No, has anyone lately in this economy?
by Marco Trunz for Fashion Gone Rogue
KIRA MAZURA
It’s Tropical – Marco Trunz heads into the jungle for his latest work photographed for Fashion Gone Rogue. Starring Kira Mazura as a nature loving explorer, the tropical setting serves as the perfect backdrop to stylist Crystal Birch’s safari themed selects from labels such as Diane von Furstenberg, Topshop and Miu Miu. / Beauty by Maiken Ross @ Blossom Management
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DEAN MARTIN
WAS BORN
YESTER
DAY
Somebody should have told DEAN MARTIN (Dino Paul Crocetti, 1917-95) that his canary-yellow turtleneck in the Matt Helm movies didn’t flatter a face tanned like saddle leather. Martin was already an established Hollywood and Vegas property when he made The Silencers (1966), first of four campy perversions of Donald Hamilton’s tough, witty spy novels, and subsequent influence on everything from Mel Brooks’s “Get Smart” series to Mike Myers’s Austin Powers franchise. The opening sequence has Helm sliding from a tilting circular bed into a vast bubble bath with his ‘secretary’ Lovey Kravezit then emerging to be buffed with power towels and fitted with silk kimonos dropped from above — the bachelor-pad equivalent of overcomplicated battle-prep assembly lines in Gerry Anderson’s Thunderbirds Are GO (also 1966) or Nick Park’s The Wrong Trousers (1993). The Helm movies are tedious babe-parades loosely draped over supervillian-in-underground-lair-bent-on-global-domination plots, but they mark an important shift in Dino’s long and unstoppable career: from cherished if slightly goofy crooner-comedian of the Martin-Lewis and Rat Pack heydays, to dinner-jacketed hunk of boiled meat. Hosting the Dean Martin celebrity roasts of the 1970s, laboured televisusal festspielen that skewered a gallery of hilo notables ranging from Barry Goldwater and Ralph Nader to Truman Capote and Evel Knievel, Martin reached his nadir. Always in the middle seat, making with the conspicuous guffaw, highball and cigarette reliably in hand, there was tan-tan Dino, cocoa-butter shell of a man. Kick in the head is right.
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moon buggy
"I know very little about acting. I'm just an incredibly gifted faker."
-Robert Downey Jr.
Baltimore.
She's Crafty..
she's just my type..
Nerd Style? Get the Fcuk Outta Here.
You know how people wear the funny glasses that were considered "nerdy" from 1980's films and now it's considered "cool?" It's actually not nerdy anymore, but it isn't cool either. If you rock this style you are a douchebag tool. Your not original. Your not a hipster. Your a stupid idiot that listens to the radio.. But like bad radio. Radio that my little sisters friends listen to when they drive to Taco Bell..that kind of bad radio.
JACK
DAVIS
did Monsters like nobodies business.
True legend in the illustration realm.
you would never guess he is a Georgia man with a Southern soft tone.
What the Hell?
Look, I know you pop music people like your little radio music and your American Idol and your Jersey Shore and whatever else BS you are into. I just saw this, come on! I first thought this was an SNL satire of some sort. The guy reminds me of those 52 year old men you see that are recently divorced and drop 10k in the VIP in South Beach or Vegas. Shit's creepy as hell. Age with grace pop music people...or we are fucked.
This has to be the creepiest video of all time.
"I prefer to have my affairs over Twitter because I usually can't last more than 140 characters."
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And now you're desperate and in need of human contact and then you meet me and your whole world changes. Because everything I say is everything you've ever wanted to hear. So you drop all your defenses, I'm perfect in every way
'cause I make you feel so strong and so powerful inside. You feel so lucky, but your ego obscures reality that you never bothered to wonder why things are going so well.You want to know why?
I'm a liar.
Rollin's
band
Julia Parris
Check out Parris's personal design work and online zine. It's fun and pretty inspiring.
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Sort of reminds me of a girl named Indra
My dad never read to me when I was a little kid. But, we would watch old westerns about the Wild West or Mexican outlaw films. After we watched them we would role play and he would let me pretend to kill him.
There's just something wonderful about classic model photos.
The Origins of Popsicles
...then some guy came along and started putting them in bags and selling it to small children. Lame.
8. TED BUNDY, FLORIDA, 1989— The scourge of Chi-O’s across America, Bundy didn’t eat a special last meal. He was given the traditional steak (medium-rare), eggs (over-easy), hash browns, toast, milk, coffee, juice, butter, and jelly
7. GERALD MITCHELL, TEXAS, 2001 — one bag of assorted Jolly Ranchers & LEWIS GILBERT, OKLAHOMA, 2003— a half-gallon of vanilla ice cream, a box of assorted cones and a box of Whoppers.
6. TIMOTHY MCVEIGH, THE FEDS, 2001 — 2 pints of mint chocolate chip ice cream. Federal criminals are limited to a frugal $20 tab for their last meal requests. During the time leading up to his execution, the radical, self-serving, asinine, propagandizing, deluded animal rights group, PETA, spent time corresponding with McVeigh, imploring him to order a meatless last meal.
5. THE IDEALISTS—ROBERT MADDEN, TEXAS, 1997— He asked that his final meal be provided to a homeless person. His request was denied. & ODELL BARNES, JR., TEXAS, 2000—Justice, Equality, World Peace. His request was denied.
4. AILEEN WUORNOS, FLORIDA, 2002— One from the softer side of death row. Wuornos didn’t order a last meal and skipped the regular fare of barbecued chicken, mashed potatoes, apple crisp and tea but had a cup of coffee about 12:30 a.m. Instead, ate a hamburger and other snack food from the prison’s canteen. Later, she drank a cup of coffee. Her story has been portrayed in two movies, three books and an opera.
3. WALTER LAGRAND, ARIZONA, 1999— LaGrand asked for six fried eggs, 16 strips of bacon, one large serving of hash browns, a pint of pineapple sherbet, a breakfast steak, a cup of ice, 7-Up, Dr Pepper, Coke, hot sauce, coffee, two sugar packs. And, as a final item: four Rolaids.
2. JOHN WAYNE GACY, ILLINOIS, 1994— Kentucky Fried Chicken, fried shrimp, french fries, strawberries and Diet Coke. Once you get the Colonel’s recipe of secret herbs and spices in your blood, it’s pretty tough to shake. Gacy, the killer of at least 33 young men, was a former manager of a KFC.
1. ROBERT BUELL, OHIO, 2002—A single black, unpitted olive. Actually, Buell was paying homage to to Victor Ferguer, the last prisoner executed by the federal government until Timothy McVeigh. Ferguer was hanged in 1963. His last meal—an olive with the pit still in it. He told prison officials that he hoped it would sprout from his body an olive tree — a sign of peace. Ferguer’s body was unclaimed by family and was quickly taken away by a funeral home after the execution and buried. His unmarked grave in a barren corner of a public cemetery bears no olive tree.
TOP TEN DEATH ROW MEALS
Ever been curious what serial killer nutjobs eat as a last meal? Well, here's the top 10. I never knew this shit was achived. WTF?
10. GARY GILMORE, UTAH, 1977— The alpha. The first person executed when the death penalty was reinstated. Hamburger, eggs, potatoes and contraband bourbon. Happy about winning his legal battle for immediate execution, Gilmore spent his last evening dancing with relatives and tossing back a few mini-bottles of smuggled bourbon.
9. THOMAS GRASSO, OKLAHOMA, 1995— The signature meal in “Last Suppers”. Mr. Grasso devoured a dozen steamed mussels, a Burger King double cheeseburger with mustard, mayonnaise, lettuce and tomato, a can of Franco-American spaghetti with meatballs, a mango, half of a pumpkin pie with whipped cream, and a strawberry milkshake. But, there was a problem. Mr. Grasso had been served spaghetti and meatballs, but had actually requested Spaghetti-O’s. He did not take this slight lightly, his last words included this complaint, “I did not get my Spaghetti-O’s. I got spaghetti. I want the press to know this!”
Images: Snifty
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