The premiere of Fashionably Late With Rachel Zoe was so awful that I can’t even. Like, I literally cannot put it into words. Continue reading
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Season Premiere: House Of DVF
Welcome to the second season of House Of DVF, where fashion icon and walking wrap dress Diane Von Furstenberg conducts the most elaborate job interview ever to find its new brand ambassador. Basically, the job candidates have to work for DVF until all but one drop. But…what are they gonna do with the old brand ambassador, Brittany Hampton? I guess just toss her on the heaping pile of former somethingorothers because she’s about to be replaced. But before that happens, she is contractually obligated to help select her upgrade, with a smile and a smize. Wait, no, wrong show. Anyway, to the reaping! Continue reading
byRachel Zoe Episode Maj: Ah Mah Gaht
Last week, Rachel infested my beloved New York City. This week, she has retreated back into the warm embrace of Los Angeles. Continue reading
byThe Rachel Zoe Project, Episode 3: Literally An American In Paris
Rachel Zoe is frustrated that her sequined maxi skirts didn’t sell in the United States, so she goes to Paris and tries to pawn them off on Europeans. Her husband, Roger, has red dots all over his body. Does he have bedbugs? I hope he has bedbugs. Or, as they say in Paris, le cooties. Continue reading
byThe Rachel Zoe Project: Literally Not Flying Off The Shelf
Lots of people told Rachel Zoe that they loved her runway show. So many, in fact, that she found two positive reviews in honest-to-goodness publications. The problem is, people don’t like her clothes, like, to wear. Continue reading
byThe Rachel Zoe Project: Literally Maj
Last season, Rachel Zoe, a grizzled piece of burnt bacon, squirted a human out of her nether regions. This season, in addition to slapping oversized baubles and gewgaws on emaciated fameballs and giving her assistant an ulcer, Rachel’s literally making her own clothes. I mean she’s not sewing or anything, but still. This is maj. Continue reading
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