Love Lea. Hate the haircut.
Love Lea. Hate the haircut.
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He actually has a great sense of humor, and some pretty good comedy chops.
Fashion model Shalom Harlow walking the runway for Thierry Mugler in sheer dress!
I’m not even sure Montreal exists. I’m thinking that Quebec is pulling off some kind of tax dodge.
Le Nouveau Duluth has 85 reviews, all of them giving five stars. “In the features, they do everything: they deliver, they do takeout, reservations, outdoor seating, buffet, private dinings, private parking, they have a full bar, wine and beer, waterfront, live music, jazz bar, it’s a drive-through, they’re on the beach, they have a playground.”
“Le Nouveau Duluth does not exist. The ease with which it rose to the top of a travel advice site is a clear example of how easy it is to create buzz with no substance behind it”
Here is the story of the comedian behind the prank.
Ageless, timeless beauty at Marc Anthony’s wedding, Jan 28th.
I am a Salma fan.
I have mentioned before that I had a one-on-one, face-to-face conversation with her at Sundance in 2003. She was even more beautiful than her photographs, and was completely humble and down-to-earth, chatting with me as if I were an old acquaintance.
I just happened to be passing by when I saw Salma standing alone, waiting for her then-boyfriend Edward Norton to finish a conversation with some Hollywood muckety-muck. Fortunately for me, I actually had something original to talk to her about. She directed a film that was shown in the festival that year, and that film was shot about 90 miles away from the Sundance venue. Since so few Sundance entries are actually shot nearby, I asked her if she was able to get all the technical support she needed from the Utah crews without bringing in any Hollywood back-up. She told me that she was, but there were a few times in the set construction process when she had to grab a hammer and nails herself. (Her crew members verified this story.)
(I really wanted to ask her where big-time Hollywood heavyweights like Salma Hayek and Peter Fonda stay when they have a long shooting schedule in a village of 658 people, but I figured that was too rude.)
The screening of the film got a thunderous standing ovation, although you might expect that, since at least half of the audience worked on the film. They even applauded the ending credits. It’s the only movie I’ve ever watched where the audience applauded the assistant key grip. In Utah, Salma held the home court advantage.
Incidentally, that film is not especially good. As Count Floyd would finally concede after a failed showing, “OK, boys and girls, it stinks.” It’s like a made-for-Hallmark sap-fest (it was actually a Showtime Original). Its problems were not Salma’s fault because she didn’t choose the project or write the awful script. Showtime already had the film in production when Salma took over from another director who dropped out. In fact, she did a completely competent job on what is basically a Lifetime-style film, and actually won a Daytime Emmy for “Outstanding Directing in a Children/Youth/Family Special.” I’m surprised that she never tried her hand at another feature.
I wrote a rather acidulous review, as the film deserved, although I was kind to Salma, as she deserved.
“SOFIA GOMEZ’ BIG TITS AND OTHER CELEBRITIES IN A WEEKLY INSTAGRAM/TWITTER ROUNDUP“
Forget the Kardashians and all those zaftig rappers. Coco must have the biggest ass ever. (And, as we know, her boobs are not exactly small either.)
She wears as little as possible, which works out well for us.
Here she is, doing the lord’s work here on earth, wandering around the Big Apple showing off her own apples in public.
Full gallery here.
“Anastasia Volochkova is a Russian prima ballerina – which is a big deal – and she recently flashed her pussy at a party.”
She really seems to be the life of the party, because the poster found a clip from a previous incident where she contributed yet another gash-flash.
It’s not quite sheer, but it’s so flimsy that it reveals all the right stuff.
She has, in the words of the great philosopher, Otter, “major league yabbos.”
This was a Penthouse photoshoot, so there is open leg action