand how to USE a shirt?

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New York Fugshion Week: Celebs of Day Seven

One more day of Fashion Week remains — and, in fact, one more show. ONE MORE SHOW, ONE SHOW MORE! By the way, you can tell how hot it was yesterday by a lot of these pictures. Many people look droopy and a lot of them look like they’re suffering from brain fever.

We luxuriated in the GLORY that is The Blonds and the crazy that is Betsey Johnson, and spied the likes of Johnny Weir, Paris Hilton (AGAIN YOU GUYS, SHE’S BACK), Kat Graham (pantsless), and Tyra (pantsed) therein.

– I talked to Kat Graham at Jeremy Scott and she was charming. We chatted a bit about Vampire Diaries, and the issues that arise when your character never gets to change her clothes due to, you know, TEMPORAL ISSUES. (In case for some reason, you’re not caught up yet. Which is something you need to do.) We had to talk about something while Nicki Minaj made us all wait FOREVER.

– We announced to a certain CW someone that we are disgusting at Rachel Zoe, and it was true: it was HOT yesterday. Also, we spoke to Fruitvale Station‘s Melonie Diaz at J Mendel. She’s very into Pinterest right now.

–And, possibly most thrillingly, I spoke to Gabriel Mann at Nanette Lepore, and he squeezed my arm and used the words “hyper-sexual manipulations,” so I think we’re engaged now. MAZEL TOV TO ME!



Casual Fuggerday: The “Day of Indulgence” Party

CHRISTINA HENDRICKS GOT IT RIGHT. ALL BY HERSELF. I am so pleased; alas, this pleasure, it will surely be fleeting.

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Fug the Party: ANTM

It’s sad to me that the beginning of the twentieth cycle of ANTM should have such a sparse red carpet. More people than this showed up, but I hadn’t heard of very many of them. Twenty seasons of a reality show should yield more winners at the party than you can count on one hand, plus lots of former contestants, and guest judges… sigh. Maybe let’s just close our eyes and remember the good times, like when everyone thought Cycle Four Michelle had a flesh-eating disease, or Amanda delivering “moving” “poetry” to describe her almost-blindness, or… Jade doing anything.

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Fugs and Fabs of the CW, CBS And Showtime TCA Party: The Women

As much as it pains me to say it: a lot of people looked surprisingly good at this event. And it’s always fun to look back at these TCA parties six months later, because some of the newbies will have become well and truly familiar, and some of the other newbies will still be as anonymous as they are right now. No pressure, actors!

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Fug or Fab: Tyra Banks

So, apparently Tyra threw a party about celebrating the awesomeness of your flaws, called — wait for it; I’m sure you can’t POSSIBLY imagine where this is going — the Flawsome Ball. Except whenever I say it out loud, like to the empty room and such, it sounds like “The Flossing Ball,” which is a whole other ball of waxed. HA. SEE WHAT I DID THERE? Waxed, like floss? Oh, you guys, it has been A Week. My brain is running on demi-fumes left behind by the fumes with which I’m normally working.

Anyway, perhaps Tyra saw this flawsome flossin’ thing coming…

… because this is definitely a loving homage to dental tape. The thing is, I actually might really LIKE it, and not just because flossing has been so good for my gums (do you hear me, kids?). It’s like a gown version of Pink’s infamous strategically taped bodysuit, but with zero percent chance of visible cameltoe. It’s also got a dash of the Seuss about it, and looks like something that would be growing in Willy Wonka’s candy garden right next to the molten chocolate river, near the whipped-cream toadstools. It makes me smile, and for a party where you’re basically out to cheer up teenagers, it’s the right level of exuberance. I don’t know; I was charmed, even if the hair is a little odd. But I fully recognize that I might be alone on that island, and if that’s true, please could somebody send me some SPF?

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