The annual Cannes amfAR Gala for AIDS research was held last night, and it’s an event that truly brings out the best attempts in fashion. This is what Nicki Minaj looked like, and I love it all. The Morticia Addams hair paired with the un-dead boudoir eleganza from Roberto Cavalli and the ten pounds of diamonds makes her look like Vampira’s money-hungry hustler sister Scampira. Watch out, rich dudes – she’ll suck the life out of you and your bank account!
Doutzen Kroes Feels Guilty Being Prettied And You Just Heard The Sound of A Million Tiny Violins Playing
Eyeballs everywhere just rolled back so far, everybody in the world is now looking out their own asshole while model Doutzen Kroes talks out of hers to Page Six.
“Sometimes it makes me feel guilty now that I am in this profession that makes certain girls insecure,” the Victoria’s Secret beauty, 28, told us. “I always say, I don’t look like the picture . . . If you put me in bad light with no hair and makeup, it’s not good . . . I wake up sometimes like, this is not what I see when I look at the magazine, who is this visitor in the bathroom?”
You know what most people do when something makes them feel guilty? They stop doing it. Maybe it’s easier to ignore your conscious when you get paid millions to sell the genetic lottery-winning face attached to your soul to the devil that is stylists and Photoshop. While she Doutzen did express her happiness over the Model Alliance bill of rights, which includes specific guidelines protecting underaged models from the Terry Richardsons of the world. It didn’t include anything about protecting the general public from models talking about how rough they have it being all beautiful, though even if they do get the same gut-check in the mornings as the rest of us regulars.
Part of me doesn’t even want to hear about someone who is young, rich and thin complaining about what they see in the mirror in the morning. Call me when you’re in your mid-thirties, have random mutant hairs sprouting inexplicably from your neck and chin and because you grabbed an extra 15 minutes of sleep after being awake because not one, but two of your kids were up in the middle of the night, so you find yourself playing a game of “How Many Consecutive Layers of Deodorant In Lieu of A Shower Is Okay” and praying that the answer is three. You get dressed, stuffing your gut into pants that barely fit because you got cocky last spring when you lost a few pounds and donated all your fat pants to Goodwill, say “Ah, fuck it” when you dribble toothpaste on your shirt and go out to greet your family with hair that looks like a cat sucked it because you forgot to run a brush through.
(Pic via SplashNews)