Unfug or Fab: Cara Delevingne in Saint Laurent


I keep flip-flopping on this, because as usual, Cara Delevingne is bringing her model mojo to the outfit.

cara delevingne paper towns premiere

Ultimately, I’m going with: I wish it were a sparkly gunmetal mini without the continental divide. It just looks too much like an attempted limousine sexcapade caught a literal snag.

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Happy Birthday, Prince George!

Happy second birthday, Prince Squishy McAllCaps, Duke of Muffins, Earl of Mischief,  Baron Sweetcheeks. What better way to celebrate the birthday of a small, charismatic child we don’t personally know (AS FAR AS I AM AWARE) than a giant slideshow of Greatest Hits? Well, maybe cake. But I don’t know where to send you baked goods right now. (PS: if you missed it, Kensington Palace released a new picture of wee HRH yesterday.)

(PPS: If you have oodles of time to devote to this topic and YOU MIGHT, all of George can be found here.)

(PPPS: You probably already know this, but because sometimes people only pop by for George: If you live somewhere other than the United States or Canada, and you wanted to read The Royal We on e-book but were previously thwarted, AT LAST it’s out all over the place on Kindle and iBooks and whatnot, in many many many many countries, from the Netherlands to India to Australia to the UK, and one of which may well be yours. Happy reading!)


The X-Fugtor: Rita Ora in Jean Paul Gaultier

Rita is wearing all this for the X-Factor auditions, for which she is presumably seated behind a giant desk, as is the format on all Simon Cowell shows.

Rita Ora x-factor

Regardless, we are at Crack Level: High. But it’s possible that it looks even CRAZIER when all you can see is the top half. Maybe that’s how she accepts or rejects people: swivels to the All Business side for a yes, and if it’s a no, she rotates to Worst Thing You Ever Saw On Sale At Express.

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GFY Giveaway: The GiGi New York Hayden Satchel


We are VERY excited for today’s giveaway. Those of you who follow me on Instagram, or who have come to any of our recent book signings, have probably seen my own Hayden satchel, which I splashed out for, Treat Yo Self-style, some time last year when GiGi was running a sale. I get tons of compliments on it — I actually wrote down the info about the brand, GiGi New York, on a scrap of paper for one of you at our Chicago book event — so when GiGi asked Heather and me if we’d like to give one away to Fug Nation, we were delighted and we jumped at the chance. The winner will be able to choose the color from the options in the slideshow above (black, navy, cobalt, stone, ivory, white, or saddle [which is the camel color], some of which are embossed to resemble python), and can also have it personalized. We just want to give you nice things!

You can find all the stats on the Hayden satchel at GiGi’s website, and because I have one, I will very likely be able answer any questions you might have about them, too.  (In a couple of weeks, we’re also going to be able to bring Fug Nation a special discount code for GiGi’s site, so you can go crazy and buy yourself a whole pile of bags if you want.)

THE TASK: We will have BUT ONE winner, and I will choose that lucky person at random. But to make it fun, please comment and tell us the one thing that you always have rattling around the bottom of your bag. (Mine is lip gloss.)

THE RULES: All entries must be posted in the comments of this post by 9 p.m. Pacific time on Sunday night, July 26th.  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. The contest is for US residents only.


Fug or Funny the Cover: Amy Schumer on GQ

Oh, this photo shoot. I don’t have a problem with provocative humor, but I prefer it when it’s got a clever spin to it – something beyond a basic Beavis-like chortle: Heh-heh, droid three-way — and my beef is that I can’t really find that here in this package. This is just… Star Wars fever meets Trainwreck meets people’s incessant fascination with whether Amy Schumer is a trainwreck, with the smallest drizzle of that feeling you get when you watch Showgirls and realize Elizabeth Berkeley is not on everyone else’s page. Like, is Amy Schumer still controlling whatever this joke is, or is she — however unintentionally — becoming the butt of it? Some of the pics are at least benign in their semi-pointlessness, like the cantina recast as something out of Coyote Ugly, or Princess Leia in a cab with her iPhone and her entourage, but they’re just the filling in a club sandwich where the bread is made of EYEROLL.

The cover itself is fine — dumb, sure, but it doesn’t bother me quite like some of the inside pics. Can’t Amy Schumer be the funniest person in the galaxy without fellating a light sabre? Please? Her sketches are incisive and insightful. Is this? I don’t really think so. It’s more like something an editor was yearning for an excuse to do because he grew up with a poster of Leia in that bikini on his bedroom ceiling, and once wrote a Listicle about how C-3P0 experiences pleasure. I know Amy built her career on the back of a certain fearless raunch, with jokes about sex and all manner of other things, and she did a mock version of this at GQ’s behest with saucy cover lines that appear to poke fun at the lad-mag genre (in which the Trainwreck Amy works). So maybe you could argue the art direction itself is an affectionate mockery of the medium. The problem is, if that was the case, it didn’t translate. It doesn’t really FEEL like parody. Rather, it transmits as a wannabe-titillating stunt that undercuts the compliment they’re paying her. I wish the validity of a woman’s comedy resume didn’t so often hinge on her readiness to pander to this crowd. Amy obviously may not care, of course; she’s doing fine for herself, and if this is genuinely her jam, then great, live your bliss. But I wonder if it’s ever EXHAUSTING. And the risk is that this box becomes the only place anyone wants to put you. I get that playing into it has gotten her this far, but sometimes when you pile on, all you get is clutter.

[Photos: GQ]



Fug or Fab: Naomie Harris in Cushnie Et Ochs


Regular readers are well aware that I think Naomie Harris is CRAZY GOOD-LOOKING and nothing about this changes that feeling:

"Southpaw" New York Premiere

She is so pretty and I am so excited for the new James Bond, in part because the last one was so good and also because it features SO MANY faces I like: Naomie Harris, my former imaginary lover Ralph Fiennes, Monica Bellucci, Daniel Craig (obvs), Léa Seydoux. It’s just good-looking people talking to/shooting at each other, and I am in.

I am perhaps less sold on this. Full marks for the shoes. She looks great in white. It’s not AGGRESSIVELY HEINOUS, obviously, and it might even be good. But something about it leaves me..if not fully cold, perhaps ever so slightly chilly.

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