The Fontainebleau's marketing department is one entity that seemingly won't need a bailout anytime soon. Last weekend's festivities certainly must have cost a pretty penny, and inserting a 16-page booklet into December's Vanity Fair doesn't come cheap. The thing is supposed to be a calendar, but basically is just semi-erotic shot after semi-erotic shot of a single sultry model overlaid with tiny number and months. In fact, it's not even clear that they're advertising a hotel. There're few words,
So let's see. Jessica Simpson's last album was a critical and commercial flop. Her last two movies ended up in straight-to-DVD hell, and unless you're a vengeful Dallas Cowboys fan she really hasn't been relevant since at least 2006. So why, oh, why is she on the cover of Vanity Fair, one of the better mainstream magazines in America?
Oh, it's right on the cover. She showed up in mom jeans looking slightly thicker than usual at the Kiss Country Chilli Cookoff, an event our sister paper up in B
from Lehmann MaupinHernan Bas, Mystery Bouf (Or the kingdom after the flood), 2009. Hernan Bas's latest show, The Dance of the Machine Gun and Other Forms of Unpopular Expression at New York's Lehman Maupin Gallery, has only lead to more praise for Miami's art boy wonder. BlackBook magazine recently sat down with the artist after the show's opening night and talked about everything from Ru Paul on The View, the last few disappointing Dior Homme Collection, and accidentally bumping
