Mary Elizabeth Winstead is here to get wasted. measuredly wasted, sure, but wasted nevertheless. Tonight, her swill-sidekick will be Emmy-friendly actor Aaron Paul of Breaking Bad, and their DD will be film director James Ponsoldt, who unites the two as drunken lovers in forthcoming drama, Smashed. It’s enviable “research.” But first, let’s talk about Winstead’s lead in The Thing, which did its thing through theatres last month. It’s not only an extraterrestrial arctic slaughter-fest wherein Winstead plays a parka-swaddled grad student eluding a transmutative, homicidal thing, but a prequel to John Carpenter’s 1982 masterpiece of the same title. Regards...
Natasha vita-more gazed up from a dormant volcano’s pit and felt she was inside her vagina. It was 1981, and she had just experienced an ectopic pregnancy in Japan. Subsequently, and perhaps prematurely, accepting a role in the film Sleeping Goddess, Waking Muse, Vita-More had set off to the gorgeous Hawaiian landscapes. Inside that pit, mourning her body and her baby, she heard the universe echo. Inspiring a revelation that human enhancements could be made through emerging technologies, Vita-More published the Transhumanist Arts Statement a few years later, a manifesto championing emotional freedom as a vital cog of the transhumanist’s life. Transhumanism is a...
The upstairs neighbors are not happy. We’re seated in the alleyway behind the back of a yuppie Moroccan café on Fountain Avenue since Cinnamon, Emmy Rossum’s Yorkie, isn’t allowed inside. Calls to the manager have been made. Said manager tells Rossum that the neighbors tattled that she was quote, screaming, unquote. Rossum doesn’t blink. In fact, the whole exchange transports her back to Manhattan, her hometown. A story comes to her, and her voice raises at the exciting bits—no uppity upstairs neighbors will stifle her expression. “This apartment building I grew up in,” she reminisces, “there was this woman who was probably 70 years old. She would always walk around in this...
She’s a blonde bombshell and billionaire heiress that the paparazzi can’t get enough of who has recently made her first forays into the world of fashion. Here’s a hint: Her first name is a five-letter word that is also one of the world’s most enchanting destinations… And it starts with a “P.” It’s a cinch, right? Well, how about when I tell you that Miss Mystery Girl doesn’t party, recently married a man she calls her “high school sweetheart,” talks to her mother twice a day, spends most nights bowling, and despises the camera so much that she literally fainted at the mere sight of it at her recent Flaunt photo shoot? ...
You shouldn’t have eaten the pizza. Dov Charney hates pizza. And during a wave of Toronto rummage sale hysteria (previously Ottawa and Montreal), after telling you the quick hit event is his “high rotation, high velocity answer to Forever 21”—that god-awful scourge of sustainability—you see him stare deep into the eyes of one of his employees and ask where the food is? A young fashion blogger has shown up, overly vintage-clad with optical rims bigger than her cheeks, and should be politely offered a bite to eat, a sip of something, before walking off with the CEO and Founder of American Apparel to conduct a brief interview. In this case, Charney isn’t thinking for himself...
It’s no secret that hip hop and luxury go together like a horse and carriage, but sometimes the carriage is a bit reluctant to admit the horse drives his business. When New Jersey Nets owner (and legendary rapper) Jay-Z banned Cristal from his 40-40 Club upon the champagne company CEO Frédéric Rouzaud’s regarding of the hip hop market with “curiosity,” an embarrassed Rouzaud backpedaled, saying in a press release, “I welcome this opportunity to set the record straight and express our gratitude that people from a diversity of cultures and countries have been enjoying our wine.” In an AP article about the subject: “Louis Vuitton, which tied with Cristal at No. 8 on the list...
