Then again – according to Zoë Kravitz – you probably won’t find it on many people’s nightstands.
On Tuesday night’s Watch What Happens Live, Zoë Kravitz and Eddie Redmayne were there to promote Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindewald. During the call-in portion of the show, Zoë was asked about her appearance in Lily Allen’s memoir My Thoughts Exactly. Much like the title of that book, Zoë let everyone know exactly what she thinks about Lily, which is basically: Zoë is not a fan.
At the 2001 Oscars, Björk laid a swan egg on the red carpet. The baby swan in that egg is now grown up and looks like this. Feel old yet?
If Amelia Earhart crashed her plane onto an island ruled by a cult who considers Missy Elliott their God and they took her falling from the sky as a sign and declared her as their Pontiff, this is what she would look like.
Zoë Kravitz is in the unenviable position of being the only person in the world who can never have a spot for Lenny Kravitz, Jason Momoa or Lisa Bonet in her spank bank. Having fantasized about all three of them myself, I am really sympathetic to Zoë’s plight. While the disadvantages of that sad, dry reality are obvious, there are a few advantages. One of those is having won the gene lottery and getting the chance to pose nude in homage to your mother on the cover of Rolling Stone. So instead of making things awkward at Thanksgiving by sitting a little too close to her step-father, Zoë took the road less traveled, and took off her clothes.
Before Harvey Weinstein was officially outed as the closest DNA relative to a bridge troll, it seemed as though every red carpet had at least one star in a Marchesa dress. Marchesa is co-owned by Harvey’s now-estranged wife Georgina Chapman. Then the stories about Harvey went public, and A-list actresses were running away from Marchesa as if it was a deep-fried gluten sandwich. Nobody wanted to wear Marchesa anymore. Well, nobody until Scarlett Johansson, who did just that at the Met Gala.
Angelina Jolie Decided To Fulfill Someone’s Feathered 60s Fantasy Last Night (And Other Looks From The Golden Globes)
Almost everyone who walked the Golden Globes red carpet this year wore black to protest Hollywood’s sexual misconduct problem. One thing that wasn’t being protested was good taste. There were a lot of black velvet outfits on that red carpet. Sure, it’s a bit of an obvious choice, but a choice I was absolutely here for, because anything that makes my brain start blasting “Black Velvet” by Alannah Myles gets two thumbs up from me.
But some people went a little more experimental with their all-black interpretation. Like Angelina Jolie, who showed up to the Golden Globes in some goth Lawrence Welk Show realness by Atelier Versace. It’s a little Barbra Streisand at the 1969 Oscars, with a splash of 60s televangelist, all poured onto a fainting couch and garnished with, “But detective, I swear my husband was dead when I found him!”