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Okay, so the Silversun Pickups were nominated for a Grammy (in the category of Best New Artist, which ultimately went to the Zac Brown Band) and didn’t win. That kinda sucks, unless you believe in the “Best New Artist Curse,” in which case you may have been rooting against these adorable kids the whole time.
If anything, watching the Pickups attend their first big awards show (see video of their red carpet entrance below) served up a good lesson–albeit a hard lesson–in “winning isn’t everything.”
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Great AMAs aesthetic.
We have been dying for you to cover your shit up for years. And now, look! You look fabulous!!! And FIERCE! Never better.
Keep up the good work! Don’t stop it if it’s workin’.
Filed under: AMAs, American Music Awards, Awards Shows, Bizarre Sartorial Choices, Bobby Trendy, Cover-Up, Crazy Faces, Face, Famous-For-Nothings, Good Moves, Photo Op Victims, Red Carpet Whores, Shit On Your Face, Ugh, What Does This Person Have To Do WIth Music?
Perhaps we could all learn something from his tireless efforts and pushcart lessons. Peñaflorida said:
“Our planet is filled with heroes, young and old, rich and poor, man, woman of different colors, shapes and sizes. We are one great tapestry. Each person has a hidden hero within, you just have to look inside you and search it in your heart, and be the hero to the next one in need.”
And right now, from behind our walls of daily snark and selfishness and shame, we kinda believe him.
Not sure what perplexes me more:
A) Bai Ling was invited to a legitimate Golden Globes after-party.
B) Bai Ling was not nude at said legitimate Golden Globes after-party.
C) Bai Ling’s peace sign actually looks spirited and, well, peaceful.
D) I truly have nothing mean to say about Bai Ling after looking at the above photograph. Nothing mean at all. NOTHING MEAN WHATSOEVER.
This series of conundrums obviously leads me to believe that the world is coming to an end. Take cover, guys!
I’m sure Sandra Oh will get some shit today for wearing this dress to the SAG awards last night:
But here are reasons why I like it. It was not chosen for her by a stylist like my cunty next-door neighbor, it does not scream Spring-Trend-as-Decreed-by-Vogue (color! metallics! lace! trains!), it was designed by Kim Mee Hee, an L.A. designer based in K-town who makes traditional hanboks and bed linens, it’s actually a riff on a hanbok, thus showing Oh’s personal style, a quality that is nearly dead in Hollywood.
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Is it just because I live in Los Angeles that the phrase “Awards Season” has become common parlance? Are people in Iowa talking like this, and by “this,” I mean, like douchebags?
“Awards Season” 2007 has come and gone in predictable fashion: the Golden Globes were a joke, the Oscars were a bore–and a fashism blackhole–and I still don’t REALLY get the difference between the Independent Spirit Awards and the Screen Actors Guild Awards, except that one statuette is bird-shaped, the other is a thespian, and both are butt-ugly.