T LOunge for July 28th, 2021

Posted on July 28, 2021

The Nine Bar and Restaurant – Shanghai, China

 

Darlings, Lorenzo chose a fabulously swanky and sophisticated LOunge to help you get over the hump. Today is WEDNESDAY, we’re all supposed to mask up again, and your two manly hosts are currently en route to a weekend on Fire Island, where the masks coordinate with the speedos. We have a few bits and pieces of celebrity style to throw your way today because as we’ve whined many a time over the years, there really is no such thing as a day off for hard-working independent media superstars such as we.

In other words, we need to hustle to keep the lights on. Such is the way of independent media superstardom, alas. So while we’re trying to put posts together in the back seat of a car or even on a boat today, spare a moment for our suffering. Haha just kidding. We’ll be on the beach by one o’clock. Talk amongst yourselves, dolls!

 

Tracee Ellis Ross Re-created One of Diana Ross’s Most Iconic Photographs
Like mother, like daughter.

Tracee Ellis Ross payed homage to her mother, the one and only Diana Ross.
The Black-ish actress took to Instagram to share a photo of herself wearing a gorgeous beaded yellow halter dress that her mother wore in a photo shoot decades prior. In both images, mother and daughter wear their signature curly hair slicked back into a chic bun and opt for smoky eye shadow and wine-colored lipstick for their coordinating glam.
“No. 1 MAMA,” Ross captioned her first photo.

 

These Women Don’t Owe Us Anything
Consider it the ultimate hypocrisy. As Simone Biles and Naomi Osaka exit the Olympic stage, we only have ourselves to blame.

The losses were heart-wrenching. They were unexpected. But they were not, as many have tried to suggest, an affront to the sport. How many more of these public meltdowns will it take for us to understand? These women do not owe us a win at the cost of their lives.
There’s a fascinating disassociation that happens when we adopt certain athletes as our figureheads and our trophies. When they are on top, we lounge on our couches and profess inauthentic patriotism. We scream at them to do better, go faster, try harder, even though we cannot do better ourselves. We project our deeply held beliefs—that, for example, America is the best nation—while, meanwhile, our country refuses to protect two women of color. And when these women dare to not disclose everything—when they refuse a press conference, when they step away from an event that is brutalizing their bodies and minds—we turn on them with a shocking viciousness, even smugness. Weak.

 

Washington Week Host Yamiche Alcindor Will Never Forget Where She Came From
My very first job was working at McDonald’s when I was 16. I was doing a number of things, including squirting ducks out of the driveway because I’m from Miami, Florida, and ducks would hold up the drive-through. NPR did this story that said, at the time, McDonald’s was the No. 1 place that both you and your parent worked. My mom is a Haitian immigrant who came here in her 20s, and I turned to her and said, “That’s really funny. Obviously you didn’t work at McDonald’s.” She was like, “I absolutely worked at McDonald’s.” So I am a second-generation McDonald’s worker.

 

‘Caricatured Orientalism’ And ‘Slanty-Eye Yellowface Makeup:’ Life As A Biracial Ballerina
In her telling new memoir, New York City Ballet soloist Georgina Pazcoguin recounts a darker side of the Nutcracker.

Yes, casting minorities for the B cast and Eurocentric races for the A cast was blatantly racist and wrong. But at least every member of the B cast had a helluva lot of fun working together. There is something about the monotony of Nutbuster that usually leads to a prankish atmosphere. In the corps, most of us are playing introductory roles—maids, parents, flowers, mice—and after, say, thirty performances, it starts to feel like the movie Groundhog Day, a replica of the night before. If we aren’t careful, monotony will completely take over, numbing our bodies, minds, and souls, so we take measures to jazz things up a bit. During The Nutcracker, we are all still attending company class as well as rehearsing for the winter season. Come New Year’s Eve, The Nutcracker will be almost instantaneously replaced with another series of ballets, and we all need to be on our game and ready to perform.

 

I Spoke Out About Mental Illness Stigma. Why Was It So Hard To Admit I Needed Help Myself?
I’m a physician who regularly talks about the need to treat mental health with the same compassion and urgency as physical health. So why couldn’t I just say that postpartum depression is normal and that I was getting treatment?

For all the joy that came with motherhood, though, I was really struggling. My husband Sebastian and I had gone to some baby care classes at the hospital, where we practiced putting on diapers and I learned the positions most conducive to breast-feeding. After I gave birth, the nurses taught us swaddling and gave us some idea of how often to feed and change (in those early days, it seemed like every hour). They made sure we properly installed our car seat and could safely transport Eli home. But no one prepared me for the unknowns and the anxiety that I’d experience once we got home.

 

Mena Suvari Wants To Be Roasted For Her Past
In a new memoir, the actress revisits her checkered history of loneliness, drugs, and toxic men.

In her new memoir The Great Peace, published by Hachette today, Suvari recounts how lonely she truly felt during her (often unsupervised) tween and adolescent years that preceded her fame. Between the ages of 12 and 19, she booked nationwide commercials, hooked up with older men (with varying degrees of consent), washed down magic mushrooms with Big Gulps, attended raves with lilac-streaked hair and blue corduroy flares, and snorted meth to numb herself—all before she graduated high school. Meanwhile, her appealing looks and increasing success never betrayed her raw unhappiness. “After I finished seventh grade, I could make myself into whatever [age] was required to get the job done,” she wrote of attending go-sees, the modeling equivalent of auditions. “You want 13? Fine. You want 18? No problem. You want 23? Watch me.”

 

Cockscomb Is the Green You Should Be Eating
Chef Yusuf Bin-Rella is among many culinary leaders touting the benefits of the iron-rich West African green.

After being introduced to the iron-rich West African green, Bin-Rella started thinking about what we eat and why we eat it. He references the Popeye campaign of yore as being responsible for putting spinach on the table, even though he doesn’t personally like the taste and struggles to believe that anyone really cares for it.

 

Bangs Over 50: The Transformative, Age-Transcending Power of Forehead Fringe
Just what is it about the French-girl fringe that is so youthful? As my hairdresser Joel Goncalves snips cheerfully away at my hair, bundles of it accumulating in my lap, I can’t help but marvel at how the careful placement of wispy bits, sharp bits and blunt bits can make eyes look a little wider, lips look a little fuller, and freckles pop more… foxily. To clarify, I’m talking about the Margot Robbie British Vogue cover that inspired me to book in for the chop in the first place, and not my own reflection in the mirror.

 

Wallpaper Is Back—Here’s How to Do It, and What to Avoid
As the design pendulum swings from muted to maximalist, wallpaper is a fabulous way to express your own taste and eclecticism. As many of us adjust to a new life working partially—or even full time—from home, never has personal, well-executed interior style been more important.
Yet it’s one thing to admire wallpaper in the pages of a glossy magazine or in a trendy restaurant that has a whole decorating team at their disposable. When it comes to executing it on a personal level, it can feel more like a daunting commitment. What if I put it up and don’t like it? What if it feels dated in a few years? Does this even go with my furniture?

 

Camille Cottin Doesn’t Need You to Call Her Agent
To the many American viewers who fell in love with Call My Agent! during lockdown, the only recognizable faces in the hit French Netflix series might have been guest stars like Sigourney Weaver, Isabelle Huppert, and Monica Bellucci. Soon, though, that list will no doubt include Camille Cottin—the actor behind Andréa Martel, among the most ruthless members of Paris’s cutthroat network of talent agencies on the show.

 

KooKoo: How Debbie Harry’s extraterrestrial debut broke all the rules
With assistance from macabre Alien visual artist HR Giger, Chic’s Nile Rodgers, and members of Devo, the Blondie frontwoman’s first solo LP is as gripping as you’d expect – here’s why the fascinating puzzle deserves a deeper listen 40 years on

It was the summer of 1981 and Blondie were coming off five albums in five years hitting number one on the UK Singles Chart five times. They were a pop music monarch ruling elements of punk, new wave, reggae, dance, disco, and pop – and with 1981’s “Rapture”, are even credited with the first number one single in the United States to feature rap. And across that vast spectrum, the unifying factor was Debbie Harry, the epitome of New York cool – a relentless chill, and enchanting presence.

 

Reckoning with the theft of Native American children
Deb Haaland is investigating the history of hundreds of boarding schools that tried to “Kill the Indian, save the man.”

Last month, Secretary of the Interior Deb Haaland announced that she will lead a national investigation into the more than 365 American Indian boarding schools that forced Native children to “assimilate” to American culture. Between 1869 and 1978, the federal government removed hundreds of thousands of Native children from their families and placed them in schools where they were stripped of their language, subjected to harsh punishments, and forced to adopt Christianity and its values.
By 1926, nearly 83 percent of Indian school-age children were attending boarding schools across the country.

 

Celebrating the style of Jackie Kennedy, the First Lady of Fashion
Pat Nixon turned heads in trouser suits. Betty Ford had a thing for printed neckscarves. Rosalynn Carter nodded to boho style, and Nancy Reagan made ‘Reagan Red’ her hall-mark. Every First Lady has had her fashion moments, but it’s Jackie Kennedy who still shapes the way we dress today. A woman of pristine glamour and refined opulence, it’s hard to find a fashion designer who hasn’t been inspired by the late Mrs Kennedy. On the day that would have been her birthday, we take a look back at some of her greatest hits.

 

 

 

 

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