Chappell Roan went full Fhloston Paradise at Daisy Chain Fields, and as a huge Fifth Element fan, I was immediately obsessed. The lilac mini, glossy boots, and that sharp new bob? Multipass approved.
I’m probably too old for Polly Pocket and Monster High dolls, but Mattel made them Buffy the Vampire Slayer-themed, so apparently age is just another thing we’re ignoring in Sunnydale.
Brandi Carlile covered Alanis Morissette’s “Uninvited” at Newport Folk Festival, which is either an incredible coincidence or proof she has somehow accessed my musical DNA. Either way, I have thoughts. I understand that...
I thought jelly shoes were safely retired with slap bracelets, inflatable furniture, and the memory of scorching my feet on a metal playground slide. Fashion had other plans.
S&P Lunch in Manhattan, a century-old sandwich shop across from the Flatiron Building, has survived the Depression, a pandemic closure, and a name change.
Models Inc. was messy, glamorous, wildly overdramatic 1990s soap perfection. Aaron Spelling turned a modeling agency into a runway-adjacent crime scene, and honestly, television was better for it.
Next Time Will Be Our Turn by Jesse Q. Sutanto delivers a sweeping, emotionally heavy love story about identity, sacrifice, and the secrets families carry across generations. Find out why I gave the book 3.75/5 stars.
Tia Carrere could always sing, but her breakout performance in Wayne's World (Ballroom Blitz, anyone?) put her on the map. Does she still have the chops? Check out her performance with the Middle Aged Dad Jam Band.
Tim Curry somehow spent fifty years becoming one of the most recognizable actors alive while also remaining a complete mystery. Kind of impressive. Read my review of Vagabond.
Angel came to Los Angeles to brood, fight vampires, and apparently make some wildly questionable hiring decisions. Rewatching the 1999 pilot now is equal parts nostalgia, chaos, and “girl, please do not go into that...
Ryan Reynolds teams up with Brian Austin Green and Tori Spelling to mix a Father’s Day cocktail with a name that says it all—The Reverse Vasectomy. Cheers to chaos, nostalgia, and questionable choices.