… but you can’t see jack.
Normally when an artist asks to paint a model, he doesn’t mean with a Wagner Power Painter.
Bella Hadid closing Coperni ss23! They "made" a dress live on the runway! pic.twitter.com/14a6yESX3A
— linda (@itgirlenergy) September 30, 2022
… although it may or may not be a shark. Marine biologists say the dorsal fin is wrong.
Tarpon, maybe? But still, that’s one big backyard fish.
Legends of backyard sharks creep in after every storm, but this is the real deal.
The viral 'shark' video from Fort Myers is real, Storyful has confirmed, but whether it shows a shark or another fish has not been determined 🧵 (1/4)https://t.co/O9HPOU37US
— Rob McDonagh (@RobMcD) September 29, 2022
She’s trim, she’s naked, and she’s vigorous in this .gif
Catherine Missal is naked and tots adorbs in this .gif
Rutgers opened the week as 41 point underdogs against THE Ohio State University.
41 points? Ouch! (73% of the bettors have taken Rutgers and the points, which have now plummeted to a mere 39.5 from the opening 41.)
Rutgers, the Big Ten’s perennial punching bag, actually started this season 3-0 against non-conference teams, including a 66-7 drubbing of Wagner, whatever that is. Can a football team schedule games against dead German composers? In that case, I’m impressed that Wagner scored a TD. At least he must put on a good halftime show. I wonder if they bothered playing the second half after the fat lady sang.
The Knights stayed within 17 last week against Iowa in their first conference game, but I suppose the ol’ Rutgers dream bubble is about to burst against THE.
That headline isn’t one of my misleading jokes that leads to something like Kate Beckinsale playing with a kitten, or Natalie Portman admiring a really large rooster. This is an actual honest-to-god close-up of Rachel Dolezal’s naked (and obviously white) crotch.
“Kendall Jenner flaunts her sexy legs and ass wearing tiny thong panties”
Lovely face and, from what I can see here, just about perfect body.
Miami Dolphins fans set up a makeshift strip club in the parking lot before the game.
Miami tailgates just slap different pic.twitter.com/fhX3l8OqfU
— Barstool Sports (@barstoolsports) September 9, 2019
One wag tweeted: “Disgusting! Does anyone know when the next Miami home game is?”
Hey, it’s good to root in Miami. Outdoors at Lambeau we’re lucky to set up a makeshift igloo. I once saw some guys ice fishing in their truck bed.
And that was a pre-season game in August.
New pics 09/30 (if you don’t see thumbnails below, this link should work):
Murielle Huet des Aunay in “Neige”:
Marina Hands in “hommes au bord de la crise de nerfs”:
Céline Mauge in “ça tourne à Saint-Pierre et Miquelon”:
Marie Carrour in “ça tourne à Saint-Pierre et Miquelon”:
French version, with extensive commentary
Charlie’s archives (1000s of collages, no ads, no password required)
“SCIENTISTS SAY … IT’S NOT AN IDEAL SOLUTION.”
This could really cut back on wardrobe costs. You can get a roll of black duct tape for about five bucks at Home Depot.
But is that so very wrong? Being beautiful is her job after all, and she’s good at it.
(To be fair and balanced: she also sings. Allegedly.)
This is the film with Ana de Armas as Marilyn Monroe / Norma Jeane. Julianne plays Norma Jeane’s deeply disturbed mother.
The Ana de Armas pictures are here.
Ana de Armas created an uncanny portrayal of MM. I especially loved the scene when she tells Arthur Miller things he didn’t know about his own play. Adrian Brody also did a great job in that scene, portraying Miller at first suspicious of, and utterly flabbergasted by, Marilyn’s erudite comments, then completely moved by her insightful grasp of the characters.
Arthur Miller disappointed Marilyn and betrayed her trust, but he came off better than Joe DiMaggio and JFK, who are portrayed as a couple of complete douchebags. A callous JFK treats Marilyn like a sex slave. Joltin’ Joe, although he seems to care for MM in his way, is a simple, jealous, paternalistic brute who slaps her around.
Despite great performers like de Armas, Brody and Bobby Cannavale, I wasn’t crazy about the film, which is too long in general, and contains several individual scenes that seem to drag on long after they have made their points. And those are often hypothetical or purely imaginary points, since the film is not a Marilyn Monroe biopic. In fact, it bears only a superficial resemblance to her life story. Slate did a good job of covering the differences between this film and reality. Blonde is a combination of facts, speculation, and pure invention, based on a novel by Joyce Carol Oates. The names of her famous lovers and husbands are never even mentioned in the credits, although their identities are obvious. They are credited as “the ex-athlete,” “the playwright,” and “the President.” The underlying essence of the film is that Marilyn spent her life with an aching emptiness over her missing father, and that her long-term relationships always reflected her search for a father figure.
By the way, the identity of her biological father has been quite convincingly determined by DNA. It was a studio executive named Charles Stanley Gifford. That was no great surprise. Gifford was Marilyn’s mother’s boss. According to some reports, Marilyn probably knew that he was her father, because she allegedly made repeated efforts to contact him and was always rebuffed. That parentage means that Marilyn was a direct descendant of John Alden, a famous historical figure who came over on the Mayflower, and whose marriage to a fellow colonist was immortalized in a famous poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, “The Courtship of Miles Standish.” Other descendants of Alden include John Adams, Orson Welles, and the aforementioned Longfellow, so Marilyn was in good company. (Other distant relatives include Dan Quayle, Julia Child, Jodie Foster and Raquel Welch.)
The film’s sensationalistic NC-17 rating seems totally unnecessary. There is a fellatio scene (no visible penis), and much sex and nudity, but there is nothing that you might not see in any R-rated film. On the other hand, TV Insider thinks the NC-17 was justified, not by one or two moments, but by the overwhelming impact of scene after scene.