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Padma Lakshmi tells Page Six Magazine this week, “I like me better naked.”
And we couldnt’ agree more. To be clear, the context of that comment is actually about being perceived as one’s genuine self:
“I don’t mean that in a vain way… When you put clothes on, you immediately put a character on. Clothes are adjectives, they are indicators. When you don’t have any clothes on, it’s just you, raw, and you can’t hide.“
Filed under: Baby Bump, Beautiful Ladies, Glorious Nudity, Naughty Bits, New York Post, Padma Lakshmi, Padma Lakshmi Naked, Padma Lakshmi Nude, Padma Lakshmi Pregnant, Page Six Magazine, Posing Nude, Robots, Sartorial Choices, Top Chef
Hails from: Japan
Occupation: Art Director, Animator
Known for: A long laundry list of animation achievements. New and notable, however, is the juried Emmy Award for Outstanding Individual Achievement in Animation that Ikeda received on Saturday, for his work on Afro Samurai. The Emmy is a monumental first for a Japanese-animated production, and when Ikeda took to the mic, he humbly apologized for his minimal English and delivered thank yous in his native tongue–to a roomful of resounding applause.
Congratulasians go out to Ikeda! And mad props for also dressing super sharp!
Filed under: 1st Emmy for Japanese-Animated Production, 61st Creative Arts Emmy Awards, Afro Samurai, Animasian, Animators, Art Directors, Cartoons, Emmy-Award Whiners, Sartorial Choices, Shigemi Ikeda, Spike TV
Sari, everybody, I can already tell this is going to be one of those “bad joke” days.
The View‘s Elisabeth Hasselbeck attended rallies over the weekend with Sarah Palin, where all the two women seemed to talk about were clothes and shoes. And Hasselbeck said in a speech introducing Palin that anyone who had a problem with pretty women talking about fashion was “deliberately sexist” and recommended that those critics watch the Sex and the City movie that came out on DVD last month to see how women could do everything men could do backwards and in astronomically-expensive high heels while balancing a third Cosmo in one hand.
Brimming with Girl Power, Hasselbeck went on The View Monday morning and KEPT TALKING about Palin’s clothes to her female co-hosts.
“(Palin) calls Jimmy Choos, Johnny Choos. This is not a fashionista by any means. She’s not a clotheshorse.”
The “sassy” blonde described Palin’s sartorial sense as quirky and told the other women on The View that her new BFF, like so many other current fashion icons (think Chloe Sevigny and Mary-Kate), favors vintage over designer labels. Curiously, after all that, Hasselbeck said that she wanted the chatter about Palin’s clothes “to end,” and declared that talking about the VP wannabe’s many designer outfits is so last year.*
*Everything in quotations is true. As stupid as this story sounds, there have only been minor embellishments, like the Sex and the City detail, which we’re pretty sure Elisabeth Hasselbeck would never watch. Anything awful starring Mandy Moore is much more her speed.
Listen, we’re glad Sarah Palin spent $150,000 of the RNC’s money on a badly-needed wardrobe makeover. And we’re incredibly happy for Kazuo Kawasaki, whose glasses, worn by the Caribou Barbie herself, have skyrocketed in wannabe Hockey MILF sales to the tune of $$$$$$$$$! Ka-ching chong, indeed!
We may not agree with Sarah Palin on
anything everything in terms of financial accountability, domestic and international policy, the state of our country, rights of women, animal life, John McCain’s health status, the reality of global warming, what “real Americans” are, how many newspapers count as “all of them,” how to handle Putin, what “palling around” consists of, proper English language elocution, or the duties of a Vice President.
But we sometimes do agree on apparel. Particularly this scarf:
…which tells us that maybe she’s voting for the
Obama/Biden more qualified ticket, as well. Wear it, work it, own it, girl!
Filed under: Boy Is She Stupid, Caribou Barbie, Donkeys, Kazuo Kawasaki, Party Animals, RNC, Sarah Palin, Sartorial Choices, She Must Realy Love Ass After All, Shopping, Spend Baby Spend, Vote Democrat
Senator Obama’s speech last night at Invesco field–as it must have appeared on TV and the web–was surreal, historic, and glorious from start to finish. I watched in almost silent awe, blubbering like a baby, my flag waving furiously in my right hand… taking my eyes off of the most eloquent speaker of our time only to turn around and periodically gauge the reaction of Hillary Rodham Clinton, who was sitting about four feet behind me (So was Madeleine Albright, Gov. David Patterson, Mayor Villaraigosa… nyyyeah, I had some okay seats).
Clinton–who looked radiant, rested, and redeemed nn a chic, ivory suit–was both gracious and warm for the speech’s duration, clapping the “Yes We Can” beat longer than all of the others in her private box, listening seriously and then grinning like a beauty queen when all was said and done. The display was so warm and fuzzy that it had me singing Operation Ivy’s “Unity” in my buzzy brain all night, and imagining that everyone in the stadium was like, totally holding hands and forgiving each others’ differences and stuff.
With all of these feverish, giddy, magical feelings swirling through the stadium of 70,000 (or so) chantin’, flag-flyin’ Democrats, it suddenly seemed that everything looked more beautiful than they ever had before: the fireworks’ spectacular red glare was so very red that it made us bleed American, Stevie Wonder’s sweet voice lingered in the air as if played by a magical, silvery, lyre, and Michelle Obama gleamed like a goddess, looking her most stunning and beautifully-dressed.
I know, I know. I thought it was the wine and fervor, too. Until I found out today that our potential future first lady was dressed–not in Armani, not in Chanel–but Thakoon.
And that’s not just the wine and fervor talking.
Filed under: Asian Fashion Designers, Barack Obama's Speech at Invesco Field, Best Night Ever, FUZZY TUMMY FEELINGS, Glorious Moments, Hillary Clinton, Michelle Obama, Sartorial Choices, Thakoon, Yes We Can
I had a friend in college, Linda, whose aesthetic I simply wanted. She was a million feet tall, with thin, pale arms, a most elegant collarbone, slim hips, long, knobby legs, the cutest, bluntest bob haircut. She had the most gorgeous Korean face that required no makeup: pensive almond eyes, high cheekbones, fair skin, a plush pout.
People like this can wear anything: microminis with a work shirt and wellies, ugly vintage muumuus with cowboy boots, billowy silk blouses with plaid shorts and knee socks, perfectly-tailored men’s suits.
I’ve never met her physical match. Until… RAIN.
Filed under: Admirasian, Appearances, Comic-Con, Girls Who Can Rock Any Outfit, I Covet Crack Whore Legs, Men's Suits, Movie Promotion, Ninja Assassin, People That Can Wear No Makeup, Sartorial Choices