Let us celebrate the birthday girl on her, um, thirty-seventh.
Embiggenment doth follow clickage.
Let us celebrate the birthday girl on her, um, thirty-seventh.
Embiggenment doth follow clickage.
Has it been almost a year without a Zooeypalooza? This cannot be allowed to stand. Or to sit prettily, either.
Embiggenment, as always, comes with clickage.
Due out this fall:
And hey, it’s been five years since Zooey Deschanel and M. Ward put out a Christmas album. (Come to think of it, they’ve had only one non-Christmas album since then.)
Track 12, it says, is “Christmas Don’t Be Late.” Really? Zooey? Zooey? ZOOEY!
Ages over 21, anyway:
— Jeff Faria (@PatriotsOfMars) January 27, 2016
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.”
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.)
Reading 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.”
So this happened:
I've been leaving Youtube on autoplay while working, and somehow it ALWAYS ends up on Hello by Adele, no matter where I start
— Paige Knorr (@PaigeKnorr) January 7, 2016
Which prompted an experiment:
1. Pick a music genre from Wikipedia (https://t.co/jOmv9eGvKY) 2. Start with a YT video in that genre. 3. For 1 h note all songs autoplayed.
— S. Y. Affolee (@syaffolee) January 8, 2016
The genre I selected was “honky-tonk,” perhaps to increase the difficulty level, and YouTube sent up the following on that Thursday night:
“Honky Tonk Badonkadonk” (Trace Adkins)
“She Thinks My Tractor’s Sexy” (Kenny Chesney)
“Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off” (Joe Nichols)
“As Good As I Once Was” (Toby Keith)
“I Love This Bar” (Toby Keith)
And then, noticing a third Toby Keith track in the queue, I abandoned the experiment.
This reminds me of Zooey Deschanel’s plaintive wail, nearly five years ago, to the effect that no matter what she started with, the iTunes Genius function would end up sending her something by Gary Lewis and the Playboys.
Yes, it’s been too long since we did a proper Zooeypalooza. (I am actually getting queries about it.) And so, without (much) further ado:
Embiggenment comes with clickage.
Neither Zooey nor husband Jacob Pechenik has yet divulged the name of their daughter, born in late summer.
Update, 20 October: She has a name, and it’s Elsie Otter.
Zooey Deschanel has twice as much to celebrate these days: not only is it her birthday (she’s 35), but the oven now contains an actual bun, for which we offer best wishes to Mom and to dad Jacob Pechenik. All this, of course, prompted an all-too-rare Zooeypalooza.
Clickage yields embiggenment.
Update, 21 January: Zooey and Jacob are engaged. And high time, too, doncha think?
Dusty Springfield was still technically a member of the Springfields in late 1963 when producer Ivor Raymonde suggested she try a song he’d composed, with lyrics by Mike Hawker. This turned into “I Only Want to Be With You,” a major hit for Dusty, which hastened her departure to the solo spotlight; Raymonde and Hawker quickly hatched “Stay Awhile” as a follow-up.
Lots of acts have covered “I Only Want to Be With You” over the years, my favorite perhaps being the inexplicable 1965 French-language cover by Uruguayan band Los Shakers. Fewer have attempted “Stay Awhile,” though a new version waits in the wings:
She & Him are thrilled to announce 'Classics', an album of timeless standards coming this fall! http://t.co/mStnZzS4pV
— She & Him (@sheandhim) August 12, 2014
The background, of course, is “Oh No Not My Baby,” a Goffin/King hit for Maxine Brown, but “Stay Awhile” is on the track list, and for a while, anyway, you can hear it in full by dialing in to the She & Him Web site, turning ON the radio, and then twidding the tuning knob a bit. Hint: Classics drops 12/2, so start at 1200 and move upwards.
I can go on only so long without knocking out one of these. And it’s slightly bigger than usual: twelve pictures instead of nine, ten or eleven.
As usual, you may click to embiggen.
It’s about time, right?
Embiggenment via the handy CLICK method.
Fox has put in development Queen Of Everything, a half-hour animated comedy executive produced by Zooey Deschanel and Sophia Rossi via their Miss Hawkins banner. It hails from 20th Century Fox TV where Miss Hawkins has a first-look deal. Written/executive produced by Ali Waller (American Dad, Late Night With Jimmy Fallon), Queen Of Everything is a workplace comedy set in a modern fairytale world. It centers on an evil queen who comes into power and realizes that running a Queendom isn’t easy when you have no people skills and everyone hates you.
Rossi and Deschanel are also partners, with Molly McAleer, in the Web site HelloGiggles.
To Tommy, From Zooey.
It sounds a bit like a love note, but is in fact something different altogether the name of a new capsule collection designed by Tommy Hilfiger and Zooey Deschanel, the doe-eyed actress, musician and star of the hit TV show New Girl. The collection, which will mainly consist of flirty dresses, will make its debut at Macy’s this spring.
Well, this certainly seems flirty enough:
We will try to overlook the miraculous job they did of transferring every last sign of age from ZD to the steamer trunk.
The dresses will be priced at retail for between $98 and $199, and 14 of the 16 styles will launch at 200 Macy’s stores beginning April 14.
On April 21, the entire lineup is set to reach tommy.com and Tommy Hilfiger anchor and specialty stores in North America, Europe and Japan. Select Tommy Hilfiger stores will also carry Deschanel-designed jewelry and handbags.
Tommy has an outlet store here in Oklahoma City; I expect to see these dresses no earlier than Memorial Day.
About a year ago, Buzzfeed wanted to cast name-brand actor types as My Little Pony characters, and the very first one they came up with was Zooey Deschanel as Twilight Sparkle. Said I at the time: “I appreciate the effort to push two of my smaller obsessions into a larger one.”
Which I promptly forgot about, until Sarah Lovell took this picture at DragonCon and it showed up as usual, uncredited on Derpibooru.
It must be said here that I look at a lot of cosplay pix, and Rarity and Applejack always seem to come off well, but I’ve never been particularly keen on any of the Twilights until, um, now.
Last time out, I had occasion to mention a late-Eighties advertising campaign by Hanes the ever-popular magpie functionality, you’ll be pleased to note, is running flat out and after looking at a few of the articles in question, this one, I decided, was the silliest:
I’m not entirely certain that this beachlike setting is the ideal place to show off one’s hosiery, but then, she’s been up the Nile and down the Mississippi and around the world and across the nation and up your street, so Claire, who seems vaguely manic-pixie-dream-girl-ish here, can pretty much do as she darn well pleases.
Oh, and the bird with the short attention span reported, as I was typing that last paragraph, that “Claire” is Zooey Deschanel’s middle name.
This being Labor Day, be assured I have labored long and hard for this moment.
Per possibly permanent Palooza practice, click to embiggen.
If you come to see She & Him, you will quickly discover that She doesn’t want you taking pictures:
The American indie duo made up of Zooey [Deschanel] and M. Ward have been on tour with album, Volume 3, in the US since June.
But the stunning actress and singer/songwriter has been putting up signs to stop people from frantically snapping pictures and recording videos because she wanted her fans to enjoy the music.
So we will have none of this:
“Not much of this,” I suspect, is more likely.
The fourth album by She & Him is called Volume 3, a title which perhaps is curious for its use of the digit instead of spelling out the number as they did in two previous albums, not including the obligatory Christmas album, which I bought but did not review, inasmuch as it didn’t really fit into whatever grand scheme Zooey Deschanel and M. Ward were planning, except of course for (what else could it be?) World Domination.
Based on the evidence of Volume 3, I’m ready to hand over the premises. The eleven ZD originals here show serious growth in her songwriting chops, plus a certain amount of unexpected faithfulness to one of my own guiding principles: love is composed of the magical and the mundane, not necessarily in equal quantities. As an object lesson, see track eight, “Together,” arguably ZD’s drippiest bit of romantic tomfoolery since the tearful “Sentimental Heart” on Volume One, which somehow remains grounded: she (mostly) keeps the quaver out of her voice, and not even the shimmering strings that come in during the instrumental break (nice touch, Mister Ward, sir) can drag it over to the weepy end of the scale.
As always, S&H have selected some unexpected covers: Blondie’s “Sunday Girl,” a track from Parallel Lines which was never released Stateside as a single; “Baby,” the B-side of Ellie Greenwich’s demo-turned-single “You Don’t Know”; and the early-Fifties torch song “Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me,” mostly remembered today as a mid-Sixties soul single by Mel Carter. Deschanel’s reading of “Hold Me” is heavy on the torch.
And as always, Ward’s production is simultaneously impeccable and unobtrusive, and his instrumental work is always appropriate. (He also sings a bit, mostly on “Baby.”) Nicely, he cuts off the strings-and-choir reprise of “I Could Have Been Your Girl” at the close, right before you begin to wonder why it’s there in the first place.
I admit to speculating a bit as to whether any of these songs were intended to recall ZD’s recent split from Death Cab for Cutie frontman Ben Gibbard. Maybe a little: “I’m stronger than the picture that you took before you left” (from “Turn to White”) sounds ever so slightly accusative. But that’s about it: if there’s sadness here, and there is, it’s a generic, and possibly more universal, sadness. And that, too, is a component of love, though determining whether it’s part of the magic or part of the mundane is way above my pay grade.
The second single from Volume 3, the fourth album by She & Him, has been sort-of-enhanced with a video that She directed:
This sounds like it ought to be on one of Ace’s Early Girls compilations. Then again, so did “Never Wanted Your Love,” the first single.
I’ve already snagged my copy of Volume 3, and a review will be forthcoming when I get around to it.
Feel free to debate the significance of the title.
Earlier this week I professed to be puzzled at the very un-Zooey-esque Tommy Hilfiger dress Zooey Deschanel wore to the Met Ball, which looked for all the world like seersucker, as though ZD were the sucker who bought it at Sears. (Mr Hilfiger would like you to know that this is in fact gingham, which is even haute-r couture.) Perhaps more to the point, though, was the complete absence of bangs, making her look like well, like her older sister Emily, sort of. Not that Emily is a slouch or anything.
But that was Monday. Here’s Zooey, hanging around outside before her appearance on David Letterman’s Late Show on Tuesday:
I’m almost afraid to hunt down pictures of whatever the heck she was doing Wednesday.
Last week I pointed out that Hannah Simone of New Girl was starting to look like Zooey Deschanel. This is perhaps a Good Thing, since based on the evidence presented at the Met Ball, Zooey Deschanel doesn’t want to look like Zooey Deschanel anymore:
The only visible trace of ZD’s patented quirkiness is the fact that she wore seersucker and a sort of lavender seersucker at that to a gathering where the prescribed dress was “PUNK: From Chaos to Couture.” (Now Madonna, she’s clearer on the concept.)