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[lumineaux]

A truly wonderful snarky, scathing critique of celebrity fashion. I find their Oscars edition particularly delightful:

http://gofugyourself.typepad.com/

Discussing Kirsten Dunst's awful minty green thing from last night:

"For one thing, as ever, I want to hoist her boobs up a tad higher -- look into pulleys, Kirsten, if bras aren't to your tastes. But the rest of it really just makes us wonder if she borrowed this look from a 16-year old Icelandic rodeo clown who is her nation's entry in the Eurovision Song Contest this year. We have the frivolity of feathers contrasted with a prim neckline, and detailing that veers from vertical faux-fringe to the look of creepy tentacles of frost you sometimes see creeping along airplane windows when you fly at a high altitude during the winter. It looks as if it would shatter if she, say, tripped on her feather fireworks and bumped into George Clooney on the... Hey, wait. WAIT A MOMENT. Maybe that is her whole master plan. She's going to slam into Intern George hard enough for her clothes to break and drop off, all in the hope that he'll sweep her off her feet and carry her away in his burly, strapping, medicinal embrace. Clever, Kirsten. Clever. But if he calls in sick tomorrow, we'll know who's responsible, and do you really want to be the reason this one-man hug machine can't do his holy work? Do you? For once, think long and hard, Dunst. And then do the right thing. Listen to whatever instinct possessed you to wear this dress, and do the opposite."

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[katnboots.livejournal.com]

Despite being a lazy slob, I'm a sucker for style snarkery, and laughed a lot reading these.

(My old favorite! Interior Desecrations (http://www.lileks.com/institute/interiors/index.html))

[lumineaux.livejournal.com]

Oh my.

Those rooms remind me of a bathroom in a house we rented. My friend Deana described the decor thusly: Donald Trump decorates a whorehouse.