April 3, 2008

In the category of 'Things I Love'...

The Grifters. And this image from the film particularly. The cliche says a picture is worth a thousand words and this one captures so much of what the film is about. A twisted and compelling darkness underscoring every move. Anjelica Huston. John Cusack. Complexity. Things I love.

April 2, 2008

Your Weekly Catherine

Week Twelve

Another weirdly evocative CSI promo shot of Marg as Catherine.

CSI Soundtrack Song Best Suited To This Photo:
'Head Above Water' by Curve

Song I'm Currently Listening To:
'Don't Fear The Reaper' by Blue Oyster Cult ("Guess what?! I got a fever, and the only prescription... is more cowbell!")

Note: There is no relationship between the two songs except that it irritates Skotty when I invoke the power of something he loves (ie. Kids in the Hall) to jazz up a Catherine post. Hence the cowbell. Of which I can't get enough. Just like Catherine.

March 31, 2008

It's been awhile since we've checked in with the Crypt's favorite diva, Sharon Stone. What has she been up to lately? Plenty. Don't think that just because she hasn't released another Basic Instinct sequel she's sitting around idly. When you're that fabulous, you get out of the house. When you're that mad, you wear whatever you want. Another site described her as Crazy/Fabulous and that is pretty much my favorite nickname ever. It so succinctly describes why I love Sharon. But don't take my word for both her activities of late and her uniquely insane fashion sense. Allow me to offer photographic proof.

Verdict? Fabulous.
This is Sharon at the Michael Clayton premiere in Dubai. When Sharon wants to turn it on, she turns it all the way on. If Tyra Banks were describing this look, she'd probably call it 'fierce'. (Then I'd have Chuck Norris roundhouse kick her into the stratosphere and all mankind would thank me.) Back to the point at hand, Sharon does glamor like nobody's business. When she wants to look fabulous she does it with ease and style and flair. She just pulls a little black dress out of the closet, throws on some red lipstick, and sashays onto the red carpet looking like she does this every single day and is bored by how ridiculously easy it is. She is Sharon Stone. Hear her roar.

Verdict? Crazy.
This is Sharon out and about in West Hollywood in November. What the holy hell is going on with this outfit? I don't even know where to start. My eyes are bleeding. About the only part of this look I don't have issues with are the hoodie (cute and comfy looking) and the glasses (they're a nice ordinary size and sort of remind me of Top Gun). Look, I understand casual. I understand not dressing up to run errands, even if you are a fabulous diva. But I do not understand zippered track pants, shiny vinyl bags, Ugg boots, beanies, and bandannas TOGETHER. In a single outfit. There has to be a limit. And yet Sharon wears this as though it's no big deal. As though she could just as easily be wearing a slinky gown, there's that little difference in her mind. As though we little people will just never understand the depths of the Crazy/Fabulous that is Sharon Stone. She's probably saying to the person on the other end of that phone "YES, I am wearing the beanie you gave me AND I'm wearing my son's bandanna. WHAT DO YOU MEAN it's too much? I look EFFORTLESSLY casual yet UNDENIABLY hip. EVERYBODY wants what I have. Also, I'm NOT wearing underwear." I love this woman.

Verdict? Crazy/Fabulous.
This is Sharon at the Cinema Against AIDS benefit in Dubai. And this is exactly what I'm talking about. I can't think of a single other star who is able to so glamorously blend the crazy with the fabulous in one spectacularly confusing outfit. On the one hand, she looks amazing. That dress fits her like a glove, she's got a body that just won't stop (even on the brink of fifty), her makeup is smoky and dramatic, and she looks just brilliantly glam. But on the other hand, the gloves and dress sort of remind me of latex body paint which gives her a distinct dominatrix aura, she's wrapped in a shrug made of Grover or possibly Cookie Monster, and her hair looks vaguely like she might cut it herself when she's bored. My eyes are confused. My head hates this look and my heart loves it. Sharon Stone is like a tear in the time/space continuum. Impossible to understand and of a magnitude that fractures all linear time into illogical component parts. But also something impressive that grandly demands all of your attention until it is gone.

Verdict? Fabulous!
This is Sharon at the Harry Benson Retrospective art exhibit just six days ago. She looks incredible. I love the outfit. I love the handbag. I love the shoes. I am even loving the 'I cut it myself and styled it out the window of the car' hair. And she looks about twenty years younger than IMDb (and basic math) tells me she is. She looks, in a word, amazing. I don't want to say that she bathes in the blood of virgins to stay this fresh but I'm quietly thinking it to myself. She's beautiful. I love everything about this outfit. It is fabulous, fabulous, fabulous, and not a whiff of crazy anywhere.

Sharon Stone, goddess of the divine, empress of the insane, teach us your ways. For we are afraid of the Crazy and awed by the Fabulous. But they are one in you.

I love this woman. I love all her philanthropic, Muppet-wearing, time/space rupturing, Crazy/Fabulous ways.