One of my favorite recurring gigs is Style Network’s, How Do I Look. It’s a very fun set and a great crew. Finola Hughes is the gold standard among TV hosts. I just completed a new episode and here are some behind the scenes pics of “La Fin” and I on set!
And no, I’m not telling you if I won!
I brought a bike. Now I can be seen almost daily cruising around Beverly Hills and West Holly on my jaguar cruiser.
It’s so cute. It’s blue and silver. I have a 1950s bike mirror on it. I also have a little bell with dice on it. And OH! I have a basket!
Tee hee hee… I said basket.
Looker. This movie starred Susan Dey (all early ’80s hot), Albert Finney (surprisingly old & mis-cast), Leigh Taylor-Young & James Coburn (crushin on James big time!). My fave line from any movie ever is uttered by Playboy Playmate of the Year Teri Welles: “They’re killing all the perfect girls.” Gosh…How many times have I uttered that line! This movie is just what the late ’70s/early ’80s were about: feathered hair, models w/A cups in jumpsuits w/o bras, blush that’s like a bruise and really cheesy fashion photo shoots. And I loved every contrived minute of it. I still have a fashion hard-on for it. Looker, Eyes of Laura Mars and the original Stepford Wives. The fashion styling in those movies is perfection.
Cupcakes from Maganolia Bakery.
Handsets for cellphones from Phobile. My roommie got me this for Christmas. Thank you E for giving me something else to walk around L.A. looking crazy with. I think it’s retro-chic!
Francesco Clemente. The artist. Moves me in ways I can’t explain. His work is raw and beautiful. J’adore Francesco (yeah, I know I’m mixing French and Italian).
LIP GLOSS – Lil Mama! Love it! It’s on repeat on my iPod right now!
My fave lip gloss?
Lip Gloss – Lil Mama
Yeah it’s poppin, it’s poppin, it’s poppin, it’s poppin.
I gotta ask ’em, ’cause if i don’t
It’s poppin, it’s poppin, it’s poppin, it’s poppinWhat you know ’bout me?
What you
What you
What you know ’bout me?
What you know ’bout me?
What you
What you
What you know?
They say my lip gloss is cool
My lip gloss be popping
I’m standing at my locker
And all the boys keep stopping
What you know ’bout me?
What you
What you
What you know ’bout me?
What you know ’bout me?
What you
What you
What you know?
They say my lip gloss is popping
My lip gloss is cool
All the boys keep jocking
They chase me after schoolMac mac Loreal yep ’cause I’m worth it
Love the way I put it on so perfect
Wipe the corners of my mouth so I work it
When I walk down the hallway they can’t say nothing
Oh oh oh my lips so luscious
The way I spice it up with the mac mac brushes
Loreal got the most watermelon crushes
That’s probably is the reason these boys got crushes.
I’ve been so (blessedly) busy lately. Right from Tyra I went into a pilot for vh1. Right from that I did an episode of Style Network’s, On A Date. Toss in looking for a new apartment and events and you have a frazzled Marcellas. Oh and I just finished the Master Cleanse which makes a bitch cranky and I’ve been dating and I’m still raising money for Bowling For Angels. I’m so busy I’m now officially sick. I have an ear infection. The same painful ear infection I had during Big Brother All-Stars. Ugh. I’m on Avolex, which knocks me out cold. And, not to be indelicate, sends you to the loo all the time. Hey I’m human. At least this time there aren’t cameras on me!
So I’ve been doing the L.A. Fashion Week thing. It’s been kinda crazy. Diane and I went to 2 shows yesterday; Oligo Tissew and Kevan Hall. Oligo was… Well if you can’t say anything nice. Wait, when I was little my mom bumped into a friend on the street who’d just given birth. That baby was ugly. I’d never seen an ugly baby before. I recoiled. My mother who was desperate to say something, anything nice said, “Ooooh that’s a pretty blanket.” “Where did you get that blanket?” So I’ll say this about Tissew, “Ooh that girl in the front row next to Paula Abdul is so pretty.” “Who is she?” Hayden Panettiere.
Kevan Hall was gorgeous. And in the strangest twist of fate Diane and I did not get front row. We got seats in the back. 3rd row. You gonna tell me we aren’t more relevant than… No. I won’t play that game. It is what it is. That’s that bullshit fame stuff that does numbers on your head. That’s okay. We got pictures taken and did a few interviews. And my Diane looked gorgeous. She rocked a vintage 80’s party dress and gave you Dynasty all over the place. A modern Sammy Jo!
Yesterday was my first day at L.A. Fashion Week Fall 2007. I only went to see one show and ended up spending the entire day there. Front row at every show. The weird thing about L.A. Fashion Week is no real celebs actually attend. Yeah you get the stray Eva Longoria sighting but you are lucky if you get JC Chasez or Paris Hilton or Tara Reid. Sorry. Not really A-listers.
And you get the wacky Janice Dickinson… More on that later.
So first I saw 2(x)ist underwear. Boys in the they knickers! I’m all in. It was a hot show. Though it started with a marching band. And they were not cute and not in their underwear. Then it was a high-school dance troupe. Couldn’t dance. You know how the girls sorta have the moves but not really. Like they learned them from an Eric Nies hosted “Learn To Move” video from MTV. And then there was the Laker girls. Again not really dancers. And they wore hose with their shorts. Granny.
So I’ve decided that for a bit, I’m going to try, TRY, to blog everyday. I really don’t know how people can do it everyday. I feel like I lead an exciting life but talking about it everyday? Is there anyone who has anything that interesting to say? I love myself but that’s a lot.So here goes:Apparently I caused a tempest in a teapot twice last week. I talked about how real reality TV is during an interview with Ben Patrick Johnson on Monday. I got in real trouble for kissing Ben. But it was innocent! I swear. I then went further on the same topic during an interview for a Montreal Talk-radio station, CJAD with Peter Anthony Holder. Hey my truth is my truth. I don’t pull punches. And I won’t lie. Unless I’m being paid for it. 😉