Noodles
Do you remember Kyla Ebbert? Southwest Airlines must not. Not even two years after the company kicked the Hooters waitress off a flight for her outfit (a white tshirt, white denim mini-skirt, and green, cropped cardigan, which were arguably ugly as sin, but certainly no worse than anything else I've seen at the airport) they have invited the unclad form of a fifty foot Bar Rafaeli onto the side of a 737. I guess the message is, if you don't meet the dress code, you have to fly on the wing.
And congratulations to Bar for being the second of Leonardo DiCaprio's girlfriends to land the cover of the swimsuit issue of Sports Illustrated. Speaking of lookalikes, does anyone else constantly confuse Marissa Miller with Jessica Simpson? Same big, pretty brown eyes, and tousled in-need-of-a-touchup hair. Same slack jawed, come hither pose. Same captions about fitness and needing it. I can never tell Miller from Simpson without squinting. Miller is what Simpson would look like after being stretched a foot on the rack. Me? I prefer the Simp. I feel sorry for her. At least Britney knows she is pitiable.
Andre Leon Talley is excited that Michelle Obama can shop on the internet and put together an outfit for $400. If that rings his chimes, he should come to Ross with me. I can put together an entire summer wardrobe, including shoes for that sum. His delight in her being able to pick out her own clothes makes me sad. Why so shocking that a successful, upper-class woman knows how to dress? Poor Andre, so used to underaged models who only wear what he tells them to wear.
And finally, Norma Kamali has some awesome new dresses for her line at WalMart. I can't get enough of her dresses. In fact, I type this wearing her new navy blue, v-neck, shift dress. Her line runs small, though. If you normally wear a Medium, buy the Large. You can buy every dress in her line for the big box giant for under $400, plus some pants, a few shirts, and her shoes, which are ankle strappy and adorable.
