As if we haven’t suffered enough, Jared Leto, the man who puts the suffer and twat in insufferable twat, is going to be tormenting our eyes and ears by completing his transformation into Karl Lagerfeld right before our very eyes. Deadline reports that Jared is producing, and will of course star in, a biopic about Jameela Jamil’s least favorite dead fashion icon (to date.) This is obviously the role of a lifetime for Jared as it has everything he likes in a character — European accent of indeterminate origin, a live prop, clown suits, a fun wig, contempt for women and flat, dead eyes concealed behind silly novelty sunglasses! It’s perfect really. I just hope too many innocent pussies aren’t rubbed raw from Jared’s “immersive” stroking methods. PETA needs to stay on his ass for the duration.
The last thing you want to do when dressing for the Met Gala is set yourself up for a Who Wore it Better situation. Especially if the person who you’re going to be compared to is Marilyn Fucking Monroe, one of the most iconic, oft-imitated and naturally stunning women in Hollywood history. Regardless, since Kim Kardashian believes her own hype, not only did she wear an exact replica of one of Marilyn’s most famous looks, the nude sheath covered in thousands of crystals that she wore to serenade President John F. Kennedy on his birthday in 1962, Kim also, for a hot second, wore the actual dress that Marylin wore on the red carpet. Vogue reports that Kim borrowed the dress from Ripley’s Believe or Not! museum in Florida, which acquired it in 2016 at auction for $4.8 million. It’s an odd place for such an iconic dress to be displayed. If it wasn’t for Ripley’s deep pockets, it might have ended up at The Smithsonian. But now that Kim’s worn it, it truly is worthy of display in Ripley’s Vintage Oddities Collection next to the two-headed calf and the display commemorating The Kentucky Meat Shower of 1876.
Julia Fox Gave Herself And Kanye West A Couple’s Portmanteau And Talked To Vogue About Her Fashion Evolution
The cheek, the nerve, the gall, the audacity, and the gumption! Julia Fox has gone ahead and given herself and Kanye West a couple’s nickname, clearly overstepping the bounds of the social contract between notable personality (to use the term celebrity would be a streeeeetch here) and the community taking note. Julia, still aglow with the excitement of running around Paris in broad daylight looking like an evacuee flushed from a subterranean fetish club after a gas leak, posted her first contractually permitted photo of her and Kanye on Instagram (Stories only, as per section 2.9, b., ii) with the caption “Juliye” coupled with a single black heart emoji. That was OUR couple’s name to give! Now we’re going to have to come up with something else because I will not give her the satisfaction. So enjoy your doomed relationship, Foxnfriend! I hope it was worth it.
It’s Paris Men’s Fashion Week, where the world’s style icons and sartorial taste-makers gather to flaunt the latest trends we’ll be seeing knock-offs of at Marshalls for years to come. And here comes Kanye West in his Frankenstein galoshes clomp-clomp clomping around town, complete with his own corpse bride, Julia Fox, by his side. One need look no further for evidence of Ye’s proclaimed genius because who else is out here simultaneously living as both the doctor and his monster, plus he made his own companion?! Mary Shelley could never, not even after sampling every vial, tincture, and power in Lord Byron’s apothecarium of good shit.