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Men’s Make-Up

Russell Brand is the Katy Perry of men's cosmetics. (Click image)

Finally, men can come out of the closet…and we are not talking about their sexuality here, rather, that men can openly say they use cosmetics and still maintain their butchness…ish. The New York Times Style section has an article about the rapidly growing market of cosmetics created exclusively for men. I love that the evolution of man boils down to his desire to maintain his youth and beauty. Not that there’s anything wrong with it. On the contrary. When men became admitted metrosexuals…though I prefer the term Manzies for this purpose…all bets were off. Suddenly, “straight” men were allowed to wear a pink Ralph Lauren Polo Shirt…collar up, sport an over-sized purse and drink cocktails with titles.

Zac Efron should do a deal woth MAC Cosmetics...if you ask me.

The men’s cosmetics industry is in fact booming and I applaud those who create the product lines and the men who use them. Let’s all be honest…who doesn’t want to look the best they can? Lord knows I tweeze and cover whatever is not locked down to my personage. And if you look at the “boys” on the Jersey Shore…you’d think that Snooki and JWoww were the guys in the house.

New Year’s Eve + Shopping = Fashion’s Night Out

There is no better place to be than the Meatpacking District on Fashion's Night Out on September 10th.

What do Selma Blair, Christina Ricci, Kelly Rowland, Sean Lennon, Robin Thicke, Charlotte Kemp Muhl, Helena Christensen, Miike Snow, DJ Cassidy, Ali Hewson, Harley Viera Newton, Mia Morretti have in common? Fashion’s Night Out in the Meatpacking District, which we have sub-named…Fashion Lives Downtown.

Say what you want about Fashion’s Night Out, that Anna is only doing this for Vogue, or that Jews in Borough Park are mortified because it falls on Rosh Hashanah, or that this is about drinking and not shopping, but Fashion’s Night Out is like the blob and literally engulfing all of Manhattan. Yes, I know, it has spread to other cities as well…but let’s face it….NYC is where it’s at. Fashion’s Night Out has taken on a life of its own and we have organized a ferocious set of events and activities throughout the Meatpacking District that are off the hook. Click the image for a complete list of activities. Also, please note, that I MEAN…WHAT?!? will be handing out Fotzy Balloons that evening as well…no..seriously….actual balloons that say FOTZY.

Reviewing the Emmy Awards Show

Don't be popping that cork just yet.

The Emmy Wards were not terrible. But they were not great either. The reason why the Grammy Awards racks up over 25 million viewers, like twice that of the Emmys, is because the show itself is interesting…or more so…due to the sheer fact that there are performances. I have to agree with Defamer on half of their commentary. I liked Jimmy Fallon as host, though he could be reeled in a bit. Not everything worked. The worst part of the telecast was that color commentator who spoke as each winner went to the stage to receive their awards. He was unfunny and beyond annoying. The bad little bits and barbs that the presenters spew trying to act spontaneous are painful at best. The other thing about the Grammy Awards is that they don’t have corny orchestra music. The Emmys, as well as the Oscars are so old fashioned, like in a corny french horns kind of way. Anyhoo…between the bad up-do’s on the red carpet and the format of a show that lacks energy and performances, someone hip needs to take the reigns of these awards shows and change things up.

The Emmy Up-Do…Don’t

Everyone and their cousin is chiming in on who looked great or who looked like crap on the Emmy Red Carpet.  Surely I am tuning in tonight to hear Joan Rivers and Kelly Osbourne’s two cents on who they think is Best and Worst Dress. SIDEBAR: Just saw Joan Rivers’ Piece of Work this weekend, and she really is a dynamo. Glad E! brought her back into their fold. Anyhoo, yes, I can’t agree more with most of the commentaries but one thing I cannot forgive is the Emmy Up Do. I’m sorry, but there are two moments in a woman’s life when she makes bad hair decisions:

1: Weddings
2: Red Carpet Events

What compels women to forgo their usual relaxed hairstyles for something that looks so awkward. They become robot heads and in most cases, it just does not work. Just because you are on a red carpet, does not make you Audrey Hepburn. Here are a few examples:

Rita Wilson was wrong on all fronts. The Prada dress, the wanna be Prada ad campaign hair. Oy.

The hair, the dress. Just sing and dance girl. Too pretty to be this clueless. Does she not own a gay?

This actress needs to know the red carpet basics. Loud prints on loud bodies does not work. And the hair should have stayed down.

Kim Kardashian is lovely...but I would have rather seen a high ponytail rather than this wanna be Alexandre de Paris.

Jane, Jane, Jane. The couture Escada colostomy bag is not helped with your up do...or rather...up don't.

Kate Gosselin is still annoying. And I can;'t quite make out whether she has her extensions pulled back or its back to her dyke cut.

Lauren Graham also needs to purchase a gay. Between the bad hair and the dress designed by a straight man (Yigal Azruel) there is no way a gay was part of her team. Wanna bet?

Ditto on Kristin Whig. Not a gay in sight.

Heidi Klum should have known better. The dress is wrong, the hair is too. Project Runway needs to do an episode on making an Emmy Red Carpet dress for Heidi.

Yikes. This is like a black birthday cake.

Rose Byrne, what in God's name is that bride of Frankenstein homage.

Emily Blunt's 30's bob needed volume.

Conan O'Brien had an up-do with sad eyes.

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