Lindsay Lohan might have a hot new man on her arm, but it seems that she still can’t manage to find herself a decent job – especially since she’s gotten on the wrong side of India. Yes India, the country.
So… LiLo has lost her job at a fashion label, can’t seem to find any decent film work (lets face it, she’s not going to be in The Parent Trap II) and is overshadowed as a DJ by her ex Samantha Ronson.
Luckily though, Linds thought she might jump on the celebrity documentary bandwagon and make a doc for the BBC about child labour in India, great idea. Well until the Indian government found out she was working there without a visa.
The poor little lass might even be having her name added to an “immigration blacklist” after it was discovered she didn’t have the right documents, and even worse, officials also accused her of “trivialising child labour” in a Twitter update that she posted while working on the programme which read; “Over 40 children saved so far … Within one day’s work … This is what life is about …”
Finally, the day Samantha Ronson (and the LAPD stalker division) has waited for.
Lindsay LOLohan is digging her dirty fingernails into someone else…FORTUNATELY for Samantha, it’s not her. UNFORTUNATELY, for Samantha, the guy’s name is Sam.
Via RadarOnline:
According to inside sources, European model Sam Webb is the new man in Lindsay’s life.
“She’s obsessed with Sam. She’s looking for projects that are based in England so she can be near him,” a source close to Lindsay exclusively tells RadarOnline.com.
The new Sam, a Dolce & Gabbana model who lives in London, accompanied Lindsay to both Paris Fashion Week as well as Milan Fashion Week.
“She’s been talking about moving to England because of him. She’s fallen pretty hard for him and follows him wherever he goes,” said one source. “She loves that he’s part of the fashion scene and that he’s legitimate. He has done huge campaigns and she can actually talk about Karl Lagerfeld and he knows who she’s talking about. She’s in heaven.”
She’s fallen pretty hard for him and follows him wherever he goes,”
Man, just when the task force thought they could grab a box or 6 of Krispy Kremes and call it a day…
India’s government may add Lindsay Lohan’s name to the country’s immigration blacklist, UK’s Telegraph reports.
In December Lindsay went to India to shoot a documentary about sex trafficking on a tourist visa rather than a work visa. She might have gotten away with violating the country’s visa rules had she not caught the attention of officials by lying over Twitter about the number of children she saved by raiding a child labor sweatshop.
“Over 40 children saved so far … Within one day’s work … This is what life is about … Doing THIS is a life worth living!!!” she tweeted while she was there.
And: “Focusing on celebrities and lies is so disconcerting, when we can be changing the world one child at a time … hope everyone can see that.”
The raid was completed before Lohan arrived in India, according to the Telegraph. Activists who actually participated in the raid were upset by her comments and alerted officials. Her case is being reviewed in New Delhi and will be ruled on soon.
Michael Lohan reportedly SUFFERED a heart attack yesterday afternoon…
Via TMZ,
Michael Lohan was taken to a hospital in New York after suffering chest pains that radiated to his arms. Kate says an EKG showed evidence of a heart attack.
Kate says Michael is at St. Francis Hospital in Manhasset. She says Michael will undergo a “procedure” but wasn’t specific.
I’m glad someone called Lindsay ASAP. You know the ambulance is always ready and waiting outside her house…
Lindsay Lohan seems to have gotten over her lesbian phase and is back on the men after it was reported that she’s currently dating British model, Sam Webb.
Obviously we’re happy that the star has finally gotten over her ex-girlfriend Samantha Ronson, yet we are rather puzzled at why she’s decided to shack up with someone with pretty much the same name!
Nevertheless, Lohan is apparently “obsessed” with her new boyfriend, allegedly telling friends that she has “fallen” for Sam, who then passed this information onto Radar magazine (naturally); “She’s obsessed with Sam. She’s looking for projects that are based in England so she can be near him. She’s been talking about moving to England because of him. She’s fallen pretty hard for him and follows him wherever he goes.
“She loves that he’s part of the fashion scene and that he’s legitimate. He has done huge campaigns and she can actually talk about Karl Lagerfeld and he knows who she’s talking about. She’s in heaven.”
Wow, so do we think the whole Samantha Ronson stalking thing is over now?
Troubled actress Lindsay Lohan may not be getting the plum film roles anymore, but she might bring in millions in a lawsuit over a widely viewed television ad.
Lohan, 23, has sued online brokerage E-Trade for $100 million alleging that a company ad in which a baby named Lindsay is referred to as a “milkaholic” violated her rights, according to the New York Post Tuesday.
The ad debuted during the Super Bowl in February and featured a baby boy apologising to his girlfriend for standing her up because he was too busy trading shares. “And that milkaholic Lindsay wasn’t over?” the baby girl asks before another baby girl pops into the screen saying, “Milk-a-whaaat?” It was the latest in a series of ads featuring the babies in a bid to show the ease of the online trading system.
In the lawsuit filed Monday, Lohan’s lawyer said the ad was a clear reference to her client, who has a dismal record of substance abuse.
“Many celebrities are known by one name only, and E-Trade is using that knowledge to profit,” Lohan’s lawyer, Stephanie Ovadia, said in a statement. “They’re using her name as a parody of her life. Why didn’t they use the name Susan? This is a subliminal message. Everybody’s talking about it and saying it’s Lindsay Lohan.”
A statement from the ad agency that produced the commercial denied that it was referring to Lohan, and said they “just used a popular baby name that happened to be the name of someone on the account team”.
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Lindsay Lohan – Continuing to get her full fill of the fashionable happenings in Europe, Lindsay Lohan spent the weekend attending a variety of the Paris Fashion Week shows.
On Sunday (March 7), the “Georgia Rule” actress made her way over to Halle Freyssinet for the John Galliano Ready to Wear show, at which she grabbed a prime seat alongside Sidney Toledano.
The previous day, LiLo joined up with actor Gary Dourdan for the fabulous Viktor & Rolf Ready to Wear display held at Espace Ephemere Tuileries.
Tweeting of the outing, Miss Lohan excitedly wrote, “Viktor&Rolf was AMAZING! What a brilliant show! I love fashion&fashion week in Paris!!!!!”
“Girly” Category: 1st August
Title
Rachel’s Score (/5)
James’ Score (/5)
Total Score (/10)
1
Mean Girls
3.5
2.5
6
2
Bring It On
2
2.5
4.5
3
Because I Said So
4
1.5
5.5
4
Pretty Woman
4
3.5
7.5
5
The Notebook
5
4
9
6
The Devil Wears Prada
3
3
6
7
Atonement
4
3.5
7.5
Average: 6.6/10
Reviews
Mean Girls: A movie about the popular girls at school takes a good, but not too deep, look at the importance of friendship and being true to yourself. It has funny moments and is by far the best Lindsay Lohan movie since “The Parent Trap”. To me it seemed ironic to cast LiLo in a movie which encourages girls to stick together and not bring each other down (“stop calling each other bitches and whores, it only makes it okay for guys to do the same”) but luckily due to excellent performances by the rest of the plastics, including the always gorgeous Rachel McAdams, LiLo manages to stay out of the focus. Good for watching if you’re bored on a Saturday even if it’s just to remind you that fetch will never work. Stop trying to make it work!
Bring It On: A fun movie about a group of high school cheerleaders that pretends to be nothing but just that. While “Bring It On” won’t be winning any Oscar nods anytime soon, it’s ability to keep the lighthearted fun going right till the end means it doesn’t really matter. A good flick for when you want to watch a movie but aren’t in the mood for a heavy drama.
Because I Said So: A story about mothers and daughters and falling in love. A nice twist on the romantic comedy with some touching scenes. Best for watching with your mother or daughter.
Pretty Woman: This movie is timeless. It always amazes me how much this movie has the audience rooting for the underdog which in this case is a prostitute named Vivienne. There is no doubt in my mind as to why this movie has become a classic and will be forever. Simple, beautiful story with amazing direction.
The Devil Wears Prada: Although this is a wonderful movie I feel it could have been made better with a different cast particularly in Anne Hathaway’s role. Similar to her previous movie “The Princess Diaries” only less believable as she is already “fixed up” when the movie starts. I feel that this movie didn’t have me on the side of the main character as muhc as it could have.
Atonement: This movie was a big suprise to me. I didn’t expect such a moody and dark atmosphere but this only served to make the movie better. This movie moves and switches from person to person in such a sharp way that it can’t help but set a slightly disturbing tone over the whole movie. A simple story told through the clever use of emotions.
The Notebook: I’ve left this movie till the end as it is the highest rating movie to date. A gorgeous story of true love that spans a lifetime. This movie will leave not a dry eye as it tells the story of two lovers who show that neither time nor distance can stand in the way of true love. If you’re in love or believe in love, this is the movie for you. Also stars the gorgeous Rachel McAdams.
The pager beeped just after ten that night, four hours after I had put the APB out on the wire for my suspect. I put on my black and blue marbled eel skin cowboy boots, grabbed the rich dark brown Stetson and equally hued trench coat from my deer leg coat rack and headed out the door quickly. I felt guilty almost immediately as I began grumbling to myself about the lateness of the evening as I headed to the lime green Gremlin that served as my steed in the pursuit of justice against those who would break the highest law of the land: the Fire Code. Justice, just as crime, did not punch a time clock. For twenty three years I’ve been serving the most demanding of mistresses to reach the apex of that servitude; Fire Marshal.
When I was promoted to this esteemed position three years ago it was a big-to-do; it seemed like the entire city turned out for the ceremony with the mayor putting the seal of the office and a purple silk strap around my neck. As the mayor shook my hand he talked about how great it was that a five foot two, myopic, overweight, asthmatic, diabetic, narcoleptic man could reach such heights – thank goodness, he said, for affirmative action – and, the mayor quickly added, showing that by hard work, sacrificing a personal life – burning potential bridges by burning the midnight oil at both ends, anyone could accomplish what they set their minds to. I thanked the mayor for his kind words then, as my first act as Fire Marshal, arrested him for uttering false accusations of arson against me.
It took me fifteen seconds to drive the half block distance from home to the police station where the Mounties were holding suspect. I walked in hurriedly, ignoring the gasps from the various officers standing around in the reception obviously in awe of the way I carried myself with confidence and purpose as I tossed my hat and coat at the dispatcher, telling her hang them up for me, please. I could hear her faintly behind me calling me with a “but, but”, probably wanting to tell me which room my perp was being held in but I already knew; I had a sixth sense that sniffed out the guilty – besides there was a group of nine or ten people, some officers, some arrestees, gathered at the end of the hall staring and cackling at the person they were observing on the other side of the one way window they sere all ogling through. I was livid; it didn’t make a difference to me that the suspect was some big star – and it shouldn’t have mattered to them either.
“Get the Sam Hill away from there,” I barked, startling the crowd. One of the junior officers with the department for about six months, Jensen, without taking his eyes off the window answered.
“Yes, sir! We collared him two hours away about to board a plane, but airport security received your bulletin and held him until arrived and brought him…” Jensen turned around then stopped his report, opting to just stare at me. It was one of the prices of esteem, I guess, he was made speechless by being in my presence. It was no excuse for the unprofessionalism I had just witnessed but I decided that I could let his indiscretion go…this time.
I took the clipboard Jensen was holding in his hand, scanning the pages it held. Anderson, Kisean Jamal, AKA Sean Kingston, age 20, occupation, entertainer, yup, this was the suspect in the Grand Hotel investigation, alright. There had been no issues with the arrest; the suspect had cooperated completely, waived his right to have a lawyer present. I glanced in the window at Kingston; he was sitting down at the single chair on the far side of the ten by three foot table. He didn’t look worried, just seemed to be confidently contemplating the look of the white sterile walls of the thirteen by thirteen room with lack lustre interest. I’d be making sure that I changed that one’s attitude right quick.
“I’ll take it from here, son,” I said, patting the young officer on the shoulder before entering the interrogation room. I let the door slam shut behind me, making Kingston jump a little out of whatever sick twisted daydream celebrities’ lolly-gag about when they aren’t preening for the press and walked briskly to the table side nearest to the door.
The entertainer began to shift nervously as I stood with hands curled into a tight fist against the faux-wood table top with my arms locked across from him – good; I had struck the fear of authority into him. His eyes flitted eradicately around the room rather than staring back at stern dark brown eyes; obviously because he knew that he had been caught dead to rights and the guilt was eating him up without me having to provoke shame from within him. Funny how the cockiness evaporates from these stars when they come face to face with someone who isn’t going to fawn and pander blindly to them.
“So, Mr. Kingston,” I growled deeply, “You think it’s alright that I had to pull my butt out of my hot tub because of your negligent actions?”
“No, but you could have at least put on some pants,” he answered weakly. That smarmy lad! His eyes focused on the sprinkler above his head as I vibrated with anger at his insolence.
“Oooh, I’m sooooo sorry, I didn’t realize that there was a dress code for questioning a suspect in a criminal case,” I cooed sarcastically.
“At least some boxers would have been nice….”
That did it! I tromped around the table where the suspect tried to shrink himself into the back of his chair as I stood only a foot in front of him. I jutted my finger at him and shook it violently as I told him that justice, just like crime, doesn’t have a time card. He asked politely if I would stop shaking that thing at him, which was a little confusing because I couldn’t help but notice that his head was tilted downward at the time where his peripheral vision wouldn’t have even registered my finger.
With his eyes closed tight, Kingston said that he came willingly with the officers so that he could clear up any misunderstandings that he was unaware of doing, let alone being investigated for. I snorted and slapped my hip, which he then requested that I please tell him that was not me sitting down heavily on the table – celebrities, they’re not like you and I…they talk in tongues sometimes. I had a crime to wrap up; I wasn’t in the mood to humour some damn celebrity’s character nuances.
“Last night at the Grand Hotel Convention Hall SOMEONE decided it would be ‘funny’ to shout out that there was a fire which resulted in 200 hundred calls to 9-1-1 at the same time that overloaded the entire disaster emergency system and 65 people being trampled to death,” I stated.
“That’s terrible!” Kingston gasped, though I noticed he still wouldn’t look at me. The look of horror in his face turned to relief. “Wait a minute, I’ve never been to the Grand Hotel, in fact, I’ve never been to this town before tonight –I couldn’t possibly have anything to do with this tragedy. I’m afraid, sir, you have me mistaken for someone else!”
The nerve! I wasn’t going to stand for this; I decided to press him with the facts.
“Listen here, Mr. Smarty, did you not say…” I shook the clipboard in front of his face, “’Somebody call 9-1-1, Shawty burning up the dance floor, fire burning, fire burning’? Did you not also mention that all the exits were blocked? Did you, huh, DON’T YOU!”
The entertainer’s mouth dropped open; for the first time since I had entered the interrogation room, Kingston looked at me right in the eyes.
“Do you mean to tell me that all this,” he said as he waved his hands wildly about the room, “is because of some lyrics from one of my songs? Did you fall off a ladder lately or did your mom and dad have the same last name before they got married? IT’S JUST A SONG!”
The arrogance! To Hell if I was going to let some celebrity take that ‘holier-than-thou’ attitude with me over such a serious matter; I had fallen from a step ladder only two days before. I don’t know what he was inferring about my parents but from what they had told me growing up, Flitsinburgeritz was a very common last name just two counties down though I had never left town to attend any extended family functions. Something about my broncles and aunsters having mental issues, my parents didn’t want me to be exposed to. It was to protect me from that that my parents moved here when they discovered mother was pregnant so naturally when they passed away I continued to respect the sacrifice they obviously had made to keep me safe. I wasn’t going to let some smarmy “star” side track me from the issue.
“Just a song, you say? Just a song? Is that your defence of your callousness and lack of concern for public safety?” I shot back. “Those people in the Grand Hotel especially, are those who need our protection the most!”
Kingston’s face blanched.
“Oh my God! They weren’t mentally handicapped, were they?”
“If only they were so lucky,” I said sternly, bending down until we were almost nose to nose, “These were people who bought Sarah Palin’s autobiography.” I could see Kingston’s mind beginning to see the ramifications of his carelessness in lyric choice. He buried his face into his hands.
“I didn’t think….how could I have known….I….I…should have pushed the label harder for a warning label for Republicans….I…I,” he sobbed.
I told the remorseful singer that I wasn’t going to charge him for the deaths of those 65 people; he was going to be released – after he took a course in public safety awareness and responsibility. He asked where he would have to report to enrol in the course. I gave him a pat on the shoulder, telling him it was his lucky night – we just so happened to be running one expressedly for his benefit that night.
I led Kingston out of the interrogation room, down the hallway and retrieved my hat and coat from the dispatcher who must have anticipated our departure time to have them ready like that though I couldn’t help but think for the briefest of moments that she seemed almost frozen in the position I remembered her being in when I first arrived. I opened the passenger side door of the Gremlin for the entertainer and with a few sputters of the turning of the ignition switched as I took my place in the driver’s seat; we were off for a teachable moment.
We drove past the city limits in silence for the most part, except Kingston asking about whether or not I had a rubber hose, shovel or rope in the back…celebrities, who knows what kind of freaky stuff they are into. When we were about twenty klicks out of town I pulled into the Franklin’s field that had its wheat crop harvested off the week before. I had phoned my fire crew before I had left my house so the field was ready for Kingston’s and my arrival. Two pumper trucks, one ladder truck and our “spring water” delivery truck were parked to form the outline of an eighty square foot square. A lone figure stood in the middle of our imaginary square.
The “spring water” delivery van was a shining example of the departments’ ingenuity. With budget cuts to the department last year I had become forced to find new sources of revenue; one that worked well had been our “spring water” business; we would use a sump pump to recycle the water we used fighting fires then bottle that water up to be taken to New York’s Soho district to be sold as “naturally enhanced eco-friendly charcoal and gravel filtered” mineral water. Our slogan is, “Other bottled waters say they are healthy – With ours you can see the chunks of proof”; those artsy types just soak that type of hype up.
Kingston seemed a little unsure as I told him to get out of the Gremlin and stand at the hood of the car in the half moon illuminated field. As I joined him at our position in front of the car the entertainer asked what we were doing out in a field in the dead of night. I told him that I was a man of action, not words; he was going to atone for the sins against the Fire Code. He asked how he was going to do that. I pointed out to the field and asked him what he saw. He replied that he saw what looked like someone tied to a large pole standing in the middle of a deserted field in the middle of the night – then asked if there were going to be some men in white sheets jumping out any moment.
“Son, this ain’t no ghost story,” I chided. “That there is a hottie standing out there in the field. The boys and I weren’t too sure what a ‘Shawty’ was but we figured it was you youngsters word for ‘hottie’, so we improvised – which is quite an accomplishment when you live in a town of 200 with the average woman’s age being 78.”
“But tied up?” Kingston asked, “Isn’t that a little…uhm, you know….”
I gave a slight chuckle before explaining to him that when it came to fire prevention, there were no limits, it just took more convincing methods for some than others. Besides, I added, it was Celine Dion; it was like doing a two for one – it was damn time someone made her atone for “My heart will go on”. It had just been fortunate that she had been in town inspecting the cat milking operation for her perfume line at the time. A day later and we would have had to blow most of next year’s budget setting up a trail of shot glasses to entice Lindsay Lohan to be our hottie.
“Celine Dion? I don’t think I’d really classify her as a hottie,” Kingston remarked.
I shot him a scornful look.
“Sure to Hell she is,” I barked at him, “Look at her feet.” He didn’t move from my side but stuck his head out while his eyes squinted.
“Is she wearing some sort of clog?”
“For Christs sake no! The boys “super glued” a couple of hot plates to her.” Damn celebrities can be so damn dense – must be on account they get sheltered by their pansies…possums…platypuses…whatever they call those folks. “Those things have been turned on for a couple of hours now, she’s got to be a hottie by now – look a little bit more closely – see? I’d say some of her skin has done melted itself around the edges. She’s definitely a hottie…her feet are, anyways…”
Kingston seemed to get really het up, asking all sorts of fool questions like whether I thought he was a hottie, how many hot plates were hanging around, just how many plugs were on the extension cord that ran the hot plates that were making Dion, while not burning up the, possibly slightly charring the freshly tilled, wheat field, and where the heck does a person get a twenty two kilometer long extension cord anyway? I didn’t answer any of his queries; I was the querier I told him. He responded with some nonsense that he was sorry and flattered but he didn’t swing that way. I glared at him until he looked down at his shoes.
The crew’s timing couldn’t have been better; just as it looked like Kingston was once again speak they began putting up the prefab disco walls and ceiling, with the mirrored ball, around our” hottie on the wheat field”. I was impressed; in less than twenty minutes the boys had turned the Franklin’s barren field into one heck of a fancy looking fifteen by fifteen foot night club with no exit but a single pane-less three by five foot window in the wall facing us. To replicate the safety issues of a real night club I instructed the boys to throw tequila, rum, whiskey and schnapps bottles, condoms, toilet paper, cardboard coasters, and fake ID’s through the window until the ground and the materials were saturated enough that the moonlight glittered brightly enough through the window to make the mirror ball glitter. It would have been more realistic for Kingston if Ms. Dion had been more cooperative for her part; she had head butted to of the men who were trying to wrap her in shrink wrap to imitate the skimpy outfits that hotties, from what I understood, wore, and wouldn’t stay still enough for the thick afro and hair extensions we had gotten from one of the working girl’s currently staying at the “Casa de Policez” to complete the illusion. Celebrities –a person would think that she could have at least been a little grateful for the shrink wrap hindering her blood loss the multitude of gashes the glass from the bottles breaking on her body had caused. Hendricks completed the set up for this learning experience when he came up to Kingston and I, emptying out the last of the contents from the open and upside down gunpowder keg that he had carried from our nightclub to our position. The rest of the men then moved behind the taped off safety zone.
I took a “Zippo” lighter from my pocket and motioned for Kingston to take it; he refused, calling me all sorts of things that showed a great disrespect for a man of my position. Celebrities, they’re just like spoiled children, they need a firm hand to counter all that damn coddling they get from the world. I flicked the lighter’s cover open and dropped it into the small pile of gunpowder.
I watched Kingston’s eyes follow the bright spark that merrily popped and smoked its way toward our fashioned night club; my hand gripped his shoulder tightly when he attempted to take a step towards the meandering ignition agent. I smiled when the gunpowder reached the wall and like a tidal wave breaking over the jutting rocks at the beach the spark turned to bright orange flame because it had the desired affect on the entertainer; he dropped to his knees and began to weep. I handed him my cel phone and told him now would have been the proper time to phone 9-1-1 – it could have saved some lives instead of leading to the deaths of 65 people. It was hard to watch the young man come to terms with responsibility but sometimes sparing the rod does more spoiling than righting….
EXCLUSIVE: Lindsay Lohan & Sam Ronson’s Relationship Turns Violent
Radaronline.com
Lindsay Lohan’s relationship with ex-girlfriend Samantha Ronson has turned violent, a source close to both of them told RadarOnline.com exclusively.
Although Lindsay appeared to have moved on from her tumultuous relationship with girlfriend Ronson, the two have been spotted out at the same clubs recently and as RadarOnline.com exclusively reported they fought so badly one night that Lindsay threw a drink in Sam’s face.
EXCLUSIVE REPORT: Lindsay Throws Drink In Sam’s Face
“One time I saw her [Lindsay] and she had a large welt on her head,” the source told RadarOnline.com. “She told me that Sam beat the (bleep) out of her.
“She also said that Sam even punched and choked her one time.”
Making things worse is the fact that both women live in the same building.
Following the break-in at her Hollywood Hills home, Lindsay moved into an apartment in West Hollywood. Shortly after, Samantha moved in. The source tells RadarOnline.com that Ronson regularly comes over using a key she has to Lindsay’s apartment.
“It’s so twisted. They’re not together, but they are,” said the source. “I never thought I’d ever say this, but I really do feel sorry for Lindsay. She is just lost. She’s alone. She has no friends to turn to.”
BIKINI PHOTOS: Lindsay In Hawaii
Lindsay’s father Michael Lohan has repeatedly expressed concern that Lindsay’s behavior is being negatively effected by the prescription drugs she’s taking and that she is taking too many.
Ok, so when we’re not blogging about important things like sci-tech, or virtual magazines, we feel its important to stay up to date on on the really important stuff- like Hollywood gossip. Like Lindsay Lohan to be exact. (this has nothing to do with my wordpress stats). So when Girlfriend isn’t talking smack about all the things she’s hoarding (what?), Lindsay likes to up the ante on her monthly cat fights….and she’s been low for a while. Enter this combination: Samantha Ronson + Club + Lindsay + Vodka. Ya, I know, what could go wrong? Nothing, really.
Lindsanity And SaMAN’s Ex-Lovers’ Spat! PerezHilton
Bitch Has Really Lost Her Mind This Time dlisted
Lindsay Is A Secret Hoarder idontlikeyouinthatway
Lindsay Lohan Throws Drink In Samantha Ronson’s Face Radar
Tim Lahan is a really awesome designer/ illustrator with a New York studio where he pumps out some sick work. Sick as in awesome and sick as in vulgar. Aside from his various endeavors in print media/ logo and identity design/ and web design, Tim’s fine art side has a thing for some crazy shit. Literally. He’s done tons of pieces altering photos and fashion spreads into poop-covered models, models holding poop, people shaking hands with poop, people hangin out with poop, and simply poop himself.. or herself. I’ve always enjoyed a designer with a sense of humor, and I love this comic-style illustration.
Thanks Tim- for making me have a great night. Check out his website for his profesh stuff, and don’t forget to scroll through his flickr for a full documentation of poop as well as other illustrated works. (Via Change the Thought)
Dimples. When a person has dimples, there is an inverse relationship of cuteness to frequency of smiling. The more frequently a person with dimples smiles, the less cute they appear. Other than the time A.C. Slater and Zach Morris fought, I don’t remember ever seeing Mario Lopez frown. Hence, a cute level of 0.
Perpetual tan. I’m Irish. You’re just making me jealous.
9. Perez Hilton
Unkempt eyebrows. You’re gay, you’re supposed to have that shit covered.
Falsies. Blue eyes are reserved for people that are intriguing and smart. Like me. You’re neither. Henceforth, those must be contacts.
Ironic smile. I’ll see your poor self-esteem and raise you a past unhealthy relationship with food.
8. Megan Fox
DSL
Dead eyes. Mostly affecting people with no intellect or talents. Don’t believe me? Go rent the Olsen Twins’ Holiday in the Sun and Lindsay Lohan’s Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen.
7. & 6. Heidi Montag (Pratt?) and Spencer Pratt
The blond beard and ’stache. Not cute on anyone.
The wonders of science. Thank goodness for scientific discoveries. Without them, Heidi’s face, hair, and body as we know it wouldn’t exist.
5. Miley Cyrus
Self-explanatory
4. Ed Westwick
Nostrils. Do those things ever settle down?
Cheekbones made of marble
Hair that’s better than mine
3. Justin Bieber
Baby face. Stop singing about girls and go build a tent-fort.
2. Lady Gaga
…Nothing exceptional going on here. Which must explain the ridiculous outfits they put you in.
1. Taylor Swift
Squinty eyes
Weird teeth
“Angry” eyebrows
Lips. Can you close them?!
Overall alien-resemblance
And there you have it. A thoroughly-researched, comprehensive list of today’s most annoying faces. I hope I haven’t hurt too many of your feelings, Interneters. Be gentle.
The other end doesn’t look much betterWow, it was like looking in the mirror, but like long ago when it was still like hanging on the wall. You know, if a kid is like attractive or something, no one knows, but they know, you know? I dunno. I’ve never heard such a bunch of nothing in my life. And all the while she was jonesin’, she couldn’t sit still or hold a thought for more than five seconds.
Lindsay somehow managed to persuade someone at the BBC to bank her little documentary about child trafficking in India. Silly twit that she is, she fails to see the irony of a former child star turned crack hag trying to bring awareness to the same thing her parents did to her. But we’re talking about India here. India, where Lindsay spent a total of about two days, where she tweeted about saving 40 kids and then had to eat her words, and where she toured the ghettos behind the tinted windows of an air-conditioned limo. You can catch the one-minute preview clip here. It’s wretched.
Wow, it was like looking in the mirror, but like long ago when it was still like hanging on the wall. You know, if a kid is like attractive or something, no one knows, but they know, you know? I dunno. I’ve never heard such a bunch of nothing in my life. And all the while she was jonesin’, she couldn’t sit still or hold a thought for more than five seconds.
Lindsay somehow managed to persuade someone at the BBC to bank her little documentary about child trafficking in India. Silly twit that she is, she fails to see the irony of a former child star turned crack hag trying to bring awareness to the same thing her parents did to her. But we’re talking about India here. India, where Lindsay spent a total of about two days, where she tweeted about saving 40 kids and then had to eat her words, and where she toured the ghettos behind the tinted windows of an air-conditioned limo. You can catch the one-minute preview clip here. It’s wretched.
Equally wretched I’m sure is the alleged sex tape of Lindsay said to be floating around somewhere. It’s supposed to be a short clip (probably captured on a cell phone) of Lindsay performing some kind of deviant sex act. She was said to be concerned about its release, but then showed up at a sex toy release with her saggy orange cans hanging out. She’ll be doing the time share/cruise line circuit soon.
I am in love. I am literally in love with a pair of shoes. Christian Louboutin yellow ballet flats with spikes!
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YES, FUCK YES!
So the photo quality is total shit, but at least you can get an idea about what I’ve actually been jumping up and down with happiness about. Except oh wait, they’re not mine. Sad face.
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^Hey Spike, you’re scarin’ my wife/Hey Spike, what do you like?
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Credit: Styleisblog.com
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Lots to write tomorrow – things have been crazy with photo shoots. Promise tomorrow’s post will be fab. You’ll laugh. You’ll cry. Hopefully the Louboutins will tide you over until then.
But if not, here’s another crapy photo, this time of the new February issue of NYLON on its way to news stands:
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And four points for you if you guessed the song from the lyrics above…You go Glen Coco!
Could Sarah Jessica Parker follow Lindsay Lohan’s example at Ungaro and take an advising role at Halston?
According to Eonline Sarah Jessica Parker will be pulling a Lindsay Lohan and take an advising role over at Halston as LiLo did for Ungaro.
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Parker sports a Halston Heritaage look in the “Sex and the City 2,” trailer and rumor has it that she has it she will take a more active design role, and sources said that she will likely focus on the secondary Heritage collection, which recently launched. Who knows perhaps this business relationship could lead to an equity stake or an executive role.
Parker is pretty experienced when it comes to designing a line, how could you not forget the low-cost Bitten line for the no longer existant Steve & Barrys? Well we forgot but who knows maybe she can redeem herself.
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Lindsay Lohan…when she was a cute little redhead in the movie The Parent Trap I loved her. Nowadays I feel sorry for her. An example: her sad preformace during the Rodarte SS10 show. The short baby-doll dresses were a little to much Linsday and less high-fashion. After getting a lot of critic, she tries it again! With her former legging line 6126. The line, according to WWD, will consist of 100 pieces. The average prices will be between $100 and $150, but go so high as $600 for a leather jacket, and will retail at Neiman Marcus, Bloomingdale’s, Macy’s, and Nordstrom.
The line, as you can see from the lovely sketches, is a mix of separates, bustiers, vests, and short, tight dresses. Very Lohan, but not groundbreaking at all! Unless you dream of a career as popstar, it’s not a look we advise you.
And lest you think she won’t actually be designing, let’s set the record straight: “She’s intimately involved from Day One,” Kristi Kaylor, principal in 6126 LLC, said. “She picks fabrics. She looks at trims. She picks buttons. She doesn’t let anything go into production without trying it on.” The line is also looking to expand more with cosmetics, handbags, shoes, and jewellery coming in 2011. Busy girl…we wonder if she’s got time left in 2010 for shopping, clubbing and being drunk or stoned! Maybe 2010 is the year of a clean and serious Lindsay?!
Well readership, it’s been one helluva year, and now it’s nearly over. I hope you’re all out enjoying a very potent beverage right now so when you’re puking up Pepto in the morning, this post will seem a lot funnier. (That was not a personal reference. Especially not to anyone currently residing in SSR.) Believe it or not, DBIH was founded in the year of our lord god jesus fucking christ 2009! We’re almost 6 months old! (This calls for an ice cream cake.) We’ve seen our share of ups and downs (myself and Afrika’s heigh difference, anyone and Dan Brown, par exemple), but on the whole it’s been a great year, especially for love. Look at Lindsay and Sam! Wait… But look at the economy! Fuck… Our president? In Hawaii… Well, the Real World DC started yesterday! So we’ll end on a … high note… sure. So, while you’re drinking margs and eating your weight in tortilla chips and salsa at a certain mexican restaurant in DC or in California, aborting third trimester fetuses and forcing people to marry their dogs, or in a certain northeastern industrial state in the middle of nowhere doing nothing on New Years but watching the West Wing (not that way guys… actually watching the DVDs), raise a glass to our best friend Doug before you take a tiger snooze on a cold tile floor. We sincerely appreciate your business. Oh, and crack whores. (Just for the hits!)
Troubled actress Lindsay Lohan may not be getting the plum film roles anymore, but she might bring in millions in a lawsuit over a widely viewed television ad.
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Rachel’s Score (/5)
James’ Score (/5)
Total Score (/10)
1
Mean Girls
3.5
2.5
6
2
Bring It On
2
2.5
4.5
3
Because I Said So
4
1.5
5.5
4
Pretty Woman
4
3.5
7.5
5
The Notebook
5
4
9
6
The Devil Wears Prada
3
3
6
7
Atonement
4
3.5
7.5
Average: 6.6/10
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