Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Battle of the Babies!



Well it seems that 'Tomkat' isn't the only one who had a baby girl Tuesday. Oddly enough Brooke Shields and her hubby Chris Henchy also welcomed a baby girl.

Here's how the girls weigh in:

TOMKAT
Name - Suri (princess: Hebrew; red rose: Persian)
Weight - 7 lbs, 7 oz
Length - 20 in

SHIELDS-HENCHY
Name - Grier (watchful/guardian: Celtic/Gaelic)
Weight - 7 lbs
Length - 20 in


Well isn't this just the best coincidence ever in the Hollywood Baby Boom.

Sunday, April 09, 2006

Hips Don't Lie

Shakira: Hips Don't Lie ft. Wyclef Jean



Ladies up in here tonight
No fighting, no fighting
We got the refugees up in here
No fighting, no fighting

Shakira, Shakira

I never really knew that she could dance like this
She makes a man wants to speak Spanish
Como se llama, bonita, mi casa, su casa
Shakira, Shakira

Oh baby when you talk like that
You make a woman go mad
So be wise and keep on
Reading the signs of my body

And I'm on tonight
You know my hips don't lie
And I'm starting to feel it's right
All the attraction, the tension
Don't you see baby, this is perfection

Hey Girl, I can see your body moving
And it's driving me crazy
And I didn't have the slightest idea
Until I saw you dancing

And when you walk up on the dance floor
Nobody cannot ignore the way you move your body, girl
And everything so unexpected - the way you right and left it
So you can keep on taking it

I never really knew that she could dance like this
She makes a man want to speak Spanish
Como se llama, bonita, mi casa, su casa
Shakira, Shakira

Oh baby when you talk like that
You make a woman go mad
So be wise and keep on
Reading the signs of my body

And I'm on tonight
You know my hips don't lie
And I am starting to feel you boy
Come on lets go, real slow
Don't you see baby asi es perfecto

Oh I know I am on tonight my hips don't lie
And I am starting to feel it's right
All the attraction, the tension
Don't you see baby, this is perfection
Shakira, Shakira

Oh boy, I can see your body moving
Half animal, half man
I don't, don't really know what I'm doing
But you seem to have a plan
My will and self restraint
Have come to fail now, fail now
See, I am doing what I can, but I can't so you know
That's a bit too hard to explain

Baila en la calle de noche
Baila en la calle de día

Baila en la calle de noche
Baila en la calle de día

I never really knew that she could dance like this
She makes a man want to speak Spanish
Como se llama, bonita, mi casa, su casa
Shakira, Shakira

Oh baby when you talk like that
You know you got me hypnotized
So be wise and keep on
Reading the signs of my body

Senorita, feel the conga, let me see you move like you come from Colombia

Mira en Barranquilla se baila así, say it!
Mira en Barranquilla se baila así

Yeah
She's so sexy every man's fantasy a refugee like me back with the Fugees from a 3rd world country
I go back like when 'pac carried crates for Humpty Humpty
I need a whole club dizzy
Why the CIA wanna watch us?
Colombians and Haitians
I ain't guilty, it's a musical transaction
No more do we snatch ropes
Refugees run the seas 'cause we own our own boats

I'm on tonight, my hips don't lie
And I'm starting to feel you boy
Come on let's go, real slow
Baby, like this is perfecto

Oh, you know I am on tonight and my hips don't lie
And I am starting to feel it's right
The attraction, the tension
Baby, like this is perfection

No fighting
No fighting

Check out the video for yourself:
  • Hips Don't Lie


  • Video Stills:






    "Two Queens"

    Who would have ever thought that Lindsay and Meryl would ever share the cover of a magazine, let alone be in a movie together.



    Here are some of the photos of the quote-on-quote "Bosom Buddies" courtesy of style.com


    Atelier Versace sequined blue silk chiffon gown; Vince gray cashmere sweater; Armand Diradourian cap; Prada hosiery; Louis Vuitton boots.


    Giorgio Armani black viscose tank; Donna Karan black viscose cardigan; Louis Vuitton hat; Lohan's Katherine Azarmi-Rose bracelet.



    Yves Saint Laurent sequined black cotton dress; Calvin Klein Collection cotton shirt.


    Giorgio Armani black viscose tank; Donna Karan black viscose cardigan; Louis Vuitton hat; Lohan's Katherine Azarmi-Rose bracelet.

    (note that Streep is wearing Lohan's bracelet in both pics)

    Here are some stills from the upcoming Streep-Lohan movie A Prarie Home Comanion.







    Tuesday, April 04, 2006

    Comin' Up From Behind

    I love this song from Marcy Playground. You can find it on the Cruel Intentions soundtrack.

    Ah, She's an eight ball,
    She's a'rollin faster than a white wall,
    She's got an avalanche packed into a snowball,
    She's a losin all the links,
    She's like a stonewall,
    She's loaded up,

    She's the underdog,
    Gonna take a mighty swipe
    At the high horse,
    While'a sippin on her tricks
    In a pitfall,
    Makin eyes at the girls like bullfrogs,
    I'm telling you, sir,

    [Chorus]
    She's comin up from,
    comin up from, comin up,
    comin up from behind,

    Yeah,
    She's comin up from,
    comin up from, comin up,
    comin up from behind,

    You'd like her hanging
    Like a sneaker on a live wire, dangling,
    While your Wall Street pockets are jangling
    With the hollow jackpot of your rich kid games,

    It's a longshot,
    She's got a troop and a tongue for a slingshot,
    But she's takin' steady aim
    At the bigshots,
    It's hard to miss the rolling-polies
    On the blacktop,
    You better watch your turf,

    [Chorus]
    She's comin up from,
    comin up from, comin up,
    comin up from behind,

    Yeah,
    She's comin up from,
    comin up from, comin up,
    comin up from behind,

    You had her hanging
    Like a sneaker on a live wire, dangling,
    While your golden-lined pockets were jangling
    With the hollow jackpot of your wretched games,

    She caught your sick lie,
    It's creepin in the shadow of your white smile,
    Lurking underneath the cover of your bedroom eyes,
    Well, you're greasin' up the lance for your small-fry,

    You wanna talk it up, do you?
    Well you're floatin like a royal balloon -- oh,
    Your ego's swollen to the size of the moon, well,
    I think you found somebody to cut you down to size.
    Well well,

    Yeah,
    She's comin up from behind,
    She's comin up from behind,

    Yeah,
    She's comin up from behind,
    She's comin up from behind...

    Bettie Serveert Cover

    So I heard this song on The OC two weeks ago and loved it.
    Check out the lyrics for Bettie Serveert's cover of Bright Eyes' "Lover I Don't Have To Love".

    I picked you out
    Of a crowd and talked to you
    Said I liked your shoes
    You said thanks can I follow you?
    Now it's up the stairs
    And out of view
    No prying eyes
    I poured some wine
    When I asked your name you asked the time

    Now it's two o'clock,
    the club is closed we're up the block
    Your hands on me
    I'm pressing hard against your jeans
    Your tongue in my mouth
    Trying to keep the words from coming out
    You didn't care to know
    Who else may have been here before

    (chorus)
    I want a lover I don't have to love
    I want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk
    Where's the kid with the chemicals?
    I thought I'd meet him here but I'm not sure
    I got the money if you got the time
    You said it feels good I said I'll give it a try

    Then my mind went dark
    We both forgot where your car was parked
    So let's just take the train
    I'll meet up with the band in the morning
    Bad actors with bad habits
    Some sad singers
    They just play tragic
    And the phone's ringing
    And the van's leaving
    Let's just keep touching
    Let's just keep keep on singing

    (chorus)
    I want a lover I don't have to love
    I want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk
    Where's the kid with the chemicals
    I got a hunger and I can't seem to get full
    I need some meaning I can memorize
    The kind I have always seems to slip my mind
    But you but you

    You write such pretty words
    But life's no story book
    Love is an excuse to get hurt
    And to hurt
    "Do you like to hurt?"
    "I do! I do!"
    "Then hurt me." (till fades)

    Hear the song here: http://www.filelodge.com/files/hdd2/26230/Bettie%20Serveert.mp3



    Muy Interesante Fotos

    Real photos with my own commentary...

    Living in Color:











    The Black and White Mystery (photos from Life Magazine):


    Fall of the Lone Soldier


    Too Much Time on Their Hands


    Save a Horse, Kiss a Pony