Archive for the 'Christina Hendricks' Category

Joan Holloway Covers Up In Beverly Hills

Christina Hendricks came out to support fellow Mad Men actor Bryan Batt at the launch of his new book Big, Easy Style on Saturday.

Rather than putting her two biggest assets on display, the redhead arrived at Brooks Brothers in Beverly Hills wearing an ensemble that covered her from the neck down.

It's a cute look for Christina, do U agree???

[Image via AP Images.]

Christina Hendricks Brings Old Hollywood Glamour To The Emmys

Mad Men's Christina Hendricks looked like a redheaded Marilyn Monroe at the Emmy Awards on Sunday.

The voluptuous actress sexed up the red carpet in a gorgeous hand-beaded Johanna Johnson Couture gown.

We're glad Christina's lady lumps aren't all in our face like earlier this week. It's so much easier to focus on the gown that way!

[Image via AP Images.]

Christina Hendricks Racks 'Em Up In New York

All eyes were on Christina Hendricks at the premiere of I Don't Know How She Does It Monday night and we think it's pretty obvious why.

The Mad Men actress wore a titillating Vivienne Westwood gown with Jimmy Choo satin pumps and a Judith Leiber clutch.

Christina's look is pretty flawless that is if you can get past her huge boobs.

[Image via Ivan Nikolov/WENN.]

Lady GaGa Vs. Cathy Horyn

Just like Christina Hendricks before her, Lady GaGa is firing back at fashion critic Cathy Horyn in her latest memo for V magazine.

For those not in the know, Horyn had this to say about the singer's Edge of Glory music video:

"She looked embalmed in the black Versace harness (apparently from Gianni Versace's final collection), and I don't know why Donatella Versace said she was honored by Gaga's selection, unless, of course, she thought she had to say something nice about the superstar. But a D.O.A. video doesn't help the House of Versace. Be choosier, Ms. Versace."

And here's GaGa's response:

In the age of the Internet, when collections and performances are so accessible to the public and anyone can post a review on Facebook or Twitter, shouldn’t columnists and reviewers, such as Cathy Horyn, employ a more modern and forward approach to criticism, one that separates them from the average individual at home on their laptop? The public is certainly not stupid, and as Twitter queen, I can testify that the range of artistic and brilliant intellectuals I hear from on a daily basis is staggering and inspiring. In the year 2011, everyone is posting reviews. So how does someone like Ms. Horyn separate herself from the online pack?

The reality of today’s media is that there are no echelons, and if they’re not careful, the most astute and educated journalists can be reduced to gossipers, while a 14-year-old who doesn’t even have a high school locker yet can master social media engines and, incidentally, generate a specific, well-thought-out, debatable opinion about fashion and music that is then considered by 200 million people on Twitter. Take Tavi Gevinson. She’s 15, and Rodarte created an entire project inspired by her. Her site is thestylerookie.com. I adore her, and her prodigious and well-written blog is the future of journalism. The paparazzi has similarly been usurped by the camera-toting everyman. That magical moment of the movie star posing in front of the Metropolitan Museum is no longer so magical. Now everyone has a fucking cell phone and can take that same fucking picture.

Why do we harp on the predictability of the infamous fashion critic? The predictability of the most notoriously harsh critics who continue writing their notoriously harsh reviews? Why give the elephant in the room a peanut if it has already snapped its trunk at you? That peanut was dead on arrival. To be fair, Ms. Horyn, the more critical question to ask is: when did the pretense of fashion become more important than its influence on a generation? Why have we decided that one person’s opinion matters more than anyone else’s? Of all the legendary designers I have been blessed to work with, the greatest discovery has been their kindness and their lack of pretense. They care not for hierarchy or position. They are so good, and so precise, that all that matters to them while they’re pinning their perfectly customized garment to my body is the way it makes me feel. Perhaps the pretension belongs in formaldehyde. And the hierarchy is embalmed — for us all to remember nostalgically, and honor that it once was modern, but is now irrelevant. Peanut.

Thoughts???

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