Beyoncé commissioned a sneaker in the style of her favorite Isabel Marant sneakers that are made from 5 different animal skins. These $5,500 sneakers, “The King Bey,” for Bey by PMK!, are made from skins of snakes, stingrays, crocodiles, ostriches, and calves. Naturally, PETA isn’t psyched about this and had to say something. Of course. Here’s their statement they released,
These custom-made kicks come with a high price—and it’s paid by the various animals who were beaten and skinned alive or cruelly farmed and killed. Although most people aren’t as familiar with the types of animals (snakes, stingrays, crocodiles, and ostriches) killed for this single pair of sneakers as they are with the cats and dogs we share our homes with, these animals are highly sensitive living beings who try hard to avoid capture and suffer enormously when trapped, netted, speared, and skinned alive…
We hope that Beyoncé will choose to wear more clothes from her own clothing line—which features faux fur—and that one day, she’ll go completely cruelty-free. She can always choose the cruelty-free and “green” fashion favored by compassionate, chic celebrities such as Natalie Portman and Anne Hathaway and designers such as award-winning fashion queen Stella McCartney.
A spokesperson from PMK! (Perfectly Made Kicks) released a statement back,
No animals were beaten, harmed, or killed in the development and crafting of the “King Bey” sneaker. The exotic skins used to construct the “King Bey” sneaker were at the sole discretion of PMK and are not in association with any decisions, requests, or opinions of Beyoncé and her affiliated parties. All leather and exotic skins used by PMK are from a legal supplier in New York.
Jay-Z teamed up with PMK for, “The Brooklyn Zoo,” a sneaker also made with about 5 different skins.
Daily Mail made the informative depiction of which animal went where in the photo of the sneaker above. What do you think of these sneakers?
February 28, 2013 at 4:30 pm by Catherine St. Ives
From The New York Post:
Jay-Z and Beyoncé missed the Oscars, and instead had dinner with Sarah Jessica Parker in New York on Sunday night. The music power couple joined the “Sex and the City” star and five others for a long meal at Freemans on the Lower East Side. “They completely blew off the Oscars,” said a source, adding, “They didn’t even have it on a TV screen. They were there until well after 1 a.m. with their friends, laughing and eating.” Bey’s sister Solange, however, was seen partying at Vanity Fair’s LA bash.
I love that this is a story, and that Beyoncé and Jay-Z deciding not to go to the Oscars is seen as a personal insult to the entire Academy Awards. I mean, they didn’t even watch it! Take that, Oscars! I suppose adding insult to injury is the fact that they were having dinner with Sarah Jessica Parker instead (weird combination, don’t you think?), but for the record, SJP is a really nice lady – and a very, very tiny one, as it were.
I have to say – I don’t blame Bey & Jay for skipping out on the Oscars, for the following reasons:
1. It’s in LA. Los Angeles blows – the traffic, the weather… I’ll pass. (Sorry, Angelinos!)
2. You have to get dressed in fancy things, wear Spanx and get your hair & makeup done – sweatpants with one leg cut to fit the leg cast you had on for 6 weeks and a stained Napoleon Dynamite hoodie that you got for $5 at Kohl’s back in 2002 won’t cut it. (Yes, that’s my wardrobe right now.)
3. So long! You have to walk the red carpet and smile and stop for pictures and then, when that’s finally over, you have to go inside and sit through a whole long ceremony that’s never funny and features mostly people you don’t give a shit about. Ugh, is it over yet?
4. There are after-parties, which you’re expected to attend when all you really want to do is have your limo driver stop at the McDonald’s drive-thru before going back to your hotel room, pulling the black-out curtains and watching a Sandra Bullock movie on TNT while eating your chicken nuggets in peace.
I rest my case.
February 27, 2013 at 12:30 pm by Jennifer
There she is in all her glory: the new messiah, Blue Ivy Carter! Sure, we’ve seen dozens of blurry paparazzi photos of Beyoncé and Jay-Z‘s golden child, but this is the real deal. I mean, this is the child so special that she could talk right out of the womb and even her shit-filled diapers are magical.
The picture is a still taken from Bey’s HBO documentary Life Is But a Dream, which airs tonight. Damn, Blue looks like her father, don’t you think? It’s pretty hilarious how much attention this baby has received – nearly as much as the forthcoming royal arrival of Wills & Kate. Maybe it’s the intense secrecy that surrounded Beyoncé’s pregnancy (I know, conspiracy theorists – I see you there) that increased the interest about the little one, but whatever, it’s a baby and it’s cute. Let’s just leave it at that.
February 16, 2013 at 12:00 pm by Jennifer
It’s no secret that Donald Trump is a Grade A asshole for a variety of reasons – he’s homophobic, racist, pro-guns… blah blah blah. But the entrepreneur took it to a whole new level of nasty when he criticised the queen this week. That’s right: Donald Trump thinks Beyoncé was way too sexy at the Super Bowl.
From The Howard Stern Show (via BET.com):
Calling into the Howard Stern Show to discuss a variety of topics, Trump got into dialogue about lip-syncing and was led into the issue of Beyoncé. The real estate mogul was more disturbed by the pop icon’s suggestive dancing.
“When Beyoncé was thrusting her hips forward in a very suggestive manner,” Trump commented, “if someone else would have done that it would have been a national scandal. I thought it was ridiculous… I thought it was not appropriate.…”
But Trump also noticed that what he perceived as scandalous wasn’t by most viewers and the rest of country. “There’s been no mention of it,” he concluded. “So, obviously, it must not have been so bad. She gets a pass.”
Listen, Donald – don’t hate just because you’re past prime thrusting age and would break a hip if you so much as attempted it. Also, who in the hell do you think you are to give anyone “a pass” – like, I’m sure Beyoncé is losing sleep over whether or not she has your approval and all, but just shut up. The reason there was no mention of it is because your old ass is the only one who cares.
February 13, 2013 at 12:47 pm by Jennifer
Beyoncé is the queen of the free world, so it’s no surprise that she’s covering the March issue of Vogue, appearing in a multi-page photo spread and accompanying interview in which she says a lot about very little. It’s only natural that a celebrity of her caliber would be reticent when it comes to sharing details about her personal life, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen another star who could answer endless questions with such extreme vagueness. Whatever, it’s Beyoncé. She can do what she wants.
Of course, the media loves to concentrate on the experience of motherhood and its necessary softening fact on the women who choose to bear children. They loved their careers before, sure, but they pop one out and suddenly they are softer, less abrasive, more womanly. It’s bullshit and has never been the case for Bey, who was back on her grind just weeks after giving birth to Blue Ivy. Still, that didn’t stop Vogue from desperately trying to push the image of a cooing Beyoncé home to us. Newsflash: you can love your child and your profession. The two are not mutually exclusive.
But outside this little room, there’s a gentle, sweet, unmistakable noise. The soft cry of a baby. And though Beyoncé has started a thought about her new album, she pauses and listens and just visibly melts. And in this moment, it becomes clear that while her career and her business are vital and essential, the life of Beyoncé Knowles has forever changed.
“She’s about to go to sleep,” Beyoncé says, beaming.
She, of course, is Blue Ivy Carter, born to Beyoncé and her husband, the hip-hop mogul Shawn Carter, a.k.a. Jay-Z, on January 7, 2012, in New York City, to the breathless rush of public attention that usually attends a royal birth. Now the curly-haired one-year-old is Beyoncé’s light, her constant companion, the adorable darling making cameos on her Tumblr. “She’s my road dog,” Beyoncé says. “She’s my homey, my best friend.”
Like, I get it – she loves her kid. Of course she does. Most parents who want the role are absolutely nuts about their little ones and think the world shines out of their baby assholes. It’s natural! But I don’t think Beyoncé is suddenly any less the fierce presence she once was just because an infant swam down her vagina. On the other hand, the lady herself does admit that labour was a bit of a freaky-deaky experience:
“I felt very maternal around eight months,” she remembers. “And I thought I couldn’t become any more until I saw the baby. . .. But it happened during my labor because I had a very strong connection with my child. I felt like when I was having contractions, I envisioned my child pushing through a very heavy door. And I imagined this tiny infant doing all the work, so I couldn’t think about my own pain. . . We were talking. I know it sounds crazy, but I felt a communication.”
That doesn’t sound crazy – obviously pushing a human being out of your body is gonna put you in a zone that those who haven’t gone through that process won’t really “get” – not in a fundamental way, but just in an experiential one. Like, I’ve never been hang-gliding, so I can’t really talk shit about what the wind feels like in your face as you float down to earth, etc. You get my point. I just wish magazines would stop trying to get people coo over motherhood and belittling experiences outside of it/that came before.
Anyway, let’s just look at the pretty pictures and switch off our minds. Photos from Beyoncé’s Vogue shoot below.
February 11, 2013 at 11:30 am by Jennifer
Here we are, on the Monday after Super Bowl weekend, and I don’t have absolutely no freakin’ idea what the big deal was. While (what I presume would be) the majority of the American people spent yesterday in front of their TVs, binge drinking and yelling things like “ALL THE WAY, BABY!” (49ers fans), and “WHODAT! WHODAT! (Ravens fans), I enjoyed a blissfully quiet grocery shopping, prepared organic baby food, saw a game of Segway polo at the field of my local school and sat next to hubby, ate ice cream and watched him code in Python (this is the Silicon Valley).
I am not interested in football because where I come from, football is a game that you play with your feet, involves an actual ball and doesn’t require the use of heavy protective gear. Besides, American football rules are just too convoluted for me. But while football irritates me only mildly, Beyoncé is literally tap dancing on my last nerve. She performed at the Super Bowl halftime last night, a show for which she notoriously prepared to sing live, and along with about a million dollars in pyrotechnics, she blew it. She totally did! Beyoncé is arrogant, pretentious, pseudo-talented, self-righteous and phony, and nothing she could do would make me think otherwise. Unless, of course, she decides to get off her high horse and publicly admit she used a surrogate, and then stands at a street corner for an entire day, giving away free puppies to strangers as an apology for faking her pregnancy. That would be cute.
Seemingly invigorated by recent criticism of her “Star-Spangled Banner” performance, Beyoncé flaunted her supreme vocal and dancing chops throughout the halftime show. Backed by an all-female band, including a guitarist with a fire-spewing guitar, she appeared mid-field as an audio snippet of John F. Kennedy blared overhead. She opened with a tease of “Love on Top” before launching into her first solo single, “Crazy in Love,” as a crew of backing dancers stomped and shimmied in unison. Next came a sultry, horn-inflected “End of Time,” from her most recent album, 4, after which Beyoncé stood before an electronic screen depicting multiple images of herself as she got sassy to “Baby Boy.”
The spotlight may have been on Beyoncé, but her set’s biggest moment came when the singer reunited with her fellow Destiny’s Child members Kelly Rowland and Michelle Williams (the trio recently released their first single in nearly a decade, “Nuclear”). Rowland and Williams popped out on the gargantuan stage – constructed to resemble two Beyoncé faces gazing at one another – and launched into a rendition of their backside-glorifying anthem “Bootylicious” before cranking up the energy even higher with a take on “Independent Woman: Part 1,” their smash hit from the Charlie’s Angels soundtrack. The performance ended fittingly with the trio striking a pose in the form of the film’s lead crime-fighting female characters.
And my favorite part:
“Kelly, Michelle, you want to help me sing this one?” Beyoncé asked her counterparts, moments before the threesome charged into her chart-topping hit “Single Ladies (Put A Ring On It).” Then, as her former groupmates exited the stage, Beyoncé told the crowd, “I wanna feel your energy,” before closing out her set with an emotional rendition of her power ballad “Halo.” She rocked out, hair flailing and on her knees, at the lip of the stage, then collapsed on her back as the stadium lights went dark.
Apparently, they didn’t watch the same thing I did. “Popping out” is just about right when it comes to Kelly Rowland’s and Michelle Williams’s comical entrance onstage, but Beyoncé did nothing of the flaunting-supreme-vocals sort. She sounded out of breath, and her belting out only conveyed that she was trying a bit too hard. Sure, she can sing and dance, but I cannot comprehend why she always feels like she has to rub it in our face. It’s tiring and I wish she would stop.
In moments like these, though, you gotta laugh. I ignored the fact that most celebrities on Twitter were also in ecstasy over Beyoncé’s performance, and concentrated on what the real people had to say. Please allow me to share some of the gems:
“Ugh, Beyonce is so annoying. And don’t call SF “San Fran”…no one calls it that.”
“OMG FIRE BEYONCE SHUT UP!”
“Beyoncé is foot stomping like a counting horse.”
“Beyoncé forgot her pants, but THE SHOW MUST GO ON!!”
“I hope they catch fire. There’s way too much fire. BURN!”
“This performance is making me die from laughter.”
“Think we just saw Destiny’s Child reunite and breakup again over a 5 minute show…”
“Beyoncé walks like an android.”
“Beyoncé used all the electricity.”
But seriously guys, what did you think? Was that the show of the year, or we need to add Beyoncé to the list of celebs you want to take a break from?