I know I just posted Pixie Lott the other day but this is kismet if kismet means what I think it does. I am suddenly really worried it may not, it’s a strange bout of vocabulary insecurity. I could look it up but looking up words is for losers guys. Sorry if that offends you but it’s true. So this is kismet or perhaps some other quirky word that means what I think kismet means at the moment. See, Pixie Lott was at a Lost in Space Anniversary. Which is strange because I used to watch reruns as a kid and I don’t remember her being in them but man, she looks fantastic for a woman who has to be at least in her 60’s then. And so fate played a hand in her coming to my attention because first, I just reblogged a picture of the Landover Mall yesterday with a boring story about the time I went there to see the Lost in Space remake movie, which is pretty strange because how often do any of us think about Lost in Space? I mean, be honest, do you ever? I don’t. On top of that, fate then put Pixie Lott in just an amazing dress. That pink dress with her current hair and just… my god. It’s perfect. So, as you can see, I have to post her again. It is kismet after all or some other word that means what I think kismet means. Today I want to fuck Pixie Lott.
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The Time 100 Gala was last night and I am not entirely sure what it is but I assume it has to do with a list of 100 people Time will publish or has published. 100 People who what is the question. Maybe most influential? Maybe the 100 people most likely to get your to buy a magazine? Boy, that’s would be a profitable list I bet. I dunno, I do not and have not ever been a Time reader because once, long ago when studying political philosophy I was trying to figure out what publications to regularly read (because this was before the internet and you had to limit yourself in such ways) and my professor said Time was “a small step above a picture book. It’s fully of shiny things to distract idiots,” and it’s impossible for me to not get that vibe now. I mean, I do consider list making the lowest form of journalism). But reader or not and whatever their list is I can’t take too much issue with it cause their Gala was jam packed with people who I was happy to see there. Demi Lovato won though by being gorgeous and attractive and also wearing two different things because she performed. I guess that’s like cheating but I don’t care. Cheat to win I always say. Every time I post Demi Lovato I am taken with just how striking she is and has become. Not everyone matures into their beauty and it is the special, lucky person who becomes more beautiful as she ages. Demi Lovato seems to be one of those people. And it certainly makes sense. I mean, recovery is a lot of work but it’s a fuck ton better for your health than what came before. Of course, I am reminded sometimes by a long time friend that when forced to say which Disney star I found most attractive back in… whenever that was that Demi Lovato was a Diseny star, I said her hands down. But I would point out saying, “If you put a gun to my head” is hardly high praise, where as now, as a woman fully into adulthood and maturity I find her to be remarkably attractive. I dunno, I am rambling, my basic point is if you get your news from Time that’s ok, it’s better than getting it from your friends Facebook feeds but really, try to branch out. There is still excellent journalism out there if you want it. Today I want to fuck Demi Lovato.
Here is Pixie Lott because she’s really pretty. Over the weekend she sang at halftime during a game and… the pictures stuck with me. I guess I am warming up to the pink hair. Or I think she looks good in a jersey. Or as a friend joked, I am really into gambling. Which was a joke I needed explained to me on account of not being British but, hey, I get it now. I get jokes guys! Anyway, for whatever reason I liked how she looked (Maybe I am just nostalgic for seeing her perform, that used to be the only kind of pictures of her I saw, now I never see them). Anyway, here she is to brighten up a rainy day. Today I want to fuck Pixie Lott.
Here is Lana Del Rey because there was a possibly new set of photos of her. I honestly can’t be entirely sure because they looked familiar but at the same time that’s kind of the whole point. Photos of Lana Del Rey are always steeped in a memory of a past that never really existed, so they are supposed to make us think that maybe we have seen something just like this before, even though in reality they pick pieces from disparate time periods that weren’t really all that close together at the time, even if the past seems to be one big jumbled mess to us in the present. It’s like when people used to have 80’s parties and they’d dress in fashions that never saw each other, or when 90’s parties happened and everyone thought that was all about neon even though that was basically 1 year in the 90’s and no other time. I don’t know how people dress for 2000’s parties, I just know my mind rebels at the whole idea cause my brain still thinks of that as basically now, even though it’s been 7 years. My point is the past can blur together and that is the past a picture of Lana Del Rey is selling, not a real past but a concept of the past. A feeling of old timey-ness that is inexact and more about what we want the past to be than anything it really was. So, I guess what I am saying is there may have been new pictures. It would make sense, she has a new album coming out at some point this year. Or they might be recycled because magazines love to do that and let’s be honest, if you’re going to recycle photos and pass them off as new, Lana Del Rey is a pretty good choice for that. Not so much as a meta commentary but because people can’t be sure if they have seen them before. Today I want to fuck Lana Del Rey.
Pixie Lott has pink hair which is a bit odd for me. See, Pink Hair is a thing I am supposed to love and by those who know me personally is one of my “things”. Like, we’re talking since before Tumblr exists. Before social media was a thing. Back to high school kind of thing. But… I don’t think I quite like it on Pixie Lott. I don’t hate it or anything, it just doesn’t’ look quite right to me. Which is strange because my typical reaction to Pixie Lott is that she is so pretty she can’t be real. And I think maybe that is part of this, we have this thing where when someone is really pretty, or pretty in a certain way (I have noticed a good smile leads to this), we consider them a natural beauty. As opposed I guess to an unnatural beauty? An infernal beauty? A supernatural beauty? There are so many things that are not natural I am not sure what this natural beauty is set up to be a comparison against. And i realize that might be why my brain is rebelling,t he pink seems a little wrong because Pixie Lott is a “natural beauty” in the recesses of my brain. The problem with this is of course that the idea of natural beauty is one of the biggest pieces of horseshit out there. I mean, she’s almost always wearing make up. I bet she puts at least a few minutes thought into what she’s wearing, you can tell because her shoes always match each other. If she just stumbled outside and it all fell together you know she’d be wearing two difference shoes at least once. And, well let me preface this with saying I cannot know for certain, all knowledge is just human opinion, yadda yadda yadda, but I am going to go out on a limb and say I am 99.9% certain that even when she is blonde she does something to her hair. I just have huge doubts that she literally rolls out of bed with her hair looking like that. None of that changes that my brain is like, “I dunno about this pink hair. Doesn’t quite look right. Looks… unnatural”. It’s just dumb, pink occurs in nature all the time. Like with uh… cotton candy. Fuck. Well, you get my point. Anyway, she is beautiful and so I am posting her cause even with the pink hair I saw some pics of her leaving various British thing (British Celebrities are always leaving or arriving at TV shows or radio shows) and she looked amazing. So here she is because today I want to fuck Pixie Lott.
So here is Lana Del Rey who released a trailer to her new album yesterday. I have written a lot of words about Lana Del Rey in the past because there were a lot of words to write, she inspires that kind of thing in part because of who she is but more because of our reaction to her. I thought the trailer was fine but I did react negatively to the idea of a trailer for a record. I should state I happen to dislike movie trailers. Or rather the culture that has grown up around them. I am not sure why everyone in the world gets excited for a new commercial that is designed to make a thing seem better than it is but holy shit do that. That’s fine, its’ their thing. It’s the abject horror when I have told them I haven’t seen it and upon sending me a link or shoving their phone in their face the horror when it turns out it isn’t because I was unaware the internet existed but rather because I have no interest in purposefully watching commercials. Also, calling them commercials really gets people’s goats. Which is why I keep saying it here. I am a dick. So anyway, I am not one to get excited about commercials but it did get me thinking about Lana Del Rey and nostalgia, probably because there were some references to the state of the world in said trailer, and Lana is going to make it all better. I should point out that I happen to greatly enjoy Lana Del Rey and have defended the artifice of what she does here on this blog many times. Check the tag if you are interested. That said, I am not sure black and white and trappings of the past are the solution for the current state of the world as I feel nostalgia is why we are here. When La La Land got all the buzz it goes I was opposed to the buzz. Not the movie. The movie was fine. Though, I should point out “fine” is a descriptor that doesn’t go along with the praise it was getting. What bothered me was the fact that people were just going apeshit over it for the same reason everyone voted for Donald Trump. A view of a pretty, pristine, white past that never existed. Now, I think what Lana Del Rey does is clever, she artfully takes bits form the past and forms a thing that never actually existed. But of course, that’s what La La Land did, too, it carefully stole from old musicals to create a new one that was kind of about white people saving Jazz (not really but that also really pisses people off, too). And of course Trump was promising an idealized version of the 1950’s that never existed, not even for white people, but certainly not for anyone who wasn’t white. And I guess I think this is general ok in our entertainment and I will never hold the artist responsible for the misinterpretations of their work by others. But when she promises to make everything better… it kind of rubbed me wrong. Music is transcendent and can cure almost anything that ails you but it needs to have something to say. If it is just the warm comforting blanket of rose tinted nostalgia around you then it is not art, it’s art’s greatest enemy. So uh… I guess I am saying if you’re reading this I sure hope you come through for us, Lana? Am I putting unfair pressure on you? It feels like I am a little but like… look, if you can perfect the looks you have done, a great record can’t be that hard right? Right. I mean, to be honest there are some pretty hard truths in her earlier works that not everyone seemed to get. Just give me that. Today I want to fuck Lana Del Rey.
Today will be short cause I am stupid stressed and just… am not feeling particularly creative. And I am sure people will be confused by that but yes, writing these is a creative endevour, it takes at least a tiny bit of effort. Anyway, today Charli XCX has a new mixtape coming out which I have not been able to listen to yet but hopefully soon. Hopefully it rules. Either way I like her so she’s here. Today I want to fuck Chali XCX.
So apparently the iHeartRadio Music Awards were last night and good for them, buck the trend by putting your awards not near any of the other big ones. I don’t know much about it besides that and it keeps putting the song Me and You and Jackie Mittoo in my head, so uh, there’s that. Anyway, Demi Lovato was there and I am sure there is something about her wearing a shiny outfit but really I am posting her because of her face. She looked beautiful. She is beautiful. It’s sort of nice to see how she has seemed to mature into her beauty so well, in that she seems to get better looking all the time. Not always a thing child stars are lucky enough to experience. Anyway, I don’t have too much to say, I am busy listening to 90’s indie bands. Today I want to fuck Demi Lovato.
I always feel like I should almost apologize whenever I post the same person twice in a short time period. Which is dumb because the blog is called what it’s called and time is a matter of human perception and besides, it just means I am not flighty and inconsistent. Also, oh no, the same beautiful celebrity in a short time frame. You guys going to be ok? But I still feel bad, like my libido isn’t being creative enough. Also, recently this blog has looked like it did when I started it, the same people are popping back up. I guess everything is cyclical. Anyway, it’s not my fault that the Brits were last night and Katy Perry looked the best. Look, there wasn’t really a ton of competition really, it wasn’t the best red carpet. I mean, I try not to be too judgey because not everyone can pull off the same casual elegance of sitting around in their underwear on the Internet like I do but Katy Perry even looked better at the after party than a lot of people did at the event. Disappointing I guess but I did quite like the colors and cut of her jacket and dress. She looked good and this is always a good thing. Today I want to fuck Katy Perry.
Pixie Lott was at the opening of a West End Musical last night and… so now she’s here. Sometimes I feel like I don’t have a ton to say about her because when I post her it tends to boil down to gosh she’s pretty. Like, that’s the entire motivation and it tends to be all I have to say. So here she is cause gosh she’s pretty. Today I want to fuck Pixie Lott.


















































