matthew craven

matthew craven, courtesy of his website, via apiece apart print edition

THE papa john

(via chelsea peretti)

hella in love with this look too

LEATHER

things i am having trouble doing

– remembering to put on deodorant

– making a plan

hella in love with this look

caroline de maigret

ok and one more ny mag bit

The One Woman Who Cares Lots About Chris Martin’s Side of Things

Here’s Bridget Everett, lead singer of Bridget Everett and the Tender Moments. She cares a lot about Chris Martin, lead singer of Coldplay and co-lead at uncoupling. Upon hearing of the GOOP-Martin divorce, Everett hoisted her love-cries unto the internet. Here’s what she writes:

i hope my dress didn’t go higher than my leg

more from the awes jessica chastain:

You were on the Cannes red carpet the other night, and it was super windy and blowing your dress up. A bunch of headlines were like, “Jessica Chastain has her Marilyn Monroe moment!”
That was so scary. To be honest, I knew as soon as I got off the carpet. I was like, “Oh my God. People are now going to be talking about that.” I mean, [Marilyn Monroe’s moment] was like absolute joy. Mine was horror! “Oh, God. Please. I hope my dress didn’t go higher than my leg.” Immediately after, I was like, “Nicole” — who’s my publicist — “Can you check to see if there was a Jessica Chastain wardrobe malfunction somewhere?”

jessica chastain is good

from her interview with vulture (guess i’m spending some time on vulture today)

Like the Donatella Versace roses.
Yes! Exactly! Which are right there! [Points to the window, where there’s a huge vase of what might be 100 white roses] Which is, like, the most roses I’ve ever gotten in my life. I want to say think you for things. I want to say thank you for the first female Saudi Arabian director [Haifaa Al-Mansourto], who made Wadjda. Or I wanted to write about Broken Circle Breakdown, the Belgian film. Or Oscar Isaacs, and how talented I think he is. So I try to keep it as a place of giving thanks, because I’ve been given so much.

With the roses you just wanted to be like, “Thanks, Donatella!”
Yeah, and also like, “Really?!” Like, I couldn’t even lift them! Someone lifted them and handed them to me. I don’t think I’d ever get used to something like that. I’m not blasé, you know? It’s still — crazy. But in a fabulous way. It’s not my everyday life, getting — I don’t even know how many roses that is.

dennis

#1 SNL weekend update anchor per ny mag. agreed.

more proof that paris may be my spirit home

(via nymag, “French Girls Don’t Get Wasted”)

and also let’s be honest, also this:

Parisians do not talk to strangers. This can be profoundly disconcerting to a New Yorker who’s used to freely bitching about life’s daily indignities with whoever happens to be in line with them at Duane Reade. If you comment to a Parisian in the métro that the un-air-conditioned car is particularly smelly today, they will give you a frightened look like you are a crazy person and turn away.

(via nymag, “Smoking Around Bébé: Things Parisians Do That Stun New Yorkers. And Vice Versa.”)