Do you smell that in the air? The sickly saccharine tang of pumpkin spice; a hint of crisp leaves burning. The noonday sun beating down upon your shoulders, ensconced in an optimistic leather jacket, though it is 83 degrees outside. It’s almost fall, motherfuckers, and I have consulted my fashion bible E! News for…
Yesterday the world spun, the sun shone, and Beyoncé celebrated her 36th birthday. As a way to say thanks to Beyoncé for being Beyoncé on her born day, Michelle Williams, Kelly Rowland, Michelle Obama, and others paid tribute by dressing up like Beyoncé.
Here is a trailer for the final season of The Mindy Project. I have watched it three times and I have one very important request: please bring back Chris Messina just briefly, for one to five seconds, so I can just see what he’s been up to.
Here’s just what the world needs, now: a “musical-drama series” set in Paris produced by the man who made Emma Stone and Ryan Gosling soft-shoe to jazz, Damien Chazelle.
A guidebook to human biology and puberty for boys was recently pulped by its publisher for uproar over a page that indicated that women have breasts in part to “make the girl look grown-up and attractive.”
Eyebrow model turned actress turned “singer” Cara Delevingne is starring alongside Orlando Bloom in what sounds like a real mess of a TV show on Amazon.
Imagine we lived in an alternate universe in which everything was exactly the same as in this one, except that, The Devil Wears Prada—an arguably perfect film in this universe—contained the above deleted scene. In that universe, the film would have a very different legacy.
Annie Clark—otherwise known as St. Vincent—has a very different idea of what New York is than I do, but I suppose that’s part of the fun.
On November 15, Eataly World, a massive, 20 acre theme park dedicated to the art and love of Italian food, will open in Bologna, Italy. It’s like Six Flags, but for bucatini. A minor quibble: where are the rides?
Think about your favorite famous person—before they became famous, glimpsed in grainy high school yearbook photos or early red carpet pictures. Compare that sacred image of their pre-fame face to their current iteration: well-rested, shiny, taut, healthy. What’s their secret? Plastic surgery, baby.
Linda Perry, perennially of top hats and formerly of 4 Non Blondes, is scouring America for “the female Rolling Stones.” Could it be you?
Here we are again, inside Mariah Carey’s closet, There is no place I would rather be.
They’re making podcasts into TV shows now. Sure!
The oldest known pair of women’s jeans has been recently unearthed and something about them looks extremely, distressingly familiar.
The New York Times reports that 12.1 million people tuned in to the season finale of Game of Thrones. Hmm. I wonder why that is?
The one thing you need to know about sword fighting is how immensely satisfying it is to hit someone in the head with a sword.
Because it is Friday afternoon at the end of the summer and nothing is happening except for other people’s very good vacation Instagram stories, I present to you this story about some fuck-ass wild turkeys that need to be stopped at once.
In short: probably. But then again, what isn’t?