Fug File: SIGH

Met Gala Fug Carpet: Beyonce in Givenchy

I mean, it will surprise no one who knows me that I do not care for this. But I do have other reasons beyond just underbutt. I promise.

[Photos: Getty]



WTFug: Lily Allen

I feel like I just stumbled back in time and into someone’s misguided LSD-fueled seance:

I mean, if you told me she was two seconds away from twirling and then singing “I Got You, Babe,” to a tree, I’d believe you.

And if you’re wondering whether this is as naked if she’s not lifting her arms:

warning: it is


Fugly Gaga

Lady Gaga has been back on the radar for, like, an hour, and I’m ALREADY OVER HER again.

And I was JUST thinking to myself how nice it is that she’d been doing some photos and whatnot looking more like her natural self. I was referring mostly to her FACE. I did not mean that I needed to see ALL OF HER NATURAL SELF. BEDAZZLED BODY CONDOMS ARE NOT CLOTHES.

It gets worse, and please know that this is probably not safe for work.

le sigh


Little Fugsters

If I may borrow from Poltergeist II trailer:

They’re ba-aaaack.

[Photo: Splash]


Fugchella: SIGH

It was very hot in L.A. on Friday and Saturday, so I’m sure the desert was no pleasure.┬áBut … I don’t know, am I alone in thinking a) those cannot possibly count as actual clothes, and b) that it’s weird to go to Coachella like it’s the beach? I mean, this is pretty clearly a bathing suit with the world’s most pointless cover-up (honey, if you didn’t bring enough sunscreen, that is going to create more problems than it solves), not that I would necessarily go to the beach in this, either, because I’m not tiny and young, and I usually think mesh is for gymbags. Kristen Stewart at least inched toward something realer, and Dita Von Teese, as would be expected, went for something that’s by comparison Amish. Come see.

[Photos: WENN, FameFlynet]


Kim Fugphries

Good lord, Kimberly.

She looks like the Mother Superior of a rare order of nuns who live at The Convent of the Garden Party, where they do charitable work on each others’ pedicures and meticulously maintain a gazebo, a lily pond, a patio, and some caged pedestals where various NBA players are locked for weeks at a time. Vespers are every morning at the crack of dawn — so, 11 a.m. sharp — and you are to bring your own eyelash extensions, although the Bellinis are free. Celibacy is encouraged during that time of reflection, but not required, especially if nobody can see you.

Even Kourtney is like, “You’re getting this, right? You are. Thank God. Because this is happening.”

[Photo: Splash News]