These are recent photos of Christina Aguilera, leaving a recording studio in LA earlier in the week.
I give Christina props – she dropped the horrible red lipstick, pancake foundation, and fugly baloney curls and went with the more natural look that we all pretty much agreed flatters her probably more than anything else at this point possibly could.
Her hair still looks fried out and frizzy, but the crimps are way more stylish than the 40′s flapper type, and her face is still as round and puffy as the moon, but dude. The only thing that’s going to rectify that is PUTTING THE BOTTLE DOWN and BACKING AWAY FROM IT SLOWLY.
On the whole, looking good, girl – I’m feeling this whole sanitary look! Someone went Misikko!
June 24, 2011 at 6:30 am by Sarah
And in a completely unsurprising move, they performed it on the latest Voice episode. Which is kind of what I want to talk about. Is anyone actually watching this show? Seriously, I think I know one person who’s addicted to it. And I don’t even really “know” them, I just happened to hear them talking about how much they loooove it one day in passing. I mean, I don’t even see Facebook discussions about this show. I think that’s the true telling of something’s popularity these days, doesn’t it?
Do you guys (if any of you are, you know, watching it) think it’s going to be a one-and-done type thing, maybe kind of like the song that Adam and Christina performed, or do you think it’s here to stay?
June 22, 2011 at 7:30 am by Sarah
“I know what everyone was saying. And during that Grammy moment, when I nearly collapsed, I was thinking, Are you kidding me? I’ve always been really good with my heels. Even pregnant, I could perform in heels. Note to self: Never wear a train onstage. My heel got caught in my train, and if it wasn’t for Jennifer Hudson, who picked me up as I went down, I would have fallen to the floor. When it happened, it was just like, What else, God?! What else?! I threw my hands up in the air and started smiling, because what else could go wrong?”
Sure, Christina, it was the train that made you trip. And when you got arrested for being drunk in the passenger seat of a car, you were a victim. No really, that’s what she calls herself in this interview, a “victim of celebrity.” I would have pegged her for a victim of Jagerbombs and low self esteem, but perhaps that’s just me.
June 16, 2011 at 3:30 pm by Emily
My opinion? Despite the obvious Photoshop, this is the look that Christina needs to be going for.
What’s your verdict – do we like the more demure (and decidedly smaller-faced) version of Christina, or are we still digging on the bright red lips, platinum baloney curls, and heavy foundation?
Images courtesy of Cele|bitchy
June 14, 2011 at 5:30 pm by Sarah
Christina and her boyfriend, Matthew Rutler, and a friend or a bodyguard or something I’m assuming, were photographed leaving a club earlier this weekend. Positive props, right off the bat?: I’ve gotta say, that shade of pink lipstick really flatters her boy’s complexion. It goes well with his sweaty, already-hungover pallor. Flattering. And impressive. I mean, he’s wearing more of her lipstick than she is, brava.
Incidentally, can you just imagine these two lovebirds all curled up in a dark corner of a seedy club, stumpy limbs entwined and sucking face while intermittently whispering sweet nothings into one another’s ear? I’d imagine it’d go something like this:
Matt: Oh, gurrrl, the way you nibble my lower lip.
Christina: Mmm BEEF. CHICKEN. RIBS.
Matt: I really think we’ve got something real, don’t you? I mean, I know a lot of our time is spent in the dark and under the influence of a lot of fucking booze, but I really think you just GET ME.
(More audible groaning and lip-smacking.)
Christina: NOM NOM NOM. … I’m sorry, you’re getting me what? Did you say ribs, p’raps? BABY BACK RIBS?
May 29, 2011 at 4:00 pm by Sarah
Ah, just when you thought X-Tina went and ate her son (What? I thought she had. It’d explain a lot of crap), she appeared in New York City holding his hand and doing her best to avoid being photographed.
With regard to the whole ‘eating her son’ thing, I’m glad to see that Max is just fine. See, sometimes puking after you gorge yourself on a delicious young child has its benefits: you can barely see the chew marks on little man’s hands, AND he’s starting to get some color back into his cheeks! Plus, BAM! Instant weight loss!
Welcome back to the world, Max!