Rolling around the Internet today is this clip from last night’s Project Runway reunion, where they showed previously unseen footage of Vincent Libretti freaking out after a PR staffer mishandled his laundry.
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Scientists at the Niels Bohr Institute at Copenhagen University in Denmark have
successfully teleported light and matter a distance of half a meter. This is the first time scientists have been able to teleport both light and matter, and at a distance of more than a few millimeters.
I don’t understand most of the rest of the words in the article — it seems like the science people are trying to say that this does not mean you will be able to teleport yourself to Paris Fashion Week by next year, but since they’re really good at science, they’re consequently not so good at talking to other humans. So…Champs Elysee 2007!!! In our TELEPORTERS!!!!



I hate that these actually look kind of sweet. Nothing is particularly offensive here. Except for her fake eyelashes — Anna Nicole should be careful, lest she accidentally overdose on those things.
More pics of these shenanigans here.
Josh Duhamel and Ashton Kutcher go all Zoolander in this 1997 footage of the two at the Male Model of the Year competition (yeah, it really happens). Duhamel wins, and interviews that “the guy — I forget his name — from Iowa, he was exceptional.” The guy he’s talking about is, of course, Ashton Kutcher (who introduces himself as “Chris Kutcher”).
Not one but two models ate shit on the runway at Paris Fashion Week. Luckily, CBS News consolidated the videos of the two into a single clip for you to laugh at. Not fierce, girls, not fierce at all.
Below is a clip of Rosie O’Donnell and Dr. Christian Troy having sex on Nip/Tuck. View at your own risk.
Rubinstein, whose general bitchiness and insanity have made her something of a legend in the NYC media community, allegedly told Burrows that her “career in magazines was over and that [she'd] never work in this industry again.”
Silly, naive Brianna. When the editor you’re working for is a raging bitch, you don’t file a lawsuit, you
write a roman a clef. Or is the 21-year-old too young to remember the last time Lauren Weisberger wrote a book that sold?