Louder is better. Supermodel Raquel kicks it to level 9 in the most explicit, over-the-top, and glam rock-ready looks of the season”
Photographer . Mario Sorrenti
Styling . Jane How
Friday, February 26, 2010
HIGH PERFORMANCE / V.MAG
V Magazine issue 64 not out until March, but you can catch a sneak peak here! “HIGH PERFORMANCE”
Louder is better. Supermodel Raquel kicks it to level 9 in the most explicit, over-the-top, and glam rock-ready looks of the season”
Photographer . Mario Sorrenti
Styling . Jane How
Louder is better. Supermodel Raquel kicks it to level 9 in the most explicit, over-the-top, and glam rock-ready looks of the season”
Photographer . Mario Sorrenti
Styling . Jane How
FOTOS DE AMERICO
FOTOS DE AMERICO
Fotos de Américo (Domingo Jonhy Vega Urzúa) - Cantante de música tropical chileno (cumbia)
Americo y su doble
FOTOS DE LAURA LEON
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Lacey Brown Hairstyle
Credit: Michael Becker/FOXLacey Brown, I love the look, soulfoul voice, she's cute and I love her hair too.
Her rendition of "What a Wonderful World" from Hollywood round was great and very endearing and what a great attitude about not getting through last year. I really liked Megan Joy (who got thru instead of her) but Megan didn't quite deliver although she was good. I'm glad Lacey was given another chance this week. Some people say her hairstyle is called "The Suspicious Duchess".
Thursday, February 25, 2010
In Which I Pay Tribute To ADawg
Out of all our friends (besides Paul, of course) ADawg is the one who takes the most shit. And I admit, sometimes it's undeserved. Like for instance, it's not his fault that his dad is only 4'10" and shirtless 84% of the time. We can't help ourselves, sometimes it's just fun to see the little guy lose his cool and freak out on us. It's a victimless crime.
Example: A few years ago, ADawg, Bergman and I ended up in a gay bar in San Francisco. I know I'm getting ripped on (deservedly) for this story either way, but full disclosure: it was our first night there, we had no idea where the places to be were at, so we jumped into a taxi and told the driver to take us somewhere cool. The driver, perhaps seeing three well-dressed dudes and no girls and doing some quick calculations in his head, promptly drove us straight to a gay bar, which we didn't realize was sexually oriented either direction until a couple hours later. As soon as we realized it, Bergman and I thought it was hilarious and began flirting with ADawg- trying to pet his hair, grabbing his ass when he would bend over for a billiards shot, etc. etc. The angrier ADawg became, the more fun it was for us. After threatening to leave multiple times, ADawg finally snapped, and after chewing out both our asses (not literally) he started heading outside to hail a taxi to the hotel by himself, until we talked him down off the ledge. Classic ADawg.
Now, REALLY full disclosure: towards the end of the night, it became obvious that the bartender was taking a, um, liking to me. So I did what any perfectly straight guy would do: shamelessly flirted with him until he took care of our tab. And I've taken some shit for that part of the story in the past, but you know what? I'd do it again. That tab was like $150, and it's not like I had to play tummy sticks or anything. Not that there's anything wrong with that.
Editor's note: Bergman and I were rehashing this story the other day and I was trying to remember if I forgot any funny details, and Bergman reminded me what the bartender told me after he took care of our tab, and as I was trying to at least throw him a few bucks for a tip: "Don't worry about it- you're all the compensation I need."
I don't even care that a dude said it to me.....THAT'S a compliment.
So anyway, back to ADawg. Sometimes, it's totally his fault that we make fun of him. A couple weeks ago, while KU was dismantling Texas on ESPN, I received a text from him that read:
Wow, go Kansas! How's it going man?
My reply: Hey dude, been a while, blah blah blah.....How's Bobbi?
Him: Well, pregnant! Oh, by the way, don't tell anyone, we haven't told our parents yet.
Me: Say whaaaaaaaat?!?!?!?!?!
I mean, how does that conversation take a turn like that, especially when they hadn't even told their parents yet? I was only Groomsman #6 in his wedding, no way I should be getting that announcement first. Only ADawg announces a pregnancy all Ron Chalant-style, one sentence after congratulating me on a college basketball game on TV.
So congrats to ADawg and Bobbi. Hopefully they have a son just like ADawg, who wears polo shirts that are a size and a half too tight; takes the time to make seven rough drafts for a one-page 6th grade writing assignment because it has to be perfect; and rather than actually gamble, hangs out by the slots and pretends to be putting in a dollar right when the server walks by so he can keep getting free drinks all day.
It wasn't exactly difficult to find a picture of ADawg pointing into a camera (he popularized the ADawg Point years and years ago; for my money it's the best pointing pose in the world besides Manny Ramirez) but I didn't think I would find one of him looking so douchetastic. Justin Timberlake called, he said he left his hat poolside in Vegas, could you please return it to him?
Example: A few years ago, ADawg, Bergman and I ended up in a gay bar in San Francisco. I know I'm getting ripped on (deservedly) for this story either way, but full disclosure: it was our first night there, we had no idea where the places to be were at, so we jumped into a taxi and told the driver to take us somewhere cool. The driver, perhaps seeing three well-dressed dudes and no girls and doing some quick calculations in his head, promptly drove us straight to a gay bar, which we didn't realize was sexually oriented either direction until a couple hours later. As soon as we realized it, Bergman and I thought it was hilarious and began flirting with ADawg- trying to pet his hair, grabbing his ass when he would bend over for a billiards shot, etc. etc. The angrier ADawg became, the more fun it was for us. After threatening to leave multiple times, ADawg finally snapped, and after chewing out both our asses (not literally) he started heading outside to hail a taxi to the hotel by himself, until we talked him down off the ledge. Classic ADawg.
Now, REALLY full disclosure: towards the end of the night, it became obvious that the bartender was taking a, um, liking to me. So I did what any perfectly straight guy would do: shamelessly flirted with him until he took care of our tab. And I've taken some shit for that part of the story in the past, but you know what? I'd do it again. That tab was like $150, and it's not like I had to play tummy sticks or anything. Not that there's anything wrong with that.
Editor's note: Bergman and I were rehashing this story the other day and I was trying to remember if I forgot any funny details, and Bergman reminded me what the bartender told me after he took care of our tab, and as I was trying to at least throw him a few bucks for a tip: "Don't worry about it- you're all the compensation I need."
I don't even care that a dude said it to me.....THAT'S a compliment.
So anyway, back to ADawg. Sometimes, it's totally his fault that we make fun of him. A couple weeks ago, while KU was dismantling Texas on ESPN, I received a text from him that read:
Wow, go Kansas! How's it going man?
My reply: Hey dude, been a while, blah blah blah.....How's Bobbi?
Him: Well, pregnant! Oh, by the way, don't tell anyone, we haven't told our parents yet.
Me: Say whaaaaaaaat?!?!?!?!?!
I mean, how does that conversation take a turn like that, especially when they hadn't even told their parents yet? I was only Groomsman #6 in his wedding, no way I should be getting that announcement first. Only ADawg announces a pregnancy all Ron Chalant-style, one sentence after congratulating me on a college basketball game on TV.
So congrats to ADawg and Bobbi. Hopefully they have a son just like ADawg, who wears polo shirts that are a size and a half too tight; takes the time to make seven rough drafts for a one-page 6th grade writing assignment because it has to be perfect; and rather than actually gamble, hangs out by the slots and pretends to be putting in a dollar right when the server walks by so he can keep getting free drinks all day.
It wasn't exactly difficult to find a picture of ADawg pointing into a camera (he popularized the ADawg Point years and years ago; for my money it's the best pointing pose in the world besides Manny Ramirez) but I didn't think I would find one of him looking so douchetastic. Justin Timberlake called, he said he left his hat poolside in Vegas, could you please return it to him?
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
torture me with all I wanted.
I want my issue of LOVE magazine already, HELP! At least I know I'll be able to get it sooner or later, unlike the latest issue of Mirage magazine that I am still dying to have. Its been out forever and I still cant find it here!\
I recently saw a blog post by another blogger talking about how she is moving and that she got rid of half of her magazines. I thought to myself, oh my, I don't know if I would ever be able to do such a thing. Everyone knows I'm beyond obsessed when it comes to buying and collecting magazines, with each one being full of so much talent and beauty, I could never just toss them out. What if, I got to the point where I had so many that I couldn't get around my house? Then I think I would qualify to be a crazy contestant on a reality show for something like True life: Im obsessed or better yet, Clean House. Wow... ok. Im getting slightly carried away considering my magazines only fill up one single book case and half of my desk. Not too big of deal, yet. I think the caffeine is getting to me tonight, because this is slightly random and doesn't have much to do with fashion. Forgive me!
OH! I almost forgot. Tomorrow night, the Prada show will be airing live at 7:00pm on their website. So tune in and watch. Im super excited.
The past re-discovered.
xoxo
hey stud.
Is it safe to say that... studs... are OUT? I'm over it.
P.s.
I wish I could dress like this everyday. Can you imagine!
FOTOS DE LAURA LEON
FOTOS DE LAURA LEON
FOTOS E IMAGENES DE LAURA LEON 
Fotos de Laura León (Rebeca Valderrama) - Actriz, cantante y conductora mexicana, nació el 24 de Noviembre de 1952
Laura León con su peculiar estilo artístico se ha ganado el corazón y la admiración de muchos
Portada de Album de Laura León
Laura León elegante y de blanco 
Laura León con sombrero negro 
Album de Laura León (20 TropiExitos)
Bella sonrisa de Laura León y vestida de negro
A Laura León también se le conoce como la "Tesorito"
Laura León luciendo su bella figura apesar de sus años
Rostro de Laura León
Laura León en una de sus tantas presentaciones
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Monday, February 22, 2010
The Top 5. Volume 12.
My top 5 good songs that were forever altered by subsequent events.
5. NBA on NBC theme- John Tesh
The original title of this list was going to be 'songs ruined by subsequent events' until I realized that this song hasn't been ruined, per se, it's just different now. When NBC still broadcasted NBA games, it was just a badass song. Now when I listen to it, it still gets me jacked up, but also makes me a little sad and nostalgic. Even though those were the days when the NBA teams I hated the most always won the championship, they were still the good ol' days (little known fact: the first time in my life when the team I was cheering for in the Finals actually won was 2004, when Detroit beat the Lakers.) There was a cassette tape, long destroyed now, of me playing the theme song, then at the part when the music would downshift and announcers would say something like "we're here at the Great Western Forum this afternoon, where Charles Barkley and the Phoenix Suns come to battle Magic Johnson and the Lakers" I would start talking over the TV announcers, announcing the matchup that was about to be played with my starting lineups. There was also a recording of me doing play-by-play of the 1991 Duke/Kansas national championship game, but fortunately that's gone now too.
I feel like I might've revealed a bit too much about my childhood in that paragraph.
Pretty much the only DMB song I can really get on board with (that sound you hear is 80% of my friends clicking the red 'X' button because I'm not a diehard DMB fan like they are) and now, thanks to the beginning of this clip, I can't listen to it without giggling uncontrollably. "Get my phone out for the Google Maps, yeahhh" Damn you for being hilarious, Bloomington Bros.
A song I loved until a few months ago, when I heard the song 'Let a Ho Be a Ho', an old-school rap song by Willie D that inexplicably samples the cash register noise and a couple beats of the bass line from 'Money.' Not sure how they got away with that, unless somehow Mr. Floyd (Pink Floyd was a person, right?) gave his permission, which is baffling if he did. Now when I hear the real version, I can't help but think of the importance of letting a ho be a ho. Just one of those songs that has no business being sampled for hip-hop purposes. I could write a whole separate post on this, but others in this category: Under Pressure by Queen & David Bowie/Ice Ice Baby by Vanilla Ice; Kashmir by Led Zeppelin/Come With Me by Puff Daddy; In-a-godda-da-vida by Iron Butterfly/Hip Hop is Dead by Nas; and the theme from and Psycho/Gimme Some More by Busta Rhymes.
2. Smells Like Teen Spirit- Nirvana
-The song that helped put alternative/grunge music on the map
Also, the "Who started using this symbol first?" battle between DDP and Jay-Z was one of the more underrated lawsuits of the decade. It's hilarious that someone who so blatantly steals his theme song can be so pissed off when a rap mogul steals his hand signal.
5. NBA on NBC theme- John Tesh
The original title of this list was going to be 'songs ruined by subsequent events' until I realized that this song hasn't been ruined, per se, it's just different now. When NBC still broadcasted NBA games, it was just a badass song. Now when I listen to it, it still gets me jacked up, but also makes me a little sad and nostalgic. Even though those were the days when the NBA teams I hated the most always won the championship, they were still the good ol' days (little known fact: the first time in my life when the team I was cheering for in the Finals actually won was 2004, when Detroit beat the Lakers.) There was a cassette tape, long destroyed now, of me playing the theme song, then at the part when the music would downshift and announcers would say something like "we're here at the Great Western Forum this afternoon, where Charles Barkley and the Phoenix Suns come to battle Magic Johnson and the Lakers" I would start talking over the TV announcers, announcing the matchup that was about to be played with my starting lineups. There was also a recording of me doing play-by-play of the 1991 Duke/Kansas national championship game, but fortunately that's gone now too.
I feel like I might've revealed a bit too much about my childhood in that paragraph.
4. Ants Marching- Dave Matthews Band
Pretty much the only DMB song I can really get on board with (that sound you hear is 80% of my friends clicking the red 'X' button because I'm not a diehard DMB fan like they are) and now, thanks to the beginning of this clip, I can't listen to it without giggling uncontrollably. "Get my phone out for the Google Maps, yeahhh" Damn you for being hilarious, Bloomington Bros.
3. Money- Pink Floyd
A song I loved until a few months ago, when I heard the song 'Let a Ho Be a Ho', an old-school rap song by Willie D that inexplicably samples the cash register noise and a couple beats of the bass line from 'Money.' Not sure how they got away with that, unless somehow Mr. Floyd (Pink Floyd was a person, right?) gave his permission, which is baffling if he did. Now when I hear the real version, I can't help but think of the importance of letting a ho be a ho. Just one of those songs that has no business being sampled for hip-hop purposes. I could write a whole separate post on this, but others in this category: Under Pressure by Queen & David Bowie/Ice Ice Baby by Vanilla Ice; Kashmir by Led Zeppelin/Come With Me by Puff Daddy; In-a-godda-da-vida by Iron Butterfly/Hip Hop is Dead by Nas; and the theme from and Psycho/Gimme Some More by Busta Rhymes.
Which one of these doesn't belong:
-The song that helped put alternative/grunge music on the map
-The defining song of a generation
-One of the most important songs of the last 20 years, and maybe ever
-The entrance music for Diamond Dallas PageIf you're anything like me, and got sucked back into watching professional wrestling in the late 90's (five years after you thought you were done with it forever) you can't listen to this song without getting to the six second mark, making a diamond shape with your hands, and shouting "Self High Five!!!!!" Kurt Cobain was rolling in his grave, until DDP dug him up and gave him a vicious Diamond Cutter.
Also, the "Who started using this symbol first?" battle between DDP and Jay-Z was one of the more underrated lawsuits of the decade. It's hilarious that someone who so blatantly steals his theme song can be so pissed off when a rap mogul steals his hand signal.#1. Stuck in the Middle With You- Stealer's Wheel
This is the song being played in Reservoir Dogs when Mr. Blonde tortures the cop, cutting his ear off, pouring gasoline all over him and trying to set him on fire before being shot. It's not the most gory scene in the world- and it's pretty much child's play compared to the Hostel movies and the other splatter films released nowadays- but for whatever reason, it's just a really, really uncomfortable scene that hits close to home (even though the closest I've come to losing an ear is rupturing my eardrum, and to the best of my knowledge, nobody has ever attempted to set me on fire.) The downside is that the insane Mr. Blonde cranks the radio and makes this song the soundtrack to his torture, forever ruining this song for me and probably thousands of others. Instant cringing the second I hear a note of it.
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