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Kristinia DeBarge, twenty-six today, is the daughter of James DeBarge, of that well-known musical family. (James was married, briefly, to Janet Jackson, but this isn’t Janet’s daughter: that marriage was annulled several years before Kristinia’s birth in 1990.) About the time her 2009 album Exposed came out, she looked something like this:

Kristinia DeBarge in 2009

“Goodbye,” the hit single from Exposed, climbed to #15 on Billboard’s Hot 100 and moved enough copies to be certified platinum: despite its kiss-off nature, it’s kind of fun, and it’s powered, so to speak, by Steam:

It’s possible to imagine someone not singing along with the chorus, but it’s not easy.

Kristinia DeBarge in 2014

She hasn’t sustained the success of “Goodbye,” but she’s stayed busy; she’s featured on “Let Go,” a 2014 hit in Scandinavia by Finnish rapper (!) Redrama.

I have no doubt we’ll hear from her again.

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The sound of (relative) silence

The pitch for these boots: not only do they come in three lengths — in the same boot! — but they’re a whole lot less noisy. To illustrate, a video that’s occasionally a bit loud:

There’s a complete text review to be had, but absent, say, a table full of SPL data in decibels, the video does a better job of demonstrating the comparative quiet.

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Her name was Joanne

Joanne Gignilliat Trimmier Woodward, as of this writing, is the second-oldest person in Wikipedia born on the 27th of February: she’s 86 today. She did a whole lot of Golden Age television, and won the Academy Award for Best Actress in 1957 for The Three Faces of Eve, in which she played a woman with dissociative identity disorder — what we used to call “multiple personalities.”

Joanne Woodward on the beach

In 1960, she was among the first group of celebrities honored on the Hollywood Walk of Fame; she was the first to pose for a photoshoot with her star, which has led to the belief that hers was the first star on the Walk, which it wasn’t.

Joanne Woodward on the Hollywood Walk of Fame

She and Paul Newman were married for fifty years, until his death in 2008.

Joanne Woodward with Paul Newman

Which may explain the dedication in Lucky Them (2013), Woodward’s most recent film, in which she has a small voice-only role and an executive-producer credit: it’s to Newman, “an inspiration, mentor, cheering squad, and darn good reason a gal could still have trouble finding a gent to fill his boots.”

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Runway blockage

Blake Lively at NY Fashion Week 2016A bit more than fifty years ago, it occurred to me — the actual circumstances under which this happened, I couldn’t tell you — that a female of the species with her legs crossed at the knee had about 150 percent greater distraction potential, at least from my insufficiently-vantaged vantage point. Years passed before it occurred to me that this action of theirs also took up extra space. At the time, I didn’t much care. Then again, I’m not the guy running a fashion show:

If you’re lucky enough to sit front row at a New York Fashion Week show, you can expect cameras in your face, celebrities by your side — and being told to uncross your legs.

At the Michael Kors show Wednesday, actress Blake Lively refused to comply with the photographers’ “crossed legs rule,” causing quite a stir.

Lively sat front row alongside her mother and friends Naomie Harris and Riley Keough. The group was personally told by company chairman John D. Idol to uncross their legs before the show began, but none of them listened, Zap2It reports.

Although Lively is justly renowned for her gams, this isn’t a distraction issue:

Front-row attendees are commonly asked to uncross their legs before shows begin to keep the runway clear for shots.

“It’s for the photographers,” a “fashionista” tells Page Six. “People’s legs get in the way … it messes up the shots.”

I pulled a few pages out of the archives, and either compliance with this rule is marginal at best, or the paparazzi are getting their celeb shots before the models come out.

Addendum: As long as we’re on the subject of Blake Lively’s legs:

Blake Lively kicks up her heels

Blake Lively takes a call

If you believe those hacks from the Daily Mail, the “perfect” female celebrity has exactly these legs.

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The stylist of songs

In the summer of 1964, the peak of the British Invasion, there was still a place on the American charts for non-white non-English non-boys, and into that place, as smoothly as could be, slid Nancy Wilson, who made it to #11 with “(You Don’t Know) How Glad I Am.” It was a jazzier piece than its florid arrangement might have let you think; “I wish I were an artist,” she sings, and you think, “Oh, honey, you don’t have to worry about that.”

Nancy Wilson wire-service photo

She pulled off this not-quite-nerd-girl look quite effectively, leaving Capitol, her record label of the day, with the task of trying to glam her up without overdoing it. Sometimes they even succeeded:

Cover art, Nancy Wilson Today My Way

Cover art, Nancy Wilson Nancy Naturally

At the end of the Seventies, she cut an album called Life, Love and Harmony, which yielded “Sunshine,” an excursion into funk that today is highly prized in the Northern Soul scene in, um, England.

Still, her roots are in jazzy pop and/or poppy jazz, as we hear as she runs through “How Glad I Am” at Newport in 1987:

Still an artist, of course. She retired from live performance in 2011; today she turns seventy-nine.

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Swiftly played

Several kind folks live-tweet red-carpet events, so I got several looks at this slightly strange garb worn by Taylor Swift at the Grammys yesterday:

Taylor Swift at the 2016 Grammy awards

The dress, such as it is, comes from Atelier Versace, and those are Stuart Weitzman heels affording her a four-inch lift she hardly needs. Add to that the Sia-sideways bob, and TS is giving us the full WTF. Said the ever-bristly Quinn Cummings: “Why is Taylor Swift wearing a fluorescent censor bar?”

So I moved in for a closer look, but by then she was guarded by squad members. In this particular case, it’s Selena Gomez:

Taylor Swift and Selena Gomez at the 2016 Grammy awards

You might want to keep these pictures in mind, just in case Vogue’s Anna Wintour ever becomes a zombie: she’s gonna look exactly like Taylor, give or take several grams of makeup.

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Bluntly speaking

British-American actress Emily Blunt — she was born in London, but took US citizenship last year — turns 33 next week, and she’s been working almost constantly for over a decade, though I didn’t catch her until 2006, in The Devil Wears Prada. (Stanley Tucci, also in Devil, is in Real Life™ married to Emily’s sister Felicia.)

Emily Blunt on the red carpet

In 2010, she married John Krasinski; they have a daughter and are expecting a second child this year.

Emily Blunt on the floor

And this family stuff may have suggested to her a side career as a voice actress: she voiced Juliet in Gnomeo & Juliet (2010), she’ll be heard this year in something called Animal Crackers, no relation to the Marx brothers’ original, and next year we (at least I) will hear her as an as-yet-unidentified character, presumably equine, in an actual My Little Pony movie.

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A hell of an arrangement

“Two words,” said the not-entirely-cryptic email from McGehee. “Lauren German.”

I drew a blank on the name, then did the usual Binging about. After stints in Hawaii Five-O v2.0 and Chicago Fire, she’s just started Lucifer, the title character of which is the one-time Prince of Darkness, graduated to the next logical plane of existence: running a nightclub in Los Angeles. Lauren plays an LAPD detective, homicide division, who occasionally works with ol’ Scratch to solve crimes. This is not, I am assured, a reality show.

Lauren German, of course, is quite real:

Lauren German sort of taking it easy

Lauren German still sort of taking it easy

Her Wikipedia bio states: “In 2001, German was selected as the world’s 47th-sexiest woman in Maxim.” I never have been able to figure out how they quantify these things. But after looking at some of the pictures from that era, I’d say she hasn’t exactly deteriorated in the interim. Deal with the devil? I report, you deride.

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Royal Danish

There’s nothing like an American election to make me appreciate European royalty. (Make of that what you will.)

Formal-ish portrait of Mary, Crown Princess of Denmark

The lady in question is Mary, Crown Princess of Denmark, forty-four, married to Crown Prince Frederik, the heir apparent to the Danish throne. She doesn’t look especially Scandinavian, which is probably due to the fact that she was born in Tasmania, off the Australian coast; His Royal Highness met her in a pub in Sydney during his visit to the 2000 Olympic Games, and they were wed four years later. (In 2003 she started taking Danish lessons, for perhaps obvious reasons.)

Highly informal portrait of Mary, Crown Princess of Denmark

The couple have four children, the youngest (just turned five) a pair of twins. I am, of course, delighted to see that Her Royal Highness can rock the LBD:

Mary, Crown Princess of Denmark attends some sort of fest

Okay, it’s not all that black. Big deal. Mary is the Patron of the Copenhagen Fashion Summit, and if she says it’s black — which she hasn’t, actually — I shan’t dispute her.

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Hutton around

After shooting off my mouth about the beauties of Chucktown, I figured the least I could do would be to provide an example thereof. The name that immediately came to mind was Lauren Hutton, born in Charleston in 1943, though she grew up in Florida and graduated from Tulane.

Lauren Hutton signs in

Never married, Hutton is still considered a brand-name model in her seventies. I suggest it’s because she never addressed her alleged deficiencies, detailed in a Harper’s Bazaar profile when she was thirty:

Lauren is anything but a classical beauty. Her nose flies west, her mouth flies north, she can cross her left eye at will. She made herself beautiful by learning, watching, willing — not by surgically altering her defects.

Lauren Hutton on the front row

And when she got to be my age, well, she looked like this:

Lauren Hutton needs no top

That Letterman-ish tooth gap was something she was advised to conceal early in her career. After a few unlovely efforts, she decided the hell with it. Very wise, I think.

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Slipping somewhere

Regular readers long ago noticed that I tend to put up a lot of pictures of women with nice legs. This is of course due to the fact that I tend to notice such pictures, and having noticed them, I find it relatively easy to generate some sort of text narrative. (Ah, the power of inspiration.) With that in mind, here’s singer Carly Rae Jepsen, a favorite in these parts — “I Really Like You,” from her E·MO·TION album, was my favorite single of 2015 — showing up on the red carpet at the People’s Choice Awards:

Carly Rae Jepsen at the 2016 People's Choice Awards

Tomorrow, she’ll appear as Frenchy, one of the Pink Ladies, in Fox TV’s production of Grease! Live. For the occasion, Billboard circulated this photo of the Pink Ladies in costume:

Carly Rae Jepsen as a Pink Lady

Either I’m going blind, Jepsen is playing Frenchy as an amputee, or some foolish, feckless Photoshopper deleted her right leg.

Note: Per @SwiftOnSecurity, Adobe objects to the term “Photoshopper.”

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Question of the ages

Ages over 21, anyway:

I imagine it’s about the same reason we non-celebrities are similarly plagued, with the additional proviso that celebrities who are not so plagued — see, for instance, Zooey Deschanel — are considered to have “fat knees.”

Zooey Deschanel slouches a bit

Doesn’t mean, of course, that ZD is always going to look like this. (If nothing else, it encourages saving pictures; this shot is probably two or three hairstyles ago.)

Angelina Jolie in an LBDReading the actual Scottish Daily Mail article, incidentally, cost me 99 cents through PressReader: the not-Scottish (and therefore crap) Daily Mail doesn’t provide a gateway to this edition. It quotes a physician who blames sarcopenia, the loss of muscle mass that afflicts those of a Certain Age, and perhaps afflicts celebrities worse because they’re trying so hard to be thin and spindly. Included with the article was a shot of Angelina Jolie cranked down to Maximum Knob, as seen here, and examples which are, incredibly, even worse. (Do not go Googling any recent shots of, say, Catherine Zeta-Jones.) This is the sort of circumstance, I believe, that calls for a somewhat-lower hemline; however, Hollywood types are not known for taking my advice, and very likely never will. I do not know if high-heel abuse is a factor here, though it seems at least somewhat possible, given the distortions of the frame that seem inevitable with the elevation. The physician suggests that if you can’t rise from a seated position without using your hands, you’re already on the wrong side of the scale; for me, with my architecturally questionable knees, it depends on the height of the seat. Then again, no one, I’m quite certain, is wanting to see my legs, which, this being the dead of winter, are, in Johnny Carson’s phrase, “the color of a born gosling.”

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Tugging at the earstrings

Carol Burnett was on the cover of Parade this past weekend, and while surrounding her with kids is always a nice touch — you hope one (or more) of them will turn out to be the triple-threat star she’s always been — what grabbed me, given my age and predilections, was along the lines of “Damn, that’s a nice pair of stems for a woman of 82.”

Carol Burnett on the cover of Parade 22 January 2016

I duly dived into the archives, and found these:

Carol Burnett with a furry friend

Carol Burnett strikes a pose

Carol Burnett in Once Upon A Mattress

This last picture is from a revival of Once Upon a Mattress, a 1959 musical for which she won a Tony Award. There have been three television versions: I’m guessing this is the 2005 take, the one in which Burnett plays, not the hypersensitive princess, but the devious queen.

Addendum, 30 January: And apparently she has the temerity to show up at the SAG Awards in bedroom slippers, and fuzzy bedroom slippers at that.

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Your best Bai

“One of these days,” I said to myself, “I’m going to do a post of nothing but Bai Ling tweets.”

This is the day. Enjoy.

A chronic hashtag and/or emoji abuser, she is, but I’ve never regretted following her.

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Strictly off the rack

I sit through live tweets of the red-carpet arrivals of things like the Golden Globes because, well, sometimes I get stories like this one to pass on.

This is Bryce Dallas Howard, resplendent in Jenny Packham:

Bryce Dallas Howard at the 2016 Golden Globes

Contrary to usual Hollywood practice, she did not borrow this gown from Packham’s atelier. It’s not the way Howard plays the game: “I like having lots of options for a size six as opposed to maybe one option, so I always go to department stores!”

As it turns out, she’d bought it last week from Neiman Marcus for $4800, which, as red-carpet gowns go, seems almost comically inexpensive.

Checking the archives, I see that she’s generally done a good job of finding her own frocks:

Bryce Dallas Howard street-styling

Maybe this one was a wee bit small for a six:

Bryce Dallas Howard at Terminator Salvation

But no matter.

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Worn down under

About three years ago, I did a piece on the French unmentionables company Clio, finishing with this paragraph:

There exists an Australian brand called CLiO — usually typeset that way — which is, to my knowledge, not related to the French company. This is not the most unheard-of thing I ever heard of, either; the down-under CLiOs can be found at Target stores in Australia, which have no connection with the Target stores in the US.

This Australian ad, and their Web site, indicates that CLiO is these days selling through Woolworths Limited, an Australian firm which is not actually related to other stores of that name worldwide — where have we heard that? — and through Woolworths Big W chain.

Advertisement for CLiO Hosiery, circa 2011-12

I do marvel at those shoes.

Their Facebook page occasionally coughs up some memeworthy commentary:

CLiO says: Some days you go eat salads and go to the gym.  Some days you eat cake and refuse to put on pants. It's called balance.

I understand. Really I do.

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Dressed like a daydream

Taylor Swift explains “Blank Space” to GQ:

That is not my approach to relationships. But is it cool to write the narrative of a girl who’s crazy but seductive but glamorous but nuts but manipulative? That was the character I felt the media had written for me, and for a long time I felt hurt by it. I took it personally. But as time went by, I realized it was kind of hilarious.

So is Swift messing with her audience’s heads? Given the absurd variety of pictures of her one can find circulating on the Net, I think their heads will be messed with regardless of what she says.

Taylor Swift in a swimsuit

Taylor Swift in a writing mood

Taylor Swift gives you a peek

I’ve found it more useful to accept what she says at face value and leave it at that; it’s not like I want to know, or need to know, her innermost secrets or anything.

That said, Taylor Swift does keep her story straight. The making of “Blank Space,” live and unplugged:

And you’ll note it’s the same four chords she always uses: the high-dollar producers she hired were there mainly for their technological gloss. There’s something sort of comforting in that.

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The queen of tragedy

For me, this began with a piece on TTAC about the decline of CD players in new cars. The thread proved to be a fertile one for practitioners of the “You’ve probably never heard of them” comment, although one such mention did actually arouse a grateful-sounding response:

That made me google [Akina] Nakamori whom I’d never heard of. Watched a YouTube of “Shipwreck” and was astonished to hear a J-pop singer who didn’t sound like one of the Fruity Oaty Bar voices.

This caught my attention, of course, and I immediately dialed over:

“Shipwreck” dates to 1989, by which time Nakamori had been a name brand in the Japanese pop market for seven years. Says Generasia of her:

As a singer Nakamori came to be known for her mature yet rebellious style and powerhouse vocals, but also for her ever changing image both visually and musically as opposed to the conservative J-Pop scene. Nakamori is also known as “the queen of tragedy” because most of her songs have a serious or sad tone unlike the normal happy and carefree sound heard in pop music. She was highly success from her debut to 1989, when she attempted suicide after a failed romance with Kondo Masahiko and due to stress induced by the invasive tabloid media. Even though she has never regained the same success, she has still managed to carry on a steady career.

Akina Nakamori in red

Akina Nakamori portrait

And at 50, she’s not going away any time soon:

Akina Nakamori in 2015

Last summer she cut “Unfixable,” one of her few English-language releases.

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Head ’em off at Rapace

Noomi Rapace, thirty-six today, made her name playing Lisbeth Salander in the three Swedish films made from Stieg Larsson’s Millennium trilogy, starting with The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo in 2009. (Interestingly, the Swedish title was Män som hatar kvinnor: “Men who hate women.”) Her first Hollywood blockbuster was Ridley Scott’s Prometheus.

Noomi Rapace screenshot

Noomi Rapace takes a walk

The surname “Rapace,” incidentally, is French (and Italian) for “bird of prey”; Noomi and Ola Norell selected that name for themselves when they wed in 2001. (They split in 2011.)

Rapace has also appeared in music videos, including this weird little Luc Besson epic for the Rolling Stones in 2012:

Perhaps she just looks, um, musical; she’s slated to star in two upcoming biopics, one about Maria Callas, the other about Amy Winehouse.

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A Boxing Day gift

Turkish actress Selen Soyder was born on this date in 1986. She’s done several soaps, and in 2007 she was named Miss Turkey, going on to the Miss World pageant, where she didn’t place.

Selen Soyder poses

Selen Soyder by the pool

About three years ago, she cut a single called “Dance Again [Hareketli].” No official video was made, but someone put a video together based on existing pictures of her, plus oversized captions lest someone extract them.

More recent photos were assembled into this video:

She seems to stay out of the news, though there was one incident where she is supposed to have stolen the boyfriend of another actress.

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Again, close enough

Andrew Crossett has been collecting votes for the Best Celebrity Legs of the Year for nineteen years now, and this year, I figured, it was just a question of how far out in front that amazingly tall singer of country songs who no longer sings country songs would end up.

And the answer is not at all, because Crossett’s poll, for the second time ever, ended in a tie. (This was the first time.) Sharing this year’s title, singer Selena Gomez, another graduate of the Disney School of Pop Princesses, who has a pretty fair stage presence in her own right:

Selena Gomez on stage

Selena Gomez on stage

Before you ask: five-foot-five. And an offstage glimpse:

Selena Gomez street styling

“Good for You,” the big hit from her Revival album, sounds very much like — um, nothing she’d done previously. It was shortened a bit to make the video:

Seven writers (including Gomez) and five producers. I suppose that’s good for someone. And if you don’t quite get those visuals, there’s always Instagram:

Selena Gomez on Instagram

Seems understandable enough.

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Normally Fey

What do you say about a 45-year-old woman who doesn’t for a moment think she’s glamorous? Based on these two shots, apparently you don’t say a word: you just point to the wardrobe and start the camera.

Tina Fay in Edit Magazine

Tina Fay in Edit Magazine

Tina Fey’s expression here says basically “This is as close as I get to sultry, so from this moment on, you’re on your own.” Then again, this is a woman who once said “I actually have a very low level of Flintstones knowledge for someone my age.”

She also admits to having been a prototype of the Mean Girl, as a coping mechanism: “In your mind it’s a way of leveling the playing field. Though of course it’s not.” Then again, comedy was a coping mechanism:

“For me it was about hitting age 13 and realizing, ‘OK, I’m not going to glide by on looks. I’m a normal-looking person, but that’s not going to be where my bread is buttered.'”

Which explains, perhaps, why she’s always working: she’s afraid to loaf.

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Fifteen plus eleven

This, of course, implies that she didn’t freak over anything in her very first year. Which may or may not be true.

Anyway, this is Taylor Swift’s 26th birthday, and she spent much of it on a plane. Leaving Australia:

Taylor Swift at the airport in Sydney

And landing at LAX:

Taylor Swift at Los Angeles International

In terms of “freaking out,” I suspect rather a lot of Swifties responded badly to this incident back in the spring:

Taylor Swift from here down

To explain:

The 25-year-old singer released a photo Saturday [14 March] showing a nasty cut on her heavily insured left leg — a wound apparently inflicted by her feline Meredith.

“Great work Meredith,” quipped Swift. “I was just trying to love you and now you owe me 40 million dollars.”

Nine months later, she’s fine, so far as I can see, and believe me, I’ve looked.

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Almost like real life

They’ve turned Carly Rae Jepsen into a Sim:

Which I find sort of amusing, since at times she actually looks like a Sim, as in this campaign a couple years back for Candie’s:

Carly Rae Jepsen for Candie's shoes

And I suppose that’s not a bad place to be after you’ve turned 30, which she did this year:

Carly Rae Jepsen in Entertainment Weekly 2015

Entertainment Weekly picked Carly Rae’s E·MO·TION album as second best of the year; I can’t imagine them being off by more than one.

Oh, and the upcoming Gimmie Love tour will not stop here in the Big Breezy, but she’ll be at Cain’s in Tulsa on the 7th of March. Hmmm…

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Put on your red shoes and dance the blues

Greetings from Manolo BlahnikAfter looking at Manolo Blahnik’s little online greeting card for perhaps longer than I needed to, I started contemplating the matter of accessorizing, which indeed is no small manner. What, I wondered, would one wear with this very red and somewhat bulky shoe? The photo offers no indication; indeed, it hews to that trope made popular in fashion books and lad mags alike, the notion of a woman wearing nothing but high heels. I don’t know about you, but I don’t know anybody like that, and while my world is obviously the poorer for it, it’s not like I’d have any kind of chance with someone who is known to have done that sort of thing, such as Mary-Kate Olsen, and besides, she just got married to someone older, though certainly not older than I am.

At the very least, I reasoned, one would not wear this with an actual red dress: that would be overkill. Cristina up in Toronto came up with one case where red shoes and red dress work, and that’s on the red carpet with a very minimal red shoe:

Rosamund Pike on the Academy Awards red carpet

Here we see Rosamund Pike at the 2015 Academy Awards, resplendent in Givenchy, wearing about the least amount of material that can legitimately be called a shoe. For any other situation, you need to throw in at least one additional color, as Pike does here with a green platform:

Rosamund Pike takes a breather

And well, since I don’t give up on mental images quickly enough, once again Rosamund Pike, this time not wearing shoes, and probably not anything else either:

Rosamund Pike takes a bath

Although if you really want your eyes to bug out, what you need to see is a list of Pike’s nominations and awards for her work in 2014’s Gone Girl, one of which resulted in her being on that particular red carpet in the first place.

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And some happy new gear

Manolo Blahnik sends his regards:

The man clearly knows how to get my attention.

Then again, when I was a mere prat, “second Advent” meant something more than the second Sunday after Advent: it meant the Second Coming, apocalypse now, horsemen and all, guess it’s time for the Judgment Day.

Oh, well. Bye, Feliz navidad.

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It’s all in the wrists

Or perhaps on the wrists. Yuja Wang took to Facebook to show off a Rolex:

Yuja Wang wearing a Rolex

Does it affect her playing style? Probably not:

Yuja Wang wearing a Rolex

A moment away from the keyboard, with mentor Michael Tilson Thomas:

Yuja Wang on the sofa

For some reason, Tilson Thomas looks to me in this picture like he’d just asked her if she wanted to buy a watch. He hadn’t.

Yuja Wang plays RavelOn the off-chance that she actually had to pay for that pricey timekeeper, I was able to replenish her funds to a small extent by buying her album — as always, on Deutsche Grammophon — of the two Ravel piano concerti, fleshed out with Fauré’s Ballade in F# major. I’ve played it through twice so far, and I’m not sure whether it moves to the top spot in my list of favorite Ravel piano recordings. I think I’m going to have to go hunt around in the stacks for its most serious rival, a 1976 outing by Anne Queffélec from the old Musical Heritage Society.

Addendum: The CBC names Yuja among the ten best-dressed classical musicians today.

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Behold the Scream Queen

She looks sort of benign to me, but that’s the way these things work:

Jessica Stroup portrait

Jessica Stroup has done several scarefest films, including Vampire Bats, Left in Darkness, The Hills Have Eyes 2, and the 2008 remake of Prom Night.

Jessica Stroup reading

Even scarier, she was part of the 90210 reboot, playing Silver. (Silver’s first name was Erin, but she didn’t use it; she was just “Silver.”) And there’s something vaguely disquieting about seeing her reading Dylan Thomas in a West Hollywood salon which subsequently moved to, um, Melrose Place.

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Something of a reach

Women with legs that go on for days aren’t exactly common, but when they go on into the middle of next week, there’s no way I’m not going to take notice.

Chase Kennedy on the couch

The latest contender for America’s pinniest pins:

It was only a month ago that we wrote about Holly Burt — a 20-year-old design student from Florida — and her 1.25 metre legs strolling into the record books.

But now Chase Kennedy — a 22-year-old model from California — is claiming she has the longest legs in America, saying they measure in at a whopping 1.29 metres.

We’re talking 51 inches here, an inseam that’s more of an outseam, if you know what I mean, and I think you do.

Chase Kennedy gets vertical

There is, of course, video:

I think the startling aspect of all this is how Chase, at six foot five, towers over her 5’11” mom.

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Such a game

I had no trouble believing that there was a film called Bruce Lee—The Fighter coming out this fall; I did not, however, expect that it would be a Telugu film about a game designer who falls for a stuntman. The game designer is played by actress Rakul Preet Singh:

Publicity photo of Rakul Preet Singh

At five feet, eight and a half inches tall, Preet might well tower over some of her leading men, which bothers her hardly at all:

“Well, a lot of my leading men aren’t as tall as I am, but then technology is quite advanced today and thanks to that, a tall actress does not have to worry about losing out on projects.”

Rakul Preet Singh watches from the sidelines

A dance student in her younger days, she gets plenty of opportunity to put those skills to use:

The CineMAA Awards, since you asked, are the top awards in Telugu-language film.

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