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I’ve always wanted a pair of ram horns, and this gilded pair have QUITE the fashion pedigree. They came from Isabella Blow’s sheep farm, and were made into a headpiece by Philip Treacy for Alexander McQueen’s 1997 Givenchy show, that was then worn by Naomi Campbell. If you’re going to die for fashion, that’s the way to do it. (via Naomi Hit Me)


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“In two weeks I’m going in to have bladder cancer surgery. And there’s a good chance that I might die.  Part of me hopes I do die.  I could care less.  Man, I’ve had cancer four times in my life, pneumonia nine times, and polio twice. I would say that I’m due. If I die, it will be somebody else’s turn to be kicked around and disliked.” – legendary music producer/songwriter/madman/genius Kim Fowley, in a fascinating car crash of an interview for Rock Cellar magazine. (t/y Brett)


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“No!” you scream. “Please no more Whitney!” And I hear you. I’m with you. But this is slightly different. There’s no “Greatest Love of All,” thank God, and it’s not just Whitney. It’s six songs smashed together, three of them Whitney’s, but there’s also Adele, Florence + the Machine, and Bruno Mars. The end result is sort of dreamy and sorrowful and it all fits together rather deliciously, I think, and sounds nothing like any ONE of them. Some say Bruno ruins the mix, but I say Bruno could never do that. Give it a whirl and tell me what YOU think. And then I promise: No more Whitney for a looooong time.


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From Just Jared: “In the episode, the 19-year-old newly single entertainer puts his own spin on Michael Buble‘s ‘Haven’t Met You Yet’ at a fancy loft party.” You can listen to the track (above), but be warned, it’s pretty cringe-worthy. And that makes me sad. I feel like this show had a lot of promise (Anjelica Houston! Show tunes! Rousing dance numbers!), but they just failed to do anything with it. Say what you will, but High School Musical reinvented the wheel (hot jocks singing to the syncopated rhythm of a dribbling basketball made musicals palatable for teenage girls AND boys) and Glee took that one step further by incorporating current top 40 songs into each episode (making a FORTUNE in the process). Smash is limp and lifeless and brings nothing to the table that hasn’t been done (better) in a thousand Busby Berkley musicals. It feels like it’s target demographic is the not-so-coveted 50-75 “old queen” demographic. So YES, by all means bring Nick Jonas on. Bring on all the pretty young things you can to cover up the stench of your decaying plot lines. I just don’t think I’ll be racing home to watch it.