Superstar Seedbag

It's not often that I will acknowledge loving the work of someone who I think is a complete and utter seedbag.

But in the case of Terry Richardson, his work rocks.

I mean, I'd hate to be as hot as the Gossip Girl ladies and still be told to stick my thumb in some dude's mouth, but as suss as Richardson is, he really does some cool stuff.

Sure it's often controversial, sexual and regularly features lady (and man) bits but he has had opportunities aplenty to shoot major stars and huge ad campaigns.

Just don't Google Image him when Mum's in the room.

No Secrets Here

Is it just me or does anyone else think it'd be a bit weird letting everyone else see inside your handbag?

It'd definitely be a way of making sure everything is always neat and tidy but really ladies, does everyone need to know why you've been a bit cranky at this particular time in the month?

I don't think I'll be lining up for King Karl's latest offering.

Too Cool For School (just yet anyway...)

You know kids clothes are awesome when, as a free-wheelin early-twenty-something, you want a fashionable four-year-old to dress-up as your own.

Even Best&Less has kick-ass kids gear these days. It's not like back in my day where old-school Supre sold Granny and seven-year-old me matching patterned leggings and pullovers.

Wanna Date?

One word: Hottie.

(Photo from Face Hunter: love love love)

It Don't Matter If You're Black or... British?

Michael Jackson wants another baby.

And according to reports, he ain't no Angelina.

The King of Pop is looking to buy himself a British baby to add to his brood of three biologicals: Paris, Prince Michael I and Prince Michael II.

Heaven help the kid if it doesn't come with a pre-decided name tag attached. Prince Michael III?

And if it's so hard for an upstanding citizen of a homosexual persuasion to get a child, I really hope an almost-convicted kiddie-fiddler doesn't get fast-tracked to fatherdom ahead of those already standing in the queue.

I Just Have A Fast Metabolism!

Ten bucks says that model Lara Stone (stage right) is one of those waif-like characters that respond with "I just eat healthily, do yoga and take my dog for walks at the beach" when asked how she stays smokin' for the catwalk...

Photo from JAK & JIL BLOG

I love JAK & JIL BLOG for a number of reasons. Here's one of them:

As a rule, I'm not much of a Louis Vuitton fan (probably due to the horribly ubiquitous fake Speedy bags) but these shoes are A.MA.ZING.

Please Explain: An Update

Prepared to flash her navel, if that's what it takes, Pauline is persistently denying posing for the porno pics.

And according to reports today, old Jack Johnson isn't actually 100% certain that it was the prospective local member with whom he was getting up close and personal.

Now of course, News Limited is in trouble with Pauline's legal team. And no doubt, JJ will be in trouble with News Limited's legal team.

Holes are being poked left, right and centre in the original story.

Apparently the "studio" for the 1975 photo shoot was the Pelican Bay Resort which unfortunately for JJ, didn't actually open until 1986.

And in 1975, Pauline was rocking a fluffy bob rather than the raunchy pixie crop modelled in the now infamous photos.

"I'm here to state the facts," she told media today.

"In 1975, I was married, living on the Gold Coast and I had my second child."

"I've never worked in the northern suburbs of Brisbane and never worked in a grocery shop."

I'm going back on what I said yesterday. C'mon Pauline! Show us! Have you got an innie or an outie?

Men In Tights

So this is a man.

In tights.

Lace-up tights.

Sure, they're Givenchy.

And yes, the wearer is probably some uber cool French boy...

But really? Tights?

I'm all for fashion forward, and I don't mind a dude clad in skinny-legged pants, but I don't think I could date a boy that wears lace-up leather leggings.

I don't like it.

Well hello Ms Hanson!

Whether it's a Pauline-induced marketing scam or a true sob story scandal lead by a spiteful ex, the world has now seen so much more of the feisty red head than anyone ever bargained for.

I realise she has a couple of kids but seriously, it's like seeing your parents at it. And that voice... not exactly a smooth purr.

The photographer, Sydney-sider Jack Johnson (and no, it's not this one) said he fell for Pauline over the checkout when she was scanning through his canned goods. According to him, she liked him for his hot motorbike.

After he did the unforgiveable, (left town and didn't call) Pauline took Beyonce's advice to all tha Single Ladies and hit the town for a new man. And when he came back, a-beggin' for her booty, he was quite rightfully denied.

30 years later, Pauline's apparently unfazed by the photo release, thereby stimulating rumours of her involvement in the exposure.

Either that or she's secretly rather chuffed that the first glimpse Australia (well, other than David Oldfield and a handful of other lovers) has had of her naked body was when it was at its 19 year old peak.

Ms Hanson, just don't give us an update.