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FRIDA FOR ALLThe commercialization of Frida Kahlo has reached epic heights: Not only can you drink coffee from a Frida mug in the morning but you can also swig beer from a Frida stein in the evening. The iconic Mexican painter's unmistakable visage is everywhere!
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Published: 2008-04-30 Provider: New York Post Keywords: Frida, Kahlo, artist, images, tempo
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By George, No Charges in Motorcycle Smash (E! Online)E! Online - George Clooney's swoon-worthy visage remains unscathed. So does his rap sheet.
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Published: 2007-09-24 Provider: Yahoo
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Zero HourLegit Reviews: When Jim Brochu makes his entrance as Zero Mostel, his visage is eerily reminiscent of Al Hirschfield's New York Times caricature of Mostel as Tevye in "Fiddler on the Roof." Though his vocal timbre and inflections are more evocative of comic Dom DeLuise than of the thickly sonorous Mostel, Brochu admirably embodies the flamboyance, mood swings and dead-on comic timing of this legendary yockmeister.
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Published: 2006-07-11 Provider: Variety.com Keywords: Entertainment Industry News, Daily Variety, Movie Reviews, TV, Awards, Oscars, Cannes, Box Office, Hollywood
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Ashton Kutcher's Mystical Hair GrowthThe What Happens in Vegas star has been sporting some noticeable scruff on his usually clean-shaven face. However the hair growth not a fashion statement. Kutcher's reason for the bearded visage is in his religious beliefs.
According an In Touch insider, "He is growing it because of the Jewish and Kabbalah holiday called Lag Ba'Omer." Traditionally, men shave their beards after the 49 days between Passover and Shavuot, which on this year happened on May 23.
However, it looks as if Ashton decided to keep the beard. I'm not really sure what to say to that. I'm always at a loss as to what to think about people who believe in things.
Photos: WENN
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Published: 2008-07-21 Provider: A Socialite's Life
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“Crushed”: The Not-So-Brief Story Of Where I’ve Been These Past Few WeeksI try to make it a point not to share too much about my personal life here, but seeing as we spend most every day together, I felt that owed you, dear readers, at least some small explanation for my absence these past few weeks. It all started when I went to Los Angeles to spend my vacation - as I do every summer - camped outside of The Motherf*cking LaBeouf's mansion in a week-long round-the-clock candlelight vigil with the hope of catching a live glimpse of the world's greatest Mangod in his natural habitat. Due to the terrible desert heat, by the third day I'd already consumed my entire supply of Full Throttle Energy Drinks, and having replaced the contents of each spent can with my own urine, which was beginning to stink, I briefly abandoned my post and voyaged into some nearby tree-cover hoping to find a clean and more private place to relieve myself. As I made my way through the brush, I came to a small clearing in which I discovered something that would change the course of my life forever: hunched against the trunk of an old dying tree was the form of what appeared to be a large boy or small man, whose head was buried in his knees as he heaved and sobbed violently. "Are you...okay?" I asked, ever so gently. When he looked up, my heart nearly exploded out of my chest, for there I stood, face to face with the glorious tear-stained visage of Shia LaBeouf. However, my joy was quickly overtaken by confusion, as I marveled at the impossibility of The Beef, in the flesh, crying. This had to be some kind of trick being played on me by my senses, due possibly to the foolish combination of heat exhaustion and energy drinks. He stood up and quickly turned his face from me, shouting, "Don't look at me like this, please!" I moved to him and placed my hand on his should, gentle but firm, and whispered, "It's okay, Shia...I understand." See what happens next, after the jump! We spent the next several hours there in the clearing, Shia explaining the sorrow of his loneliness
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Published: 2008-08-04 Provider: Best Week Ever Keywords: Entertainment
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“Crushed”: The Not-So-Brief Story Of Where I’ve Been These Past Few WeeksI try to make it a point not to share too much about my personal life here, but seeing as we spend most every day together, I felt that owed you, dear readers, at least some small explanation for my absence these past few weeks. It all started when I went to Los Angeles to spend my vacation - as I do every summer - camped outside of The Motherf*cking LaBeouf's mansion in a week-long round-the-clock candlelight vigil with the hope of catching a live glimpse of the world's greatest Mangod in his natural habitat. Due to the terrible desert heat, by the third day I'd already consumed my entire supply of Full Throttle Energy Drinks, and having replaced the contents of each spent can with my own urine, which was beginning to stink, I briefly abandoned my post and voyaged into some nearby tree-cover hoping to find a clean and more private place to relieve myself. As I made my way through the brush, I came to a small clearing in which I discovered something that would change the course of my life forever: hunched against the trunk of an old dying tree was the form of what appeared to be a large boy or small man, whose head was buried in his knees as he heaved and sobbed violently. "Are you...okay?" I asked, ever so gently. When he looked up, my heart nearly exploded out of my chest, for there I stood, face to face with the glorious tear-stained visage of Shia LaBeouf. However, my joy was quickly overtaken by confusion, as I marveled at the impossibility of The Beef, in the flesh, crying. This had to be some kind of trick being played on me by my senses, due possibly to the foolish combination of heat exhaustion and energy drinks. He stood up and quickly turned his face from me, shouting, "Don't look at me like this, please!" I moved to him and placed my hand on his shoulder, gentle but firm, and whispered, "It's okay, Shia...I understand." See what happens next, after the jump! We spent the next several hours there in the clearing, Shia explaining the sorrow of his loneline
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Published: 2008-08-04 Provider: VH1
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Gisele Bundchen Actually Hot In GQHere's this month’s GQ cover girl, supermodel (and super annoying) Gisele Bundchen, in a surprisinly hot photoshoot. Now I’m not a fan of Gisele's visage, but she does have one of the most rocking bodies I've ever seen, and when said rocking body is hardly clothed, save for a pair ...
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Published: 2008-06-20 Provider: Popoholic
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CAPTION THIS: Phylicia Rashaddy Workmanship Phylicia "Roo-Dee" Rashad has received the ultimate honor in the New York theater world for her role in Cat On A Hot Tin Roof, getting her very own caricature on the wall of the legendary restaurant Sardi's. And would you blame her for hiding behind it? That portrait artist shaved off at least 20 years from Rashad's visage! She hasn't looked that good since the opening credits for the second season of The Cosby Show. Terrence Howard's drawing, however = Dead on. It's like the shmeared smarm on a tablet, covered it in wet wipes, and called it a day.
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Published: 2008-05-10 Provider: Best Week Ever Keywords: Entertainment
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Daniel Craig Completes Dangerous Stunt!Daniel Craig is the ultimate James Bond: look at him performing these stunts in Italy! He’s currently filming for the new 007 filom Quantum of Solace, which apparently involves lots of death-defying jumping and cool effects. My, is he looking hunkier than ever. Hopefully he manages to keep his mighty visage safe from bumps and [...] Continue to www.splashnewsonline.com
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Published: 2008-04-06 Provider: Splash News Online
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Mmm, Smells Like TimberlakeJustin Timberlake is bringing smelly--and, possibly, polyester pants--back. The pop star has become the latest spokesceleb to lend his visage to hawk designer goods, signing on to front a...
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Published: 2008-02-22 Provider: E!Online
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Madonna And Child
Here's Madonna with her adorable adopted son David Banda arriving in Los Angeles. Getting her face stretched and pulled has worked wonders. David's probably wondering why his mom is an albino with a visage like something out of Madame Tussaud's. But he'll cope. It's either scary pale mom or back to the orphanage! Madge doesn't play.
Photos: Splash
More photos of Madonna and David Banda arriving in Los Angeles are after the jump.
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Published: 2008-02-18 Provider: A Socialite's Life
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High Plains Drifter At dawn a lone rider, dressed in dusty black, urges his mount at a slow gallop over a flat, endless alkali plain. He rides tall, his eyes intent upon the horizon and a distant town in the frontier Southwest of the 1870's. By noon he approaches the town, pauses at an overgrown graveyard; his green eyes narrow at the sign: LAGO. The rider is tall, lean of visage and body, bearded from a long ride, and his flat-crowned hat, tilted forward, casts a shadow across his face. He is The Stranger and his mission in Lago is a grim one. The Stranger has come to Lago, made a bargain, and turned it into Hell...
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Published: 2008-01-31 Provider: Movielink
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