From behind the lens, de Cadenet, 39, has cultivated relationships with her subjects, many of whom are A-list celebrities. But it’s quite a leap from celebrity photographer to talk show host: the average female television viewer isn’t paying attention to who photographed Kim Kardashian in last week’s People.
The job of an interviewer is difficult: how to extract humanity from a person who spends hours being asked the same questions by dozens of people? How to get them to share something they wouldn’t share with any of these other people?
Eventually, America’s Next Top Model could have as many seasons as the Super Bowl. Currently, we are in the midst of America’s Next Top Model XVIII. Nothing has seemed less consequential than the outcome of XVIII…
The Jelly Belly factory looks like any company headquarters: manicured, bright green lawns, beds of hardy, colorful flowers, and an unobstructed view of the highway. Affixed to a small mound of grass to the left of the visitors’ entrance is the company’s giant insignia: a red jellybean with the words “Jelly Belly” printed in thick yellow cursive.
Smoosh’s new album is music for a solo walk or the soundtrack to whatever film John Stockwell (Crazy/Beautiful, Blue Crush) is currently working on. Fans of a diverse collection of piano people — Tori Amos, Coldplay, The Delgados, Death Cab for Cutie (whose drummer helped Smoosh get their start), Chantal Kreviazuk, Bat for Lashes — will appreciate this music, as well as boys and girls who think the girls are hot (they are).
The Kindle is the superior reading device because apart from the “Experimental” section, which allows you to listen to mp3s and browse the Web, all you can do is read. Who would want to browse the Web on a Kindle? It’s a horrible experience, like playing an educational computer game in a school library in 1991.
If Stoute is saying that the Grammy committee selected Spalding and Arcade Fire just to get people glued to their screens and talking for hours on end after the ceremony was over, he’s wrong. Both these things happened, but is it so hard to believe that the message might actually have been, “We want more of you to think the Grammys are relevant, so we’re going to start paying attention to some of the artists that you actually pay attention to”?
I don’t suspect my female forebears had a craving for red nail polish, but it is comforting to think that these days, fewer and fewer people would even blink at the sight of anyone wearing any color of nail polish, least of all red. Nor would they necessarily mind if a woman had crooked seams in her hose, or if she didn’t “dress for breakfast.”
Sporting the exact hairstyle of Die Antwoord’s Yolandi Vi$$er — flowing ash-blonde locks, invisible brows and cropped bangs — Gaga seemed fatigued and uninspired at last night’s Grammys. Maybe this particular egg hatched too soon.
University professors have too much of an incentive to give students an easy time of it, both in terms of workload and grading, so that they’ll receive high marks on their teacher evaluations come the end of the semester. As a result, the typical workload of the American college students the authors studied is laughably light: “35 percent of students reported studying five hours per week or less, and 50 percent said they didn’t have a single course that required 20 pages of writing in their previous semester.”