วันพฤหัสบดีที่ 29 ตุลาคม พ.ศ. 2558

Turns Out the Bones and Sleepy Hollow Crossover Wasn't As Strange As We Thought It Would Be



Sleepy Hollow, Bones
Sleepy Hollow, Bones Fox
 

Raise your hand if you went into the Bones and Sleepy Hollow crossover episodes incredibly confused as to how they would make any sense whatsoever! And raise your hand if you finished the episodes thinking, "Hey, that wasn't so strange after all!"
Okay, yes, it was very weird to see Booth (David Boreanaz) and Brennan (Emily Deschanel), who deal with real-life crimes and decomposing bodies, working with Mills (Nicole Beharie) and Crane (Tom Mison), who deal with spells, demons and other supernatural problems. But, truthfully, the shows both have the same fun, playful tone, so it wasn't too jarring to see the Jeffersonian crew on the Sleepy Hollow turf and vice versa.

CLICK: Don't worry, the Bones & Sleepy Hollow stars didn't understand the crossover at first, either
Sleepy Hollow, Bones Fox
 
The highlights:

Normalcy. The episodes were constructed very typically for each show, especially at the beginning of each hour. Then the two fish out of water were weaved in to the story, and everyone was able to shine. Basically, it was business as usual, but with a couple of extra guests.

Ichabbie! You know who ships Ichabod and Abbie together? Brennan. After mistakenly assuming the coworkers-turned-friends were actually coworkers-turned-sexual partners like she and Booth, she encouraged Ichabod to get it on with his now-roommate. "I suggest you consider it," she matter-of-factly stated.

Insanity. Okay, so it was science and facts at the Jeffersonian in Washington D.C., but that went out the window when the case shifted to the Sleepy Hollow hour. Then, the heroes ran through tunnels, deciphered ancient runes and even had to shield themselves from napalm. Napalm! Oh, not to mention some supernatural craziness—you know, like every other episode of Sleepy Hollow.

What did you think of the crossover? Strange? Silly? Fun? All of the above? Leave your thoughts in the comments!

Cr  :  eonline

วันจันทร์ที่ 19 ตุลาคม พ.ศ. 2558

Lamar Odom Reportedly Being Transported From Las Vegas to Los Angeles for Treatment


Lamar Odom is reportedly being transferred to Los Angeles to continue his recovery.
According to People, the 35-year-old NBA champ has been discharged from Sunrise Hospital in Las Vegas and is on his way to California.

WATCH: Lamar Odom Will Move to a Rehabilitation Center in Los Angeles to Continue Recovery 

Odom had been recovering at Sunrise Hospital since last Tuesday after he was found unconscious at the Love Ranch brothel in Crystal, Nevada. Previously the transfer was contingent upon whether Odom's condition was stable enough to make the trek.

The ability to make the trip would be a good sign for Odom, who has been making strides since his hospitalization. Still, a source close to the family told ET on Monday that Odom is "still very weak." He continues to receive dialysis after kidney failure.

"He is showing improvement in his condition, however, regaining complete organ function continues to be a top medical priority," the source said.

WATCH: Lamar Odom Breathing On His Own, 'Keeping Up With the Kardashians' Not Filming 

A spokesperson for Odom's aunt, JaNean Mercer, previously told ET that the NBA star had opened his eyes and was able to communicate on Friday, after being placed in a medically induced coma on Wednesday. When his doctor asked how he was doing, Lamar gave a thumbs up and responded, "Good morning."

Odom would be heading back to familiar territory as he continues his recovery. The former pro basketball player played for the Los Angeles Clippers and Los Angeles Lakers at different points in his basketball career, winning two championships with the latter in 2009 and 2010. He was also named the Sixth Man of the Year as a Laker in 2011.
His relocation will also make visits easier for his ex, Khloe Kardashian, and the rest of the Jenner-Kardashian family, who have been by his side throughout his hospitalization.

Cr : ET Online

วันอาทิตย์ที่ 18 ตุลาคม พ.ศ. 2558

Gwen Stefani debuts breakup song 'Used To Love You' after Gavin Rossdale split

Singers Gwen Stefani and Gavin Rossdale in October 2014 before announcing their split. Singers Gwen Stefani and Gavin Rossdale in October 2014 before announcing their split. Photo: Getty Images
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No Doubt frontwoman Gwen Stefani has performed for the first time since her marriage breakdown, debuting a new single inspired by her split with Gavin Rossdale.

The Grammy Award-winning artist performed a 22-song set in New York on Saturday night and introduced her upcoming single Used To Love You.

Gwen Stefani performing in New York over the weekend. Gwen Stefani performing in New York over the weekend. Photo: Twitter/@Norushkxo

According to Huffington Post, Stefani told the crowd the recently written song held a lot of meaning for her.

"I'm talking about pain and love and my real life, and I just want to say thank you for listening," Stefani said.

"And I just want to share a song that I wrote recently. This song is really special.

"The emotional performance was set in front of a giant screen which showed a teary-eyed Stefani gazing into the camera and singing along.

In August, the mother of three announced she and Rossdale were separating after 13 years of marriage.

The sombre track is about a relationship ending, but also appears to take a dig at Rossale for pushing her "too far".

"You thought there were no boundaries/
But you just pushed me/
Too far/
I guess/
Nobody taught you/
Nobody taught you how to love."

Stefani thanked her fans on Twitter following the performance, writing: "thank you for sharing a special night with me".
The Voice US coach is currently working on her third solo album, which includes collaborates with Pharrell Williams and Charli XCX.
Some of Stefani's most famous tracks were inspired by breakups, including No Doubt's 1995 Don't Speak, written by Stefani after her seven-year relationship with bandmate Tony Kanal ended.

Cr  :  The Sydney Morning Herald Entertainment


วันพุธที่ 7 ตุลาคม พ.ศ. 2558

One writer gets well acquainted with sausage and egg McMuffins, in the name of journalism. Photograph: Mike Blake/Reuters
It’s the stuff that both dreams and diabetes are made of. McDonald’s has started serving its breakfast menu all day. The fast food chain is calling it “all day breakfast”.
Just imagine! Breakfast all day, every day! And we’re not talking bran flakes or cornflakes or any other kind of flakes. This is real breakfast: sausages and eggs and cheese and bacon. And muffins and biscuits and pancakes.
So my editor decided put it to the test. She sent me on a mission to find out what an entire day of eating McDonald’s breakfast feels like.

10am
I should start with a confession: I used to work for the fast food giant. One day, I had to sweep up maggots in the backyard. I went off the food after that. But this is all behind me as I’m starting my only-eating-McDonald’s day.
I played soccer the night before. All I had for dinner was a bratwurst and three beers. That means I’m actually quite looking forward to the grease and salt and shame of a McDonald’s breakfast.
I order a sausage and egg McMuffin at a downtown McDonalds. It comes with a hash brown. I don’t like hash browns. They give me heartburn. I decide to endure the acid reflux.
Back at the office a colleague, nose wrinkled, asks “what the hell” I am doing.
“Eating McDonald’s breakfast all day.”
“Why?”
“Told to.”
“Well, can you eat it somewhere else? It stinks.”
Zantac count: 1. Complaints from colleagues: 1. Sachets of ketchup: 5.
 
 12.30pm
I’m hungry again. I head back to McDonald’s. The staff are wearing t-shirts with the legend “all day breakfast” on the front. One employee is in charge of directing the line. She is having a hard time explaining the concept behind the all day breakfast.
“No. It’s not a free breakfast. Nothing is free,” she tells a disappointed-looking man. He leaves. I buy two sausage burritos. They come as a pair. They come with a hash brown. I still don’t like hash browns.

I take the ensemble back to the office. The sausage burritos do not taste very nice. Like the sausage and egg McMuffin, they smell.
“What are you doing?” asks a colleague. It’s a different colleague from before.
“Eating McDonald’s breakfast all day.”
“Err, I think that’s been done. Wasn’t there a documentary about it?”
Smart arse. Someone else stops by and notices the mounting collection of empty ketchup sachets, McDonald’s bags and hash brown wrappers.
“You are disgusting,” this person says. I know it.
Zantac count: 3. Complaints from colleagues: 3. Sachets of ketchup: 9.

3pm
My appetite is yet to be sated. I traipse back to McDonald’s. All around me people are smiling, happy, enjoying the sun. My heart is black and I am dead inside. The woman directing the line recognizes me. I try and muster some friendliness.
“I’m a sucker for punishment!” I say, shrugging my shoulders. I am banished to the line in the corner.
I have another sausage and egg McMuffin. I enjoyed that one this morning. I don’t enjoy this one.
Zantac count: 3. Complaints from colleagues: still 3. Sachets of ketchup: 11.

6pm
I’m going on a date. I hope she isn’t hungry. She is hungry.
“How about McDonald’s?” I suggest. “I’m eating the breakfast all day.”
“Why?”
“Boss made me.”
We walk to McDonald’s. I’m relieved to go to one where people don’t know me by name.
I offer to buy my date a sausage and egg McMuffin. She says she’s vegan. I buy a sausage and egg McMuffin and eat it in front of her on the street. It’s hard to be 100% certain what she is thinking, but she doesn’t look very impressed.
The sausage and egg McMuffins are beginning to repeat on me as we walk to a bar across the road. My date stands up and leaves while I am halfway through a beer.
Zantac count: 3. Complaints from colleagues: still 3. Sachets of ketchup: 13. Chances of happiness destroyed: 1.
8
pm
I go back to my regular McDonald’s. Sometimes you want to go where everybody knows your name. I eat a fourth sausage and egg McMuffin while I look up the email address for HR.
Zantac count: 3. Complaints from colleagues: still 3. Sachets of ketchup: 13. Chances of happiness destroyed: 1. New friends who work at McDonald’s: 3.

Cr  :  The Guardian
 
   

วันพฤหัสบดีที่ 1 ตุลาคม พ.ศ. 2558

In an era of yoga pants and reality TV, here’s how Paris is fighting to take back fashion


Dries Van Notens Spring 2016  (Zacharie Scheurer/AP)
 
PARIS — Anne Hidalgo,  the mayor of this city that holds fashion so dear, was dressed in Christian Dior — a simple salt-and-pepper tweed coat. She stood in the midst of the titans of style: the chief executive of Christian Dior couture; the head of French fashion’s governing body; executives from Chanel and Saint Laurent; the willowy former model whose face once represented Marianne, the symbol of the French Republic. They’d all assembled at the foot of the Eiffel Tower in a choreographed media moment to celebrate the start of fashion week here where designers are unveiling their spring 2016 collections.
With the push of a single, symbolic red button, the Eiffel Tower began to dance with lights from its foundation to its pinnacle — a rainbow of colors from red and blue to deep violet and silver. “La mode aime Paris” glowed in the dark from its base. Fashion loves Paris.
 
The Eiffel Tower lit in colors with the slogan “Fashion Loves Paris” as part of the launching of the “La Mode Aime Paris” celebration. (Florian David/AFP/Getty Images)
 
It was a bit of glittery showmanship to underscore this city’s place of primacy in the fashion firmament. Among wealthy customers and aficionados of trends, that position may not be at risk, but for a broader culture that is enamored with fast fashion, yoga pants and reality TV stardust, Paris is on the offensive. It is a city asserting its dominance with a flourish.
For editors and retailers who make seasonal trips to this city, there is always an expectation of opulence and craftsmanship, the avant-garde and the stubbornly classical. But with each transition from old-guard designer to buzzy star — or the passing of the baton from one fresh-faced creative director to one equally as youthful — there is a sense not just of chasing the next new trend but chasing relevance as well.
How does Paris ensure that it will speak just as powerfully to the next generation of young women as it did to the those that preceded it? Count the ways: There are collaborations between high-end designers and low-end brands such as the one between designer Christophe Lemaire and the Japanese sportswear label Uniqlo. It is impossible to be a designer footwear brand without offering some kind of sneaker or trainer — even if that brand is Hermès. And so designer Pierre Hardy showed black and red Hermès low-tops for spring.
[Robin Givhan at PFW: Maison Margiela, Yang Li, Dries Van Noten, and more]
There are competitions for young, dynamic designers, such as the one sponsored by luxury conglomerate LVMH Moet Hennessy Louis Vuitton, whose finalists are immediately bestowed with prestige and attention.
 
Jacquemus Spring-Summer 2016 ready-to-wear collection. (Francois Guillot/AFP/Getty Images)
 
Simon Porte Jacquemus has been both a finalist and a runner-up for the LVMH Fashion Designers Prize. On Tuesday evening, he staged a fashion fable that opened with a child in a white shirt pushing a large red ball of fabric across a vast loft, like a baby Sisyphus. The collection that followed was in a palette of mostly red, gray and white, and it was dominated by blazers deconstructed into wrap dresses and shirts.
In the middle of the show, the designer appeared — dressed all in white — and silently led a white horse across the vast expanse of a concrete stage. The child followed behind, once again overwhelmed while she struggled with yards of red fabric that unfurled behind her.
The collection delivered the audience into a moody dream state where cotton and canvas stood in for psychic baggage and youthful determination and imagination could, perhaps, bring freedom.
Arnaud Vaillant and Sébastien Meyer, the new designers at a resuscitated Courrèges — a legacy brand known for its space age, Judy Jetson sensibility — dispensed with the mythology and the fantasy of fashion. They turned their show into a live lookbook, a celebration of pure clothes — not riddles or experiments or philosophical musings.
The two designers personally introduced their version of an updated mod collection, noting that the very essence of ready-to-wear should be clothes that can slip easily into a woman’s daily life, making her feel more beautiful as she moves through her day-to-day.
They offered 15 items — a motorcycle jacket, a baseball jacket, a vest, a miniskirt, high-waisted pants and so on. Each item was shown 15 different ways, in various materials, such as suede or denim, a range of colors and with different sorts of embellishment. It’s the way that retailers see a collection when they visit a showroom, where they can see the breadth of a designer’s point of view and the myriad ways in which it all fits together.
In a world in which people expect their desires to be immediately fulfilled, Vaillant and Meyer presented a collection that gave viewers an instant sense of what was possible — really possible — in their wardrobe.
Few designers are able to blend fanciful opulence with accessibility in the manner of Dries Van Noten. So often, fashion is a game of bait and switch. What appears on the runway is not really what appears in stores. The new Courrèges put truth on the runway, and it was refreshing. But it was not transporting. Van Noten’s truth is mesmerizing.
Van Noten honors the richness of fabric and mixes prints and embellishments without fear of creating garish cacophony. Wide trousers in metallic brocade, jacquard skirts with dramatic demi-peplums, fuchsia satin platform sandals and next-skin tattooed gloves, all combined for a subversive elegance.
For his finale, the models marched out one last time and posed in a single line down the center of the massive warehouse. The designer took his bow. And the models remained while guests — armed with their iPhone cameras — swarmed them. Van Noten is not a designer who advertises very much — if at all. What is the need when he has hundreds of people Instagramming his collection — not some esoteric concept but actual products — and tweeting it out into the world?
[John Galliano redefines Maison Margiela with Paris Fashion Week comeback]
All of this reality-based fashion can make dreamers and storytellers such as John Galliano seem a bit old-fashioned. Perhaps they are. But their creativity is heartening. His second ready-to-wear collection for Maison Margiela was a hodgepodge of dresses — a flurry of silver brocade, mirrored embellishments, scrims of tulle, splashes of paint. Pullovers looked as if they’d been molded from old foam stuffing and then adorned with bits of fabric or odd buttons and pins.
The collection was rooted in the realm of romantic fantasy that has long defined Galliano’s sensibility, but it was made less precious and ethereal thanks to the do-it-yourself earthiness that has been the essence of Margiela.
The merging of these two disparate points of view is creating a promising vision. More than clothes, yet not pure theory.
Paris continues to bemuse and enthrall. Even without the flashing lights.

Cr  :  Robin Givhan - Washington post