Back in 2011-2012 days, there was a rumor going around that Taylor Swift and Dianna Agron were more than friends; they were Lover(s). At the time, Taylor and Glee’s Quinn Fabray hung out a bunch, and Taylor (allegedly) paid tribute to Dianna on the liner notes for her 2012 album, Red. There was also rampant online speculation that Dianna, Taylor, and football player Tim Tebow were involved in a scandalous love triangle (was this a Tumblr thing?). At the time, Dianna told Jimmy Kimmel she wasn’t involved with Tim or Taylor. Now, a decade later, E! News reports that 37-year-old Dianna s addressing the rumor once again. And you won’t believe what she said. Actually, yes, you will. She denied that shit again.
Nearly four years ago, I wrote the headline: “Dianna Agron Is Now Married To One Of Mumford’s Sons.” And today, I’m picturing Mumford welcoming his son home, telling him to put his bindle and mustache wax on the table by the door, and informing him there’s a set of clean sheets on the pull-out couch in the basement. Because Mumford & Sons guitarist Winston Marshall is currently not living with his wife of nearly 4 years, the former Quinn Fabray of Glee, Dianna Agron.
UsWeekly says that Dianna Agron, aka Quinn Fabray on Glee, got married to the banjo player from Mumford & Sons and rumored one-time Katy Perry hook-up Winston Marshall. This would be the second time a member of Mumford & Sons got married to a blonde actress. My thoughts are with the Mumford son who breaks tradition and marries a brunette yoga instructor.
30-year-old Dianna and 27-year-old Winston have been together since July 2015 and her rep confirms that they got married on October 15th in Morocco. Morrocco seems like an odd choice for a Mumford wedding. I’m pretty sure a Mumford & Sons wedding isn’t legal unless it takes place in an old dilapidated barn under a canopy of Edison light bulbs as the bride walks down the aisle in a yellowed lace dress holding a bouquet of wildflowers.
There aren’t a whole lot of pictures of Dianna and Winston’s wedding, but a few have popped up on the internet.
She's the most beautiful girl in the world she's married now, my baby princess OMG she grow so fast, she's so beautiful ??????? pic.twitter.com/B3kQbjfkgf
— DarrenIsHedwig (@CeliaCom7) October 17, 2016
That picture on the upper right is what Dianna and Winston looked like when they got married. I don’t know who the guy on the left is, but the three of them look like VIP guests attending Morocco’s version of the Hunger Games.
There’s no word on who was at the wedding, like if any of the Glee kids went. But I think we’d know if either Lea Michele or Naya Rivera were there. I already checked, and I haven’t seen any stories about the wedding guests running out of the reception after Lea and Naya grabbed a couple mics and tried to out-sing each other during the first dance.
At the gala dinner for Alexander McQueen: Savage Beauty at the Victoria & Albert Museum in London last night, photographers put on protection masks and braced themselves when Posh Beckham sashayed onto the black carpet, because trick was posing so damn hard that they were afraid she’d snap in two sending bones flying everywhere.
While looking like a strung out, half-drowned alley cat who hasn’t slept in months and just took some E, Posh busted out her usual sexy face poses while David Beckham just shrugged on the inside and went with it, because by now he’s used to her working it like a last year Barbizon student on graduation day. Hos always throw shit at Posh for posing like a seductive corpse, but I, for one, appreciate that shit. So many of those famous messes just stand there and smile, and at least Posh is giving us a HAHAHA-inducing show by posing for HER LIFE while her chichi balls scream from being suffocated. Or should I say, “posing for HER DEATH,” since she looks like a zombie on Ambien styled by Tim Burton.
Here’s a million more pictures from last night including FKA Twigs looking like a glorious exploding Lisa Frank Bird of Paradise in a sea of funeral lingerie (see: Kate Moss) and butchered ostriches (see: Naomi Campbell).
The BAFTAs happened in London tonight and they’re just like the Oscars except after the ceremony ends the losers are escorted to THE QUEEN’s dungeon where they’re turned into Corgi food.
All award season long (yes, I hate myself for typing that too), the ginger goddess of perfection that is Julianne Moore has mostly dressed like a kindergarten art teacher who fell onto the craft table after the kids made Valentines for their parents and tonight she finally brought the glamour. For once, people weren’t asking her, “Who are you wearing,” because they wanted to make sure to never buy shit from that designer. Julianne, who won Best Actress at the BAFTAs tonight, is giving me “torch song singer at a club where mobsters hold their meetings” glamour. I’m surprised that carpet didn’t turn a bright shade of green when it saw Julianne because it was jealous over her wearing the color red better than it.
I know, I’m not right for choosing a picture of Julianne looking like she’s trying not to wet heave, but it was the only picture where you could see a peek of her shoe (you’re welcome, Quentin Tarantino). She’s probably just gagging on her own glamour. The only way these pictures of Julianne would be hotter is if a naked Prince Hot Ginge was doing jumping jacks behind her.
I’m going to post more from the BAFTAs, but in the meantime here’s some pictures of others including Dianna Agron (I guess Britain is importing seat fillers from America now), the Bond Girls and Rosamund Pike.