Showing posts with label reality tv. Show all posts
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Monday, March 23, 2009

Ms. Shannel (RuPaul's Drag Race) v. Fergie



I think it's the eyes, heavy makeup and arched eyebrows that make Ms. Shannel, drag queen Goddess, look just like Fergie. MAC should do tag-team ads with these two. Fierce and Faboosh.


Friday, March 13, 2009

Blame it on the mango alcohol


Last night I hit up the Paper Magazine X Absolut Mango event. I had a great time, and ran into a million people, including a friend from London I lost touch with (hi Mutsa). The bonus was the lady on site making mangos on a stick, fresh to coat in a layer of paprika or salt. Yummy! Now if only the bartenders could have made the drinks faster I really would have enjoyed myself because the spicy drink with the jalapenos was delish. Anyway, I also chatted it up with Jerome of Life in the Fab Lane fame. For those who didn't watch the show, he was the primary designer/underling/indentured servant to Kimora, Aoki and Ming. Anyway, homie said he is "free!" (with a snap and a "praise Jesus") and is now a trend forecaster. Free at last! Special shout outs to Natalie, Nicole, Darren, Chris and Zandile.

Tuesday, March 03, 2009

Thoughts on Harlem Heights


So I watched Harlem Heights last night and I'm somewhat impressed--for a BET production anyway. Though the show is more likable than most reality fare, so far, it seems to be missing that ingredient to make me come back the following week. The contrived (and likely scripted) grudge between Ashlie and Brooke, for example, is reminiscent of my Spice Girl days, when my sixth grade frenemy decided to sit at a different lunch table, resulting in a two-week standoff. I expect more than such frivolousness from a cast of distinguished twentysomethings. The superficiality of the females is disheartening and uncharacteristic of young black women leading NYC social life. While the men on the show are starting non-profits and contemplating a political future, the women shop and fixate on who likes who and riffs which occurred years back. Brooke, an intelligent, well educated, gorgeous young woman, appears to relish in the fact that she's Kanye West's ex girl (peep her Vibe Vixen spread a few years back which proves my point), a fact that dilutes her prowess as a notable up-and-comer in her own right. I'll be tuning in again, and hope that the storylines begin to crack the surface of this potentially poignant series. And if not, I'll be downtown at The City, which airs during the same time slot.

Now....other thoughts relating to this show: I was definitely at Providence with my girls on election night, and half the people I know were in Harlem watching the election at the State Building jumbotron. Wish I saw someone shooting so I could get my shine on, lol.

And the BET events dept. needs to get their act together. After playing my friends and me on the RSVP for the Harlem Heights screening at the Apollo, someone decided to confirm everyone, probably fearing numerous no-shows from the terrible weather. Well what do ya know, Harlem showed up and then BET reps were trying to front on THEIR CONFIRMATIONS! Ladies and gents, that is NEVER proper protocol. You NEVER confirm people and then play them after they've made their way to an event in the deep freeze of winter--the coldest day of the freggin season at that. I wish a trick would have given me the blank stare as I waved my confirmation in her face. I really wish, 'cause I'm not even the aggressive type, but that ish was just reckless.
Oh, and lets all check for product placements in the next episode. If all else fails, that much should be fun.

Monday, March 02, 2009

Harlem Heights-- Tonight


I really shouldn't be giving this show free publicity since its PR folk want to play me and my friends on the screening tonight [salty grimace], but anyway, don't forget to catch the Harlem Heights premiere tonight at 10:00 p.m. on BET. It looks like my life in four years--and maybe right now. Half the cast went to SpelHouse or Howard. Interesting. And I swear I saw dude Christian Grant-Fields at the Three Kings party Saturday night, but I won't put money on that. Check out cast profiles on Black Voices. I'll give my two cents after I watch the show, so check back.

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Olivia Palermo and Her Icky Poo Weave


Source: MTV

Olivia Palermo walked by me before attending the Ports 1961 show and for all y'all out there who think she has perfect hair, guess what? Olivia Palermo's got the perfect weave. I don't know how much a pack of that hair cost, but it stays looking amazing on The City. But I think OP needs a black girl in her circle to be like, "Girl, your track is showing," because her tracks were all out there. I'm mad I didn't have my camera on me. But nevertheless, she's gorgeous and rich, so the weave is a small infraction to her overall fabulousness.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Tinker Tinker

I had the pleasure of attending the Pamella Roland Fall '09 show today, and let me tell you, it wasn't the line that caught everybodys attention: It was front row debutantes, Paris and Nicky Hilton. Somehow the pair couldn't help themselves but text throughout the entire sitting. While Nicky kept her jitters at bay, Paris fidgeted the entire time, swaying her crossed legs and boat-sized feet like a bored church girl in the pews. Seemed she liked a few of the designs, but I didn't catch any real excitement. When not gazing into her cellphone, or talking to her sister, both she and Nicky maintained the dronish ennui of a Bratz doll. What is with these girls--or shall I say women (Nicky is 25; Paris is 28 today)? I don't care if today is Paris's birthday, both these ladies need to find some humility deep down inside those trust fund hearts of theirs. Paris was actually sitting next to one of the designer's daughters. How rude.






Can't say I'm feeling the outfit, either. [Hello, sexy Nigel.]



Here's the best of Pamella Roland (according to me, anyway):




Got Sole?



[Peep Amanda Bynes's bottoms.]

Yves Saint Laurent's Tribute heels, and now Tribute Two, don't seem to be going anywhere anytime soon. These stilettos are to feet what Herve Leger bandage dresses are to a silhouette-- i.e. the slimming "It" item that's been pre-ordered for months. You'd think these shoes/boots (and those dresses) would be so passé, but not so. Jennifer Lopez, Rachel Zoe and a shiz load of socialites donned these 5.5 inch platformed spectacles all week at the tents. Louboutin's with the red bottoms? We're thinking YSL's with the blue bottoms. You got 'em? But seriously, I think there comes a point when heels belong in a museum and not on feet. These shoes look like a bunion waiting to happen.

Tuesday, July 08, 2008

Real World: Hollywood's Brittini v. RuPaul



One of my friends was like, "Stop hating, Brittini's pretty." And I was like, "Yeah, she is, and RuPaul is gorgeous." People, don't be mad at RuPaul's fabulosity. Sure, she's gone down in popularity over the past decade, but the 90s wouldn't have been the 90s without her decadence. Work!

Tuesday, March 25, 2008