Showing posts with label Oscar Wilde. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Oscar Wilde. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Amuse-Biatch Photoessay: As Oscar Wilde Might Have Put It, Following Her Divorce, Padma Lakshmi's Clothes Have Turned Quite Gold with Grief






















Padma, front-row at the Marc Jacobs show last night. Divorce definitely suits her. And Tom Colicchio has also been in attendance at fashion shows. The Fug Girls just spotted him at the John Varvatos show, along with Alice Cooper and LL Cool J, and again wearing loafers without socks.

Monday, January 15, 2007

Amuse-Biatch Investigates: Elia Aboumrad Firm Believer in Hippocracy & Literacy

With thanks to reader Virginia, who in sending this to us reminds us that there really is a Santa Claus, here is a photo of our Elia Aboumrad reading in bed, accompanied by what Virginia figures to be "a stuffed heepo."

Virginia, we definitely gave a woolf-whistle to see Elia spending the hours reading in what, now that Betty "Spice Rack" Fraser is gone, is a room of her own. We still can't tell what the title of the book is. Is she reading the Michelin Guide? Like us, does she find le guide rouge more pornographic than any bodice-ripper? Perhaps it's simply her diary. After all, as Oscar Wilde put it, "I never travel without my diary. One should always have something sensational to read in the train."

Or, in the case of Top Chef, to read in the bus off which, or under which, everyone is always getting thrown.

At any rate, Google Perv, knock yourself out.