It's easy to come up with a list of a few things a movie about Elizabeth Taylor-Richard Burton should do. "Liz and Dick" does absolutely none of these things. All it really does is make you sad about what's become of Lindsay Lohan.
I was visiting the magical town of Puerto Vallarta with a group of happy, devil-may-care, let's throw caution to the wind, fellow travelers who somehow coerced me into going along with this madcap plan.
Very interesting piece in a New York tabloid the other day, attempting to explain why Janet Jackson, who always tried to keep herself above and away from her wildly dysfunctional family, became embroiled in the matter of overturning Michael's will.
This was a petite woman who carried these exceptionally large jewels as if they were made for her. Some were. But most had legends of their own. Seeing them today behind plexi boxes, I was actually still a little gaga.
It's All About the Dress is absolutely delicious, an I-can't-believe-I'm-reading-it-but-I-can't-put-it-down romp of a book, full of celebrity dish, unexpectedly sage advice and a batch of toothsome recipes.