Case For Sunscreen of the Day: This man is 69 years old.
He drove a truck for 28 years.
The premature aging from sun damage to the left side of his face is extensive enough to warrant a feature in the New England Journal of Medicine.
Trucker or not, don’t forget your sunscreen.
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OH DEAR LORD.
Morning Fluff: Rescued feral kitty Thomas O’Malley Flufferpants is nearly recovered from life on the streets — now his only priority is making sure his pal Murkin has a proper snuggle buddy.
i mean, is this not the best thing you’ve ever seen in your entire life? IS IT NOT, I ASK YOU???
In Copenhagen, lovelies on bikes rule the roads.
is this what gender equality looks like? sign me up.
Celebrity Fashion: It’s All an Illusion
Heidi Klum is pure romance in this multilayered Marchesa gown.
i have dreams about this dress.
Zimmermann’s gorgeous and girly swimsuits just got easy to splurge on - today marks the official launch of the brand’s e-commerce site!
i mean, there are never moments in my life when i don’t want a hot swimsuit model bod, but then there are moments in life when i see swimsuits like this and i think that i would probs sell a large chunk of my soul for said bod.
They studio may also be considering an unknown.
i could probs get behind any of these three. at first i was wishy washy about armie, but the more i thought about it the more i jumped on board. for what it’s worth. HOLLYWOOD CAN YOU HEAR ME? I APPROVE!
may i just say that every time i see anything about this man eating the face off another man story i almost throw up in my mouth. it’s the worst thing on the internet in awhile. and also, the doctor in this article talking about “aggressive attacks using the mouth and jaws” makes me want to bleach my eyes.
don’t do drugs, kids.
Madonna performs a mashup of “Express Yourself” and “Born This Way.” Neat! We’d take this as a sign that Her Madgesty is willing to let Gaga bygones be Gaga bygones… except at the end, she throws in a few lines of 2008’s “She’s Not Me.” Maybe Madge isn’t ready to make nice after all.
madonna is such a fucking bitch. and not even in the good way anymore.
by Esther Adams
Photographed by Robert Fairer
The apparel and accessories collection with a neo-grunge feel that Agyness Deyn has turned out for her inaugural collaboration with Dr. Martens (which she unveiled in London yesterday and goes on sale this August), reads like a list of…
you had me at “reversible bomber jacket”…
(Source: dmusastore.com)
What happened to the journalism industry?
Us Weekly posted an article on Friday called “Shiloh Jolie-Pitt Vs. Suri Cruise: Style Showdown,” as if this isn’t a foregone conclusion and an embarrassment. Look, Shiloh’s choices are her choices, but don’t drag me into it. The “showdown” has been over since the day I showed up to the ballet in Carolina Herrera and Shiloh showed up in cut-off overalls.
That was 2007.
We’re so young. We’re so young. We’re twenty-two years old. We have so much time. There’s this sentiment I sometimes sense, creeping in our collective conscious as we lay alone after a party, or pack up our books when we give in and go out – that it is somehow too late. That others are somehow ahead. More accomplished, more specialized. More on the path to somehow saving the world, somehow creating or inventing or improving. That it’s too late now to BEGIN a beginning and we must settle for continuance, for commencement.
When we came to Yale, there was this sense of possibility. This immense and indefinable potential energy – and it’s easy to feel like that’s slipped away. We never had to choose and suddenly we’ve had to. Some of us have focused ourselves. Some of us know exactly what we want and are on the path to get it; already going to med school, working at the perfect NGO, doing research. To you I say both congratulations and you suck.
For most of us, however, we’re somewhat lost in this sea of liberal arts. Not quite sure what road we’re on and whether we should have taken it. If only I had majored in biology…if only I’d gotten involved in journalism as a freshman…if only I’d thought to apply for this or for that…
What we have to remember is that we can still do anything. We can change our minds. We can start over. Get a post-bac or try writing for the first time. The notion that it’s too late to do anything is comical. It’s hilarious. We’re graduating college. We’re so young. We can’t, we MUST not lose this sense of possibility because in the end, it’s all we have.
man. THIS. and also, i could probs shed a glistening tear about this if i worked myself up to it. sigh. rip marina.