They’re everywhere. From top left: Lenny Kravitz in New York pretending he’s not himself (soon to be playing Marvin Gaye in a biopic); Adrian Grenier sans entourage, leaving popular celebrity hang Katsuya in Hollywood; Shia LaBeouf filling up on gas and coffee in Los Angeles (just dumped his girlfriend of two years Karolyn Pho for his Nymphomaniac costar Mia Goth, oh my!); and Anna Faris on a lunch date with her parents at Kiwami in Los Angeles.
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Out and about with the stars. They’re obvious, but in case you’re new to pop culture, they’re identified clockwise from upper left: Bradley Cooper heads to the gym in Manhattan; Tom’s son Connor Cruise leaves London’s Chinawhite club after a deejaying gig there; Josh Brolin reshoots scenes in LA’s Chinatown for the film Gangster Squad; and Lenny Kravitz walks through New York’s Soho district with his cellphone clapped to his ear à la Paris Hilton. (Photos: Pacific Coast News)
Lenny is about to have a MAJOR moment, of course, as one of the stars of The Hunger Games. He plays the flamboyant (but nurturing! Oh, so nurturing!) costume designer Cinna, who transforms Katniss into THE GIRL ON FIRE! (Spoiler alert?) And while this clip of the two of them together makes me a little nervous (his delivery so wooden!), I just keep telling myself how wonderful he was in Precious, and hope for the best. It’s been years – DECADES! – since I’ve found Lenny Kravitz hot, but suddenly he’s looking good again, isn’t he? He’s grizzled ever-so-slightly into one fine daddy. (via dlisted via Interview)
Clockwise from top left: Joe Jonas and new friend; Johnny Depp; Christian Slater and Lenny Kravitz; Shakira and new friend. (Meanwhile, we’re loving the new friends.)
The Hunger Games marketing blitz is in full swing. We’ve seen Effie Trinket’s nail polish line, now the guys of Capitol City are getting into the action with Cinna’s gold guyliner ad and Seneca’s beard-shaping razor. The citizen’s of Panem’s Capitol City are supposed to be silly and affected, mind you. Elaborate tattoos, wigs, and wildly styled costumes in vivid colors are all the rage. Plastic surgery and other extreme makeovers (such as dying your skin and having whisker implants) are commonplace. It’s all suppposed to be a comment about materialism and totalitarianism, but I just find it odd that an anti-capitalist book is turning into a capitalist frenzy.