Last month James Franco was supposed to deliver UCLA's commencement address, but he screwed the grads by backing out so he could go to a party—we thought. Now we know the real reason he didn't deliver the address.
Agyness Deyn is, like, such a rebel. She's a model who is so unmodel-y. She, like, hates fashion! And she, like, lives in East Village and wears Converse sneakers and quirky hats and smoke Parliaments. She's, like, so unique!
In a story that reads like something printed in newspaper during the early 1960s, a Philadelphia swim camp turned away over 60 African-American children because their presence would "change the complexion" of the pool.
Well, a fortnight has passed since we last met, thanks to Bravo's pre-empting of TCM with The Fashion Show last week — a bid to trick us into watching their lame Project Runway replacement. Hope you didn't fall for it!
"All I remember was my sax player making a fire out of chop sticks and holding his horn over the flame to warm it up before we went on. Everyone was dressed up in moon gear." And fuck Frank Sinatra:
