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After assessing the financial hit they might take–from a few million angry Chinese folks with a penchant for luxury items–after the face of their brand tossed last week’s tragic earthquake off as “karma” for the Chinese/Tibetan conflict, Dior apparently got their heads on straight and pulled all ads containing Sharon Stone’s crazy face from China.
The NY Times reports:
Dior released a statement in which Ms. Stone apologized, saying: “Due to my inappropriate words and acts during the interview, I feel deeply sorry and sad about hurting Chinese people. I am willing to take part in the relief work of China’s earthquake, and wholly devote myself to helping affected Chinese people.”
So Stone hurt the Chinese people, even though she “doesn’t think that anyone should be unkind to anyone else.” And then she got publicly shamed by the media and lost her lucrative endorsement deal?
Hmm. Is that karma?
MICHELLE: Shoulders back, darling.
DAUGHTER: How come you got to wear an evening gown and I got this yellow…thing?
MICHELLE: One day when you become an international movie star, you too will wear the good stuff. And straighten out your ankle, dear, you look like a gimp.
DAUGHTER: Is this dress even couture? It kinda looks like Haute Goodwill.
MICHELLE: Of course it’s couture! And I think the color is splendid on you.
DAUGHTER: It’s the color of vomit.
MICHELLE: No it’s not.
DAUGHTER: Okay, then…it’s a Big Bird suit.
MICHELLE: You’re wearing Dior Haute Couture at the Dior show. Show some gratitude and a little smile, won’t you?
DAUGHTER: I would smile if a little part of me didn’t die every time I was photographed next to you. You always look awesome and I look, like, whatever, and people think, Is that poor girl adopted? It’s a bummer. I hate having a MILF for a mother. I feel like your ugly duckling. Oh god, that’s it! This outfit is Galliano’s cruel joke on me. I am an ugly yellow…duck. Quack, quack!!
MICHELLE: Okay, that’s quite enough. Time for your happy pill! (to photographer) Just take the picture.
On the heels of opening a $97-million plant in China’s Shandong Province Tuesday, and announcing that “China, for us, represents the future, a new world to explore,” Italian tiremaker Pirelli released the 35th edition of its exclusive calendar, “Pearls of the Orient” (sounds of gagging), shot entirely in Shanghai. Coinky-dink? Prolly not. It’s the first calendar of its kind shot in Asia by Patrick Demarchelier and features ubimodels Gemma Ward and Agyness Deyn in racial drag, Chinese models Du Juan and Mo Wandan–also, I suppose, in drag–and one of my favorite actresses, Maggie Cheung. All of them are wearing Dior Hot Cooter.
Too bad you can’t buy the calendar (it’s only given to celebutards and other very important people), cuz I’d love to give my parents something chic to hang in their kitchen (do your parents do this, too?). Alas, most of us will have to settle with feasting our eyes on this preview:
Earlier this week, to celebrate his decade-long tenure at Dior, designer John Galliano staged a frothy confection of a couture show at Versailles. The show was reportedly inspired by the paintings of Picasso, Goya, Renoir, Toulouse-Latrec and others, and featured retired runway heavy-hitters like Linda, Naomi, and Gisele.
But something funny happened on the way to the Orangerie at the palace, where the afterparty was held. Take a look at the transformation our two favorite Supers–that would be Supercrazian Naomi Campbell and Superhonorasian Linda Evangelista–underwent after the show:
Pardonnez-moi, but where did those wretched furs come from? The floor of some dark, dank room in the palace? Did Naomi take the phrase “cut a rug” literally (and you know the bitch carries scissors in her clutch bag)? Did Linda herself make those curtains she’s passing off as a dress out of a Louis XIV naugahyde La-Z-Boy? I had no idea naugahyde even existed in the 17th century. Perhaps they’re on crystal?
And what, pray, is on Naomi’s huge melon? A diamond-encrusted crown of thorns?
Ugh…who cares. Off with their heads!
Have you seen that box of moon cakes my Mom gave me for New Year? It was wrapped in pink and red cellophane and decorated with about thirty cardboard cutouts of dragons and little Asian children and things.
Oh I’m so hungry.
By the way, isn’t Eva Green a hot mess?
Remember when Gwen Stefani used to wear all that Dior? Things haven’t gotten better.