Another Pammyland submission: Diamond Dave in Lafayette, CA (20 miles east of San Francisco) pulls out all the stops when it comes to hip-hop. He's actually not half bad, and there's nothing like it in the big city. Well, maybe in Vegas...
Sent to pammyland (you made need to refresh the page to watch again):
"My mom took this pic of me and my nephew on our outing to San Francisco. I had to make this animated GIF to celebrate how proud my mom was for capturing an amazingly bizarre moment happening unbeknownst to us in the background. Moments after the pic was taken, the woman's boyfriend (in light blue to the far side of the first image) 'retrieves' her from teasing the dude in navy blue and they walk off together..."
makes you like the kid that can breathe poison air. Or the kid that ends up devoting his adult life to comic book conventions. Really the same thing in the end.
Designers are fighting to protect their brands from being endorsed by the 'wrong' sort of celebrity, says Clare Coulson.
In the recently published Fashion Babylon, there's a great anecdote describing what must be one of the first recorded incidents of a label being WAGGED.
Years ago, when Tom Ford was creative director at Gucci, he spotted Victoria Beckham out and about wearing some of his designs. Worried about the negative effect that this could have on the brand, he allegedly called his London PR and demanded to know who was responsible for putting Posh into the outfit.
The PR told him that she had bought the clothes at full price at the Gucci shop. Ford is reported to have screeched: "Well, somebody stop her!"
Whether or not this story is true, it illustrates the problem that high-fashion houses now face; once a label's clothes or accessories are seen on who a designer deems to be the "wrong" person, its credibility can plummet.
As a group, no one has done more to kill off a handful of trends and labels than high-profile footballers' wives. Being WAGGED is now the greatest danger facing any new It-bag or hot label.
Keith fights back: "I think this whole thing is farfetched and crazy," he continues. "I have gotten so much fan e-mail from this whole thing. People want me to be the bad boy, but I am not that guy. … I thought I would win because of talent, but now I don't know who's to blame but I am not owning up to this."
Britney is easy fodder round these parts, I know. This clip really sent it home though, so I want you to see it. I guess her Louisiana accent really comes out when she’s stoned.
From People, Nick's got the "Insider's Perspective": "Lesson 101 to all design students and future Project Runway contestants: Pay attention in your pattern and draping classes or, at the very least, freshen up on your How To Make A Dress manual before you show up to Parsons, not while you are there. Otherwise, you might face the unfortunate consequences Keith did when he was discovered with pattern-making books and find yourself humiliated on national television.
Seeing Tim Gunn plant his Macy's-clad rear on the dirty floor of the boy's apartment while telling Keith he had to leave was too much to bear. And I know that Tim was none too happy when he received that phone call at midnight instructing him to get out from under those Egyptian cotton sheets, take off those silky pajamas and go kick Keith to the New York City curb.
It is unfortunate because Keith's creations so far were quite good and he was cute to boot. Those blue eyes had many viewers panting, I am sure. But he was way too cocky and self-assured. I just hope tattle-teller Kayne never runs into Keith in a dark alley because there will be a throwdown! Beaded pageant dresses will be ripped, coiffed red hair will be disheveled and all that southern charm will end up by the wayside. If anything, this should make for an exciting reunion show."
George Michael's fiancé Kenny Gross has called off their planned lavish wedding after revelations of George's latest tryst in a public park. He was caught by the paparazzi with a 58 year-old, unemployed van driver.
Hot rumor and something I've been ready for for a long, long time. Posh and Becks are coming to America! My enthusiasm is partly fueled by my new and rabid addiction to Footballers Wives. Start with the first episode of the first season and you too will be hooked. You may also incorporate the new Pammyland mantra, which is "Chardonnay, your BOOBS!"
More Becks on hols. America needs more speedos like this.
Random sports story: A jockey in England has been charged with headbutting his horse. What is this world coming to?
it's tiny dancer!
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