in things i made a huge, big deal about and then never followed-up on, my boyfriend adrien brody debuted his Art at art basel a few weeks ago.
have you ever wondered, what is the ultimate celebrity disaster? well, lo, THE DAILY MAIL PROVIDES. kanye and KK had their kid. they named it saint. pete wentz also has a kid and it is also named saint. et voilà.
i’ve repeatedly banged on and on and on about how this is the image of jackie most often used in the press since her death in 1994.
matthew modine has not died. but let’s backtrack…
can you spot the daily mailing?
because, first, there was prince harry’s photobomb…
hey, ya’ll, let’s chat about NAKED PICTURES. by which i mean naked pictures specifically of hot harry.
[if you clicked and you’re already stricken with ennui, all i ask is that you read THIS.]
rory gilmore is dating pete campbell. well, maybe not DATING him but, at the very least, making out with him on cross-country flights.
i started writing about jackie because i deplored the way she was written about. shoddy writing, shoddy scholarship, shoddy story-telling. when you read 97 books about someone, certain trends begin to emerge.