to eradicate the soullessness of recent red carpet forays.


to remember when style and individuality were embraced, not feared.


if you love to see genius in a dress!

(Photos via blog.mode)

Tallulah loves Vivienne Westwood’s hot pink crocodile embossed shoes

Vivienne Westwood

Vivienne Westwood

Vivienne Westwood’s “Propaganda” Dress (deep sigh)

Alexander McQueen’s “Oyster Dress”

Alexander McQueen

and there was an Azzedine Alaïa dress

Tight Curves

and the heart stopping genius of Christian Dior’s Eventail dress

Christian Dior

I feel like I died and went to fashion heaven.
The cocktail party was hosted in the Temple of Dendur with music by Sherry Winston. Can you tell I had a good time?


UPDATED – Tallulah wonders….

why didn’t Shar Jackson flip out when K-Fed dumped her for Britney?

While she was pregnant?

I can’t fully explore this because I’m heading out to a viewing of the exhibit

blog.mode: addressing fashion

but I will when I return.


Let’s rewind to 2004 when Britney and Kevin got it into their heads to be together.

Britney and Kevin became engaged on June 27, 2004; Shar gave birth to their second child Kaleb on July 20, 2004.

Given all the hormonal changes that pregnancy wreaks on the body, I’m stunned that Shar wasn’t running around in the streets of Los Angeles sans underwear, hanging out with Lindsay and Paris and being a general nuisance in light of Kevin’s choice to break out and be with the pop star.

That’s right, she couldn’t she was having the man’s baby and raising his other one.

Now, I may not agree with Shar’s subsequent forays into maintaining her time in the slimelight but a single mother has got to do what she has got to do.

But Miss Britney?

She lost her mind when she realized that her prize stud husband was going to party like a single man using her hard earned money.

He wanted to continue partying like a single man using his wife’s money.

So Miss Britney lost her semi-illiterate mind. Her behavior of the last six months proves it. That was unacceptable to this chick. Although she had a major heads up that Kevin could be a selfish, opportunistic prick, Britney could not grasp that he would ever toss her to the side in the same way he did Shar.

Maybe Shar didn’t flip because she knew and accepted the flawed Kevin. She knew he was a trick but could roll with having his kids. Once he made his move to be Britney’s ‘kept’ man, Shar took care of her business without visits to psych wards or unprofessional performances on live music shows.

Although a little cynical voice believes Kevin and Shar decided that Britney was their mark for access to her money and fame and it worked like a charm, I’m still on the side that Shar wasn’t a spoiled and stupid pop star who thought the world owed her a man to love because oops she wanted him.

Dear Mariah,


Please keep making commercials like this so you can buy an island, rename it Butterfly and invite me to hang out for the rest of my life.

Your bestest fan,


A madam’s book filled with politicians & athletes?


I hope someone is making copies of it and faxing it to the news media as I type.

Kristen Davis (not the actress from SATC) is the rumored madam and is being accused of pimping women for as much as $1,600 an hour through her Wicked Models.

(What would Tallulah use $1,600 instead of purchasing sex?

$700 – rent

$300 – groceries

$600 – Halliburton stock)

Ms. Davis was brought down by her neighbors who were tired of seeing her customers traipsing through the shared hallways.

All future madams: get one of your foreign investors to purchase you a brownstone for CHEAP! so you won’t have to worry about nosy, indignant neighbors ratting you out.


A reader on Sloane Crosley’s essay The best laid plans:


Ugh. Boring and trifling

The point of this twee twaddle is Sloane Crosley is a pretty young thing who works as a publicist for a major publisher and knows how to work connections, but, surprise, when she’s not flacking or reviewing she’s got very little to say. If this collection of wispy non-events is any evidence, her book must be a nearly obscene example of a comfortable privileged life inflated to book length.

She takes SEVEN paragraphs to describe a failed eight word pickup line in a library.

I’m sure executive types find her ability to spin wittily about banal experiences refreshing, but if I’m going to read self-obsessed anecdotes, I want a hot mess like Elizabeth Wurtzel. This makes Prozac Nation seem like freaking Balzac. Sloane is the anti-Wurtzel – trying to seem dynamic in her complete lack of shading. It’s excruciating.

And that’s probably why she’s got a book – on Riverhead, no less, which really seems enamored of the bankable white girls. Of course she’s smarter than Margaret Seltzer and writes about stuff which is beyond verification. What evidence can there be of not hooking up with a guy in a library?

Except there’s her claim to have a spatial learning disability. Gawker has expressed doubt about this though it’s all speculation:

Funny how she doesn’t mention it in this essay.




Playwright Keith Josef Adkins asks Tyler Perry why? (The Root)

AP discovers the Lebron Vogue cover controversy. Lebron goes all Tiger Woods about it and says: meh.

New York’s new governor liked to party (NY Observer)

Quote of the week: “The East Village is established — we Japanese prefer Harlem as a new frontier. And in Tokyo, dating a black person is like a trophy for girls Coming from a single-race country, they exoticize foreign races.”

Motonobu Otsu, owner, The Winery (in Harlem)

Comparing Hillary Clinton to that fake gangbanger Margaret Seltzer is wrong but oh so funny. (NY Mag Intel)

Maybe being able to watch your brain in action will stop you from going home from that sleazy singer-songwriter after the show  the next time you think about doing it?  (

Protected: Ginia Bellafante is an ass if she thinks that goat Heidi Montag is a feminist hero…


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