First order of business on today's agenda: get my hair laid like Beyoncé.
Translation for that is, "Don't you judge me, but I'm getting a weave."
Because after last night, I can't seem to find a good enough reason NOT to, in fact, BE Queen Bey.
You know you're thinking about it too.
Despite the "Did she or did she not?" lip syncing debacle, looks like things are going well, what with a net worth of $300 million & all.
Last night's half time performance was like my most favorite Christmas morning dressed in thigh-high socks & affectionately known as Destiny's Child (which I suppose, to some, Blue Ivy might wear that title as well, but, another day, another post.).
Just as a side note--I found it hilariously ironic that we could barely hear Kelly & Michelle during none other than "Independent Woman". A friend of mine appropriately deemed their contribution as "The Whisper Song". It's even more hilarious this morning than it was last night.
If you haven't been living for counting down the days, nay...SECONDS, until the Christmas Day cinematic premiere of one of Broadway's most beloved shows, you haven't been living. I understand what living sorely for a MOVIE PREMIERE might imply, have come to terms with it, and have no qualms about it whatsoever.
I don't believe in magic, but for the sake of this post...
This, my friends, is MAGIC.
Annie Leibovitz's stunning, incomparable, mind-blowing, "catch-me-cause-I'm-falling" images of the cast of Les Miserables for Vogue are enough to have to me gasping out loud, even as I look at them for the 9th time this morning.
"Amanda Seyfried and Eddie Redmayne as the young lovers Cosette and Marius, photographed on set at Pinewood Studios, London."
“The whole thing is really one big love story,” says Seyfried. “There’s something aboutLes Mis that makes everyone see the world differently."
”He’s one of the great literary characters of all time,” says Hugh Jackman of Jean Valjean, “a real study of the human spirit under the worst adversity possible.”
"Helena Bonham Carter and Sacha Baron Cohen star as the wicked Madame and Monsieur Thénardier, who enslave Cosette after the death of her mother, Fantine, and exploit others at every opportunity."
"Anne Hathaway cut off her hair and lost 25 pounds to play Hugo’s ill-fated heroine. “Fantine is a warrior for love,” says the actress. “She’s willing to sacrifice everything—her sense of right and wrong, her looks, her very life—for her child.""
“Marius was a romantic stereotype,” says Redmayne, whose character must balance love with revolutionary fervor. “So we went back to the book and found all these moments that showed hewas more than just a guy running down the street singing about his love.”
“For the story to have any drama, you need to cast a guy who you genuinely feel could go toe to toe with Hugh Jackman and get the better of him,” says director Tom Hooper of casting Russell Crowe as Valjean’s relentless pursuer, Javert. “And how lucky am I that he actually had a background in musical theater?”
"Valjean rescues the young Cosette (Isabelle Allen) from a life of servitude. “The stakes were as high as they could possibly be every day,” says Jackman. “And that sort of cauldron of expectation and pressureand excitement was exhilarating.” You need to watch this: (in case you haven't already, and for that, I'm de-friending you.)
International Trailer:
And this! This is it! I cry every single time. I'm not kidding. Anne Hathaway's rendition of "I Dreamed a Dream" is haunting. Magic, I tell you. Magic!
I'm ready for the Golden Globes, I'm ready for the Academy Awards--bring on the Lifetime Achievement Awards--because my good sense tells me Les Mis might be doing a little bit of sweeping this year.
2012, I think we're going out with a bang.
Countdown: Less than one month. See you at the midnight premiere!
It's my turn for breakfast & window shopping at the 5th Avenue flagship store to sneak a peak at this year's enchanting displays--miniature blue boxes & all!
Okay, so it is Monday, but I don't have cute little weekly updates like that because that would imply that this blog is for the audience who reads it.
Didn't I tell you?
This blog is about me, not my readers. I write about what I want, when I want, how I want, and with the content I want. Just an FYI in case you were considering submitting an idea for me to write about, before you were majorly disappointed. I jest, I jest! But, really, I'm so glad you're here!! Okay, off topic.
Listening to a few tunes today--here's some of my all-time favorite covers of some of my all time favorite songs. Alright, not entirely true (because who actually loves Billie Jean? Hellooooooooo.)
Because let's face it. The only thing all the big names care about is the name in the tiny little label tucked away in the fabric of that dashing excuse of a red carpet dress.
Call me a no-name or a commoner, but I'm more interested in the fact that saffron seems to be the color of choice this year rather than the fact that Lanvin, Christian Dior, and Angel Sanchez are the ones who shared the color scheme with each other for the Big Day.
I absolutely adore awards shows. I took notes. Cue the applause! (Or laughter.) I spent most of the show racking my brain for ways to get there as someone's date.
I'll let you know when I have a plan.
Here are my fav looks from the night! I don't have least favs (I do, but I don't have time) because who wants to dwell on the negative.
