Confession: The Santa Monica pier is not a particularly supernatural setting to do an interview with the star of a very supernatural franchise’s fourth installment. The quicker we get past that, the more we’ll all just be able to focus on the beautiful woman strolling up the boardwalk, in casual black pants and a sweater, aviator glasses blocking out the unseasonable...
It’s no secret that hip hop and luxury go together like a horse and carriage, but sometimes the carriage is a bit reluctant to admit the horse drives his business. When New Jersey Nets owner (and legendary rapper) Jay-Z banned Cristal from his 40-40 Club upon the champagne company CEO Frédéric Rouzaud’s regarding of the hip hop market with “curiosity,”...
You shouldn’t have eaten the pizza. Dov Charney hates pizza. And during a wave of Toronto rummage sale hysteria (previously Ottawa and Montreal), after telling you the quick hit event is his “high rotation, high velocity answer to Forever 21”—that god-awful scourge of sustainability—you see him stare deep into the eyes of one of his employees and ask...
She’s a blonde bombshell and billionaire heiress that the paparazzi can’t get enough of who has recently made her first forays into the world of fashion. Here’s a hint: Her first name is a five-letter word that is also one of the world’s most enchanting destinations… And it starts with a “P.” It’s a cinch, right? Well...
The upstairs neighbors are not happy. We’re seated in the alleyway behind the back of a yuppie Moroccan café on Fountain Avenue since Cinnamon, Emmy Rossum’s Yorkie, isn’t allowed inside. Calls to the manager have been made. Said manager tells Rossum that the neighbors tattled that she was quote, screaming, unquote. Rossum doesn’t blink. In fact, the whole...
Natasha vita-more gazed up from a dormant volcano’s pit and felt she was inside her vagina. It was 1981, and she had just experienced an ectopic pregnancy in Japan. Subsequently, and perhaps prematurely, accepting a role in the film Sleeping Goddess, Waking Muse, Vita-More had set off to the gorgeous Hawaiian landscapes. Inside that pit, mourning her body and her...
Mary Elizabeth Winstead is here to get wasted. measuredly wasted, sure, but wasted nevertheless. Tonight, her swill-sidekick will be Emmy-friendly actor Aaron Paul of Breaking Bad, and their DD will be film director James Ponsoldt, who unites the two as drunken lovers in forthcoming drama, Smashed. It’s enviable “research.” But first, let’s talk about...
Crystal chandeliers float above Andrea Riseborough’s head like tiaras as she crosses the French café, moving slower than the jazz but faster than the trailing glances. She sits down in the burgundy booth, hair in a pinned bouffant, wearing a thin beige sports coat over a pink western blouse. A bolo tie and a rosary hang around her neck, but she’s neither a...
In Gold We Trust Unless you’re wearing a homemade tinfoil helmet and listening to George Noorey’s late night talk show on the radio, with a burlap sack of gold bullion buried beneath the large amber stone in your turnip garden—unless you’re doing all of that—you’ve probably made an unconscious decision to trust the U.S. government with your currency....
It astonishes the way some folks who’ve been prescribed stardom proceed onto the tightrope as such with completely unmarketable names. We don’t need to get into the mistakes—it’s no one’s fault but their own—but we can at least examine a handful of those that have worked: Angelina Jolie, Tom Cruise, Jude Law, all of whom edited themselves into the...
Angela Sarafyan has impeccable posture and her neck is long and majestic. As she sits to have a chai tea and pain au chocolat, she offers, “I got this for us to share.” She tucks a red leatherbound Il Bisonte notebook—for her thoughts, records, and creative writing—into her bag. This is her second refill notebook in just a few months. ...