The great thing about European publications is that A-List celebrities are more prone to show up in their birthday suit, thinking that the naughty photos will never make their way stateside. Take Christina Aguilera’s cover for German GQ. Nihilism has never been so sexy.
In a sadistic/yet beautiful universe, I’d be making you lot ring in the new year with a head to toe with the queen of pop and Miyagi-Son. Instead, enjoy Rihanna in this Ralph Macchio-less spread. To 2010!
Lily Allen fits the quota for anyone who wanted to do the dirty deed with Lydia Deetz from Beetle Juice. Lily! Lily! Lily!
Maybe it’s just me, but I find it kinda weird that Rihanna would pose with an eye patch on. She might as well put a steak over her eye and call her latest endeavor “Steak Sunglasses.” Add in the “shhhh” tattoo and this has the feel of a Prop 8 advertisement for pirates.
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Rihanna does her best Grace Jones impersonation for Vogue Italia. There’s no doubt that this woman can pose her ass off, but I’m curious what she looks like on a Sunday after we’ve been drinking Cutty Sark together, and neither of us can find our sweatpants.
NEW YORK - Take a stroll with Jesse Boykins III as he gives a tour of his home, talks about recording in the studio, and how he’s going to be sponsored by Goya.
I just got an interesting email from Lady Gaga’s Skirt. Enjoy.
I’d like to make it clear that I have no intentions of following the rules of gravity. In fact, fuck gravity. Sir Isaac Newton is a nerd, even his wikipedia page said so. And we all know, “believe in the power of wiki.” Sure, I may be showing off Miss Gaga’s rumpelstiltskin, but It doesn’t bother me in the least bit. For your records, please understand that the law of gravity now entails: what goes up will not come down.
