tonight is the night

Si, porque su próximo cd que en un principio se iba a titular Stuck On The Naughty Step ya no se va a titular así. El nuevo nombre elegído por la intérprete es It's Not Me It's You. A favor del nuevo nombre hay que decir que es más corto y más sencillo de memorizar.

De todos modos, lo realmente importante es el contenido del cd, no su título. Para conocerlo integramente habrá que esperar hasta el 9 de febrero del año próximo.

Depois de pagar peitinho, sair carregada de praticamente todas as festas, pintar o cabelo de rosa e de dar o maior vexame enquanto apresentava uma premiação ao lado de Elton John, Lily Allen voltou a falar de seu novo disco.

Quer dizer, o jornal britânico Daily Mirror voltou a falar dele. De acordo com o impresso, a cantora mudou o nome de seu álbum, que deve ser lançado no dia 9 de fevereiro de 2009, para It's Not Me It's You. Antes, ele se chamava . Enquanto o CD não sai, Lily Allen tem se distraído fazendo participações especiais nos novos discos de Wiley e Kaiser Chiefs.

Se o novo trabalho da moça não fizer sucesso, será que ela vai mesmo abandonar os palcos, como havia anunciado? Façam suas apostas!

Album ukażać ma się w lutym 2009 roku. Według brytyjskiej prasy brukowej, nowy tytuł krążka Allen nawiązuje do jej zakończonego kilka miesięcy temu związku z członkiem Chemical Brothers, Edem Simonsem. Piosenkarka nie potwierdza na razie tych rewelacji.

Debiut Allen, "Alright, Still", pochodzi z 2006 roku. Rok później Angielka po raz pierwszy pojawiła się w Polsce. Była jedną z gwiazd Coke Live Music Festival.

You can buy a perfect copy over at Dorothy Perkins which will set you back just £40. Wear with opaques and a statement handbag. Lily carries the Yves Saint Laurent Easy Y satchel.

Lily Allen chiar are un motiv bun sa zambeasca de aceasta data. Ea a primit viza pentru a vizita SUA dupa ce anul trecut a fost trimisa inapoi in Anglia pentru ca in L.A.  atacase un fotograf. Lily a fost apoi nevoita sa renunte la turneul din State si la o aparitie la MTV Music Awards. Acum se poate intoarce sa isi termine ceea ce a inceput. Sa speram ca lasa sticla de alcool si violenta deoparte.

By definition, Samantha Shelton is a singer-songwriter, but Shelton plays the ukulele instead of the guitar, and this fact alone is enough to elevate her song material above the tired singer-songwriter genre. By definition, Shelton is also a born-and-bred-in-LA actress (her credits include One Tree Hill and ShopGirl), but she grew up in Eagle Rock with un-famous parents, which lends her enough organic street credentials to defy the Angeleno-actress cliché.

Originally one-half of the hit cabaret duo If All the Stars Were Pretty Babies, Shelton is now striking out on her own with her debut album, Are You Kidding Around?, due out January ‘09 on new label Eagle Ear. Shelton’s four-song EP, Good Morning Tonight, is already available on the Eagle Ear website, and it’s a tempting sneak-peek at an artist who just might be Los Angeles’s answer to the quirky-girl soul-singer movement that’s been going on in Britain (Lily Allen, Amy Winehouse, Joss Stone, Duffy) for a few years now.

As a resident and die-hard fan of Los Angeles, I’m always excited to discover new artists who share my love affair with this place. For that reason, I always wanted to jump on the Rilo Kiley bandwagon, but Jenny Lewis’s voice was always a bit too self-conscious and serious for my tastes. When Are You Kidding Around? is released in January 2009, LA may have found its answer to the Brits, and I may have found my answer to Jenny Lewis.

Le ha cosatdo, pero finalmente Lily Allen confirma que su segundo trabajo saldrá a la calle en febrero de 2009, concretamente el día 9. El segundo trabajo de la británica llevará por título "Stuck On The Naughty Step", algo que se sabe desde hace meses.

Allen asegura que ha trabajado muy duro en este cd. La grabación ha estado llena de sobresalto, entre los que destaca la pérdida del hijo que estaba esperando y la ruptura con su novio, Ed Simmons, de los Chemichal Brothers.

"Stuck On The Naughty Step" parece que ha servido para que Allen exorcice algunos de sus mayores fantasmas. "Éste es un trabajo muy íntegro. Ha sido un trabajo mío, honesto, que habla sobre mí, que no tiene nada que ver con estos discos hechos en 10 minutos por gente de la Industria", ha explicado.

Syd Barrett and the psychedelic sounds of Pink Floyd on The Piper at the Gates of Dawn.

The endless love and eternal laments of the inimitable Nick Drake on Bryter Layter and Five Leaves Left.

The...I don't know..."fun" Alright, Still by Lily Allen.

More anon.

How does one sum up the contemporary female as viewed by the gutter press?

Well look no further folks, it’s here.

Being perpetually presented with media stereotypes of women, the new Heat advert is the perfect representation of all that is wrong with how we view the role of the young woman in today’s society. What is more disturbing is how this celeb crap is something women aspire too.

My favourite whipping boy (and she’s got a face like a bloke) is Jordan, the tit-waggling tart who, by a combination of self exploitation and sheer greed, has managed to make a fucking fortune by using the media to reinvent herself at the expense of her own family. As a role-model, the damage has already been done. Every other aspiring ‘celeb’ is only too happy to be seen, cosmetically adjusted for the purpose of the universal proletariat bloke, swaggering about wearing nothing but tooth floss in order to gain the attentions of the paparazzi.

But there is more. After the mutual exploitation has established a ‘celeb’, said celeb will often bite the hand that fed it. This results in violence - think Allen/Winehouse who regularly find themselves having to punch their way out of their own homes or clubs when the monster they’ve created turns to suck the very marrow out of their bones.

It has to be said that the violence is usually dished out by those that, to some degree, have earned their fame via talent (the likes of Jordan and Marsh couldn’t afford to spurn the attentions of the press) but obviously such behaviour keeps the artist in the public eye, which will ultimately result in record sales. young women are left with the notion that it’s acceptable for women to use their fists as well as their tits.

Now the Heat advert. Incidentally, Heat is nothing more than a paparazzi-landfill with a desire to do no more than poke its nose into the lives of those that jangle their enhanced privates / damaged emotions at cameras before dishing out gushing praise or more commonly, screaming vitriol, to nosy gossips and fishwives.

So, after being presented with a typical cover of Heat, an expose on some gits Lumpy Thighs’ for fucks sake, two women start to punch the crap out of one another.

We’re presented with the idea that Heat is of such value that two perfectly normal women are prepared to kick seven bells out of each other in order to read the last available copy. But even within the advert there is more bird-baiting, while these two fairly ordinary wankers roll about on the floor a model serenely plucks the magazine from the shelf looking down at the ‘ordinary’ pugilists with a certain degree of disgust.

Sort of says it all about the magazine, it’s content and it’s readers.

Actually, I could go on and on about this... but I won’t.

It's one thing when the media is on your back about your loony behavior. It's quite another when your friends are begging you to get help. And that's exactly what's happened to Lily Allen according to new! Magazine.

The singer has been going a little off the rails recently and a source tells the mag "We all think it's time she considered rehab. She drinks too much, then feels depressed. But she just says there's nothing wrong with her. Her attitude is: 'I like to let my hair down and have a good time, who doesn't?'"

To be honest, I'm with Lily on this one, but just so long as she keeps it under control. The Brits are quite lucky, really. You can get away with anything when you respond "Hey, at least I'm not Amy Winehouse."

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Programme du jour : Crèche.

J'appelle mes parents à 7h10. Maman s'occupe de moi ce matin : câlins, petit déjeuner et bain. Papa m'aide à m'habiller, et elle me dépose à la crèche sous une pluie battante.

Papa est de retour à 17h45. Il pleut toujours mais je suis de très bonne humeur. Nous rentrons à la maison, je joue dans ma chambre puis nous descendons prendre mon repas.

Je fais mon caprice du soir. Aujourd'hui, je ne veux pas mettre ma serviette. Papa reste d'un calme olympien, ce qui m'étonne de lui, ce n'est pas vraiment son genre. Comme Lily Allen, Je fais 2 aller-retours sur la naughty step (la première marche des escaliers, l'équivalent du "coin" français)... et finis par venir à table... avec ma serviette. Je suis ensuite adorable.

Maman arrive, je l'accueille avec un grand sourire. Je veux que ce soit elle qui m'aide à me préparer pour ma nuit : déshabillage, pipi, brossage des dents, mise en pyjama, lecture d'un livre. Mais j'insite pour que mon "Papa que j'aime très fort et qui est le plus gentil de la terre" viennent me chanter une chanson et me mettre au lit avec un gros câlin. Il est 20h.

Ce soir, mes parents essaient le jeu "Guitar Heroes III" sur Wii. Ils ont tenté "Hit me with your best shot", un titre de Pat Benatar, mais ils sont très loin, mais alors très très loin de cette vidéo. Rédacteur : Patrick-Robin, mon Papa.

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As meninas conferiram o desfile da Dior, na Semana de Moda de Paris, nesta segunda-feira, 29. Fashion que são, elas foram ao evento com vestidinhos e não tiraram os olhos da passarela - só para posar para os fotógrafos, claro. Aliás, pelo menos Katy Perry faz tudo para aparecer. Segundo o "The Sun", ela teria deixado de lado o namorado, que estava no mesmo desfile, só para sentar ao lado das moças e garantir mais alguns minutos de fama. 

-Claro! até eu que sou mais boba! ahaha

But for Paris Fashion Week, the singer has really raised the bar and was snapped doing a spot of shopping in the French capital while wearing a pair of £415, 4in, black Yves St Laurent shoes - her highest ones to date.

Looking groomed and chic, Lily made stops at Chanel, Prada and Goyard.

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The Dior spring/summer 2009 collection strode down a Paris catwalk earlier today to a tribal beat, with the models balanced on six-inch, metal "fertility goddess" heels as high as their sculptural, plaited head-dresses.

The collection was inspired by “"my memories of many trips, all over Africa" by Dior's prolific British designer, John Galliano, and drew on earthy, sensual references.

The clothes were obviously designed to appeal to Dior’s growing fan-base of high-profile, young, rich celebrity customers, including the pop singers Katy Perry and Lily Allen and the actresses Emma Watson and Eva Green, who sat front row with the likes of former supermodel, Stephanie Seymour, the Oscar-winning, French actress Marion Cotillard and the burlesque star, Dita Von Teese.

The dresses were amongst the shortest and sexiest ever seen on a Dior catwalk; flipping flirtatiously at mid-thigh in acid-yellow, orange, fuschia and delphinium blue organza and chiffon – and conspicuously see-through; although thoughtfully accessorized with matching, knitted hot-pants.

Bustiers made of coloured python-skin, teamed with flippy micro-skirts, in bark-printed chiffon or embellished with cowrie shells, brass discs and crystals, along with corset-tops in stingray, worn with hug-me-tight black leggings, added to the exotic mood of tribal-chic.

But Galliano – ever with an eye on the cash register and mindful of the fact Dior reported a 1.54 billion Euro profit for the first half of this year – did not neglect his more conservative clients.

Here, he moved into a quieter ‘comfort zone’ of fashion, offering superbly-tailored, Dior ‘Bar’ jackets in fine wool; double-breasted, “flying” jackets; and belted, “lantern-sleeve” jackets; shown with crisp shorts or pretty, pleated skirts in polka-dotted or plain chiffon, in a palette of beige, grey, black, cream and soft pastels.

The evening gowns, although as diaphanous as the cocktail frocks – “but more choice in the showroom”, Galliano promised backstage – were muted in terms of colour, with long skirts of pastel and Dior grey chiffon, panelled with ribbons of lace or with tiers of pleats from thigh to knee.

But the tribal chic note resounded with the chain-mail halters, gilt-studded stingray bodices and cowrie-shell embroidered leather bustiers, worn with silver metal chokers made up of fertility goddess figurines.

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Hinter der Meute versteckt sich: 

Emma Watson, die dann auch brav stehen bleib und sich fotografieren ließ:

Danach kam: 

Lily Allen. Mit Bodyguards. Die blieb aber nicht stehen. Ist halt schon ein Profi.

Suchbild: Wo ist Lily?

Und dann?

Dita von Teese. Bitte nicht heulen, sind doch nur Fotografen. Aber von denen will Dita nicht fotografiert werden, deswegen eisern den Blick nach unten.

Und danach?

Bitte, wer ist das?

Die saß dann wenig später brav neben Dita und Lily

Tja, und die folgenden habe ich draußen irgendwie verpasst, aber Modepilot hat ja auch Spione drinnen mit Dior-Karte (grrrrrrrrrr!)

Frau Seymour

Oh, Marion Cotillard, wie konnte ich dir nur verpassen. Daneben ist, glaube ich, eine französische Ministerin und den Herren mit Bart kenne ich nicht.

Uff, ich brauche ein kurze Verschnaufpause.

Fotos: stardustfashion.com (3), Modepilot/Parisoffice (8)

First, Gwyneth hit the Iron Man promotional world tour in like 12 pairs of ridiculous stilettos.  There were a few of the best:

Then Lily Allen decided to bring it:  

And again, with these delicious creations:  

And THEN, Posh Spice was like, "Fuck all y'all," and launched her fragrance in these.  They're so high, there IS NO HEEL!  

Awesome.