Yes, we all like to laugh at Steve. But this open letter he’s written to ANCYL Julius Malema is gold. And I never dreamed I’d ever be saying this, but Steve Hofmeyr is a legend! Read this post as it originally appeared on Steve’s blog here:
It sounds silly, but it does seem to make sense within the context of this interview with Katy Perry, conducted by Nylon while they shot her for their cover. I like Katy for the same reason I like Lady Gaga – she writes her own music, she comes up with her whole style, she sings live, she’s smart and outspoken and her look is gorgeous. A ‘conceptual pop artist’, if you will. Plus I do love an all-rounder!
Sandra
Jesse James
You see what I’m getting at here?
Well if she didn’t see it before, she probably sees it now!
I wasn’t going to post Matteo here because it felt predictable. But the truth is, MM is one of my all-time favs, and here’s why:
He’s a manly man. He may use facial moisturisers and he may apply product to his hair in the morning, but it sure as hell doesn’t look like he does. And I like that. Plus he has a dog (this may or may not be his dog in this pic, but he looks like he’s a natural with dogs, which holds allure. Similar, I’m sure, to the feelings a woman who is a natural with a baby arouses in a man. Don’t pretend you don’t have those feelings, guys… hey why are you running away? hey stop!)
MM is always running. A topless pic of MM running has become standard on the daily Perez perusal. And I like a man who’s active. It says ‘forward-thinking’. It says ‘probably does not smell like stale cigarettes’. It says ‘takes responsibility for own life’. It says ‘mentally stable’, since people who exercise are mostly happy people. And that’s attractive.
Lastly, there’s this photo of him which I quite enjoy:
Now, go check out his website, which is surprisingly interesting and personal as far as celeb sites go. Enjoy!
Does anyone else get a major 90s feeling when you look at promo shots of ‘party girl’ pop singer Kesha?
The 90s. Glitter and metallic makeup.
Makes me feel like I’ve just started school and want something real purty for my Spacecase.
Makes me feel like I wanna get my belly pierced and put a glo-stick in my mouth.
Makes me feel like I want a squashy plastic yin-yang I can wear round my neck.
Makes me want to ‘frost my tips’.
Makes me want ‘friendship rings’ (the silver ones from American Swiss)
Makes me want to ‘get a pair of Joe Soaps’
Makes me want to spend R10 on that gimmicky drink that had balls floating around in it (Orbitz..?)
Makes me want to bop along to I’m Blue Dabadee Dabadai
What you guys think? Are you feeling this or are the nineties ‘too fresh in our minds‘ to already be hitting them up for style cues. Perhaps Kesha’s age means she missed the nineties? Which means all tweens/tween missed the nineties? Which means they are destined to repeat it? Will all teenagers – always – be stuck in the nineties? Will I’m Too Sexy For My Shirt shirts make a comeback?
These are terrifying questions, which MUST be asked. Sorry if I wrecked your day.
I’m thrilled to see Lady Gaga’s new mindfuck of a video tackling a very topical issue, namely that phoning people is an outmoded form of communication. It’s really the cherry on top of a cake made from reams of supporting literature as to why phoning people is invasive and unnecessary. Please enjoy! This is a visual FEAST!
I’ve always wondered why, in the era of the iPhone, wearing heels is still largely torturous. I mean didn’t that pick of Kate Moss wearing a Nike sole in her stilettoes just say it all?
Exactly.
But thank the heavens, it looks like Kenneth Cole is taking brave steps toward changing that, which is possibly the most blogworthy advance in fashion in the past decade. Let us have a look:
To read more about the specs of this shoe, and buy it, click here.
(Via notcot)
I’ve been blonde once in my life. I was fresh out of high school and was finally ‘free’ – meaning I could change the colour of my hair without ‘getting grounded for being a slut’. So I did what any self-respecting brunette would have done: I died my hair blonde.
Being young and headstrong, I didn’t ask for much advice on the matter. People said to ‘go have it done properly at a hair dresser’ – but why would I listen to them? It was my hair. And I was going to be blonde. That’s all that mattered.
So I got me a box of Garnier Nutrisse, spent 30 minutes marvelling at the fruity ammonia aroma, and the remainder of the day gingerly combing what was left of my hair – once lusciously shiny and dark, now a scraggly, fried crow’s nest. It was blonde – very blonde – but for the most part it looked like this:
I lived with it for 2 weeks before my mother, sick of me waking up and crying for 2 hours in front of the mirror every morning, dragged me to the hairdresser to have it all re-pigmented. And that sated the desire to go blonde for almost 6 years. But now, like a nervous tick that’s lain dormant for years, the desire to be blonde has flared up once more, intent on driving me crazy through indecision, inducing the odd ill-timed twitch.
Now that I am older, I realise that there are more options on going blonde. I wouldn’t go for that bleached out toffee vibe this time round. This time, I’d go for more of a Gisele:
Maybe a ScarJo:
But importantly, I am ready to listen to the advice about getting it done at a hairdresser.
And now for the most important question of all: Who does the best blonde in Cape Town? Hand? Scar? Love? Mooi? Tell tell tell!
Have noticed alarming trend in which SA celebs are ‘killing civilians for publicity’. Worrying, as am a civilian myself. Wondering if I should invest in safer car, with more airbags. Any suggestions? Maybe armoured humvee? Would hate to become a victim of a ‘local C-list celeb rampage’. Wondering what is driving this disturbing trend. Could it be that SA C-list celebs are ‘sick of wiping fingerprints off cars’ when getting attention from fans while driving through townships. Maybe they want to ’show Mini Cooper’ for sponsoring a standard model and not the John Cooper Works. Possibly the stress of being C-list and never quite hacking A-list is enough to make a man ‘rear-end his friend’s Cooper’ while travelling at fatal speed. Maybe reasons are individual, for eg. Maybe Prince Sifiso Zulu was ‘bummed about not being a real prince‘ when he attacked a Mitsubishi Double Cab and killed 2 people. Maybe Jub-Jub’s fake penis infection (from when he dropped out of Survivor) flared up again while he was driving, causing him to strike. Guess when you got an itch…
Whatever the reason, have compiled list of tips to make sure you don’t become a victim of this ‘celeb murder trend’:
- when on roads and celeb is driving next to you, don’t look them in the eye. This can make them ‘feel harassed’ and be more likely to attack.
- try not to drive more bling car than Mini Cooper (current choice car of rampage perpetrators) so as not to ‘challenge fragile celeb ego’. Stick to safe, non-threatening cars like Ford Fiestas, Toyota Yaris, Chevrolet Spark. Citi Golf, if you can bear it, probably safest choice.
- don’t drink when driving. Celeb will already be drunk and angry and out there on the roads. By not drinking you decrease chances of crash by 0.1% (every bit helps) and ensure all ensuing media sympathy is yours. Remember, celebs are ALLOWED to drink and drive in SA and get off with slap on wrist, whereas civilians have no such privileges and are jailed / blacklisted by insurance companies.
Be safe friends. You never know who’s next. Don’t be a victim.
Love Beyonce’s Tretchikoff-inspired vibe she’s got going here. Found it on Ms Gaga’s site – clearly the gags loves the artistes. Can’t complain!
