Choupette under attack!
Princess Diana is haunting Kristen Stewart.
Ciao, ciao, ciao, bellas!
I’ve returned to the fashion fray once again. I’m back in the full swing of my life post sickness and post blizzard and it feels great. I’m hot pilates-ing, I’m cold plunging, I’m partaking in long, pointless walks with Fran so she can shove her snoot into the icy powder and scramble atop every snow mountain she can find:
Speaking of my familiar, I got a new tattoo this week in dedication to my sweet pet from Mary Black who is rad and I highly recommend if you’re looking for fine line work and traditional tattoos. I got a classic heart and banner with my dog’s full government name “Francis” emblazoned across it and something about this body art decision feels fated as the same day I got it I learned that Brooklyn Beckham had gotten is own traditional banner tattoo — an anchor that proclaimed “DAD” — covered up in a way that, in my opinion, actually draws way more attention to the fact that it says “DAD.” But in any case, further evidence that the Beckham-Peltzs and I are cosmically aligned.
Afterwards, I headed to a coffee shop to take a telephonic work meeting like the true freelancer gal about town that I am as I’m beginning to hash out the details of a couple of Mess Live events that are going to knock your little socks off! Stay tuned!!! I was then joined at said cafe by friend of the letter Nicstalgia by Nicole Tremaglio to talk shit and talk shop about the state of our lives and careers, and I am inspired anew by the many avenues through which I can bring you all even more of my unsettling fashion opinions.
We’ve got a new episode of Mess World out today that I think is going to tickle your fancy. If only to hear my furious tirade at Ryan Murphy over his lack of incel knowledge and attempts to make the public believe that Anthony Ramos with an eye patch is not insanely hot (still need his Chelsea boots btw if anyone has sourced those!):
I was on the new episode of the Work podcast where I gave a quick rundown on my entire career and the state of celebrity:
And I did a legendary (if I do say so myself!) Grammys roundup for my favs over at i-D. Even if you don’t care to read it for some unfathomable reason, please go over there and drop a like or a comment as you know we must maintain Mess supremacy on this platform by any means necessary:
Given the onslaught of content I’ve already delivered unto you this week, today’s edition of the newsletter is for my trusted paid readers only. Behind the paywall you’ll receive all the Grammys fits that weren’t up to i-D snuff, including my REAL selection for best-dressed of the night, the latest celeb with jewelry made from their own bones, and a new Mess Muse that is about to give Julia Fox a serious run for her money.
And if that’s not enough to tempt you over to the paid side, either next week or the week after I’m going to officially release the MANY screenshots I have of celebs behaving poorly on the Mess Instagram account. There is also a Tyra Banks’s Smize magazine recap forthcoming and a Mess Flix recap of the seminal couture film, Who Are You, Polly Maggoo? So MUCH to look forward to, my faithful Messketeers!!! Hope to see you all there!
To begin, I wanted to quickly share this product that many of you have sent me on social media and in private messages — Hara’s “real bush g-string.” I think this is a fantastic way to introduce a touch of pubic hair into the conversation without going full merkin, proffering it as the next frontier of our erotic imagination. At the very least, I can’t believe we haven’t seen more people dabble in this type of peek-a-mons situation whether full-bushed or bare. Just imagine how powerful a single pubic cutout would be on an otherwise totally covered up gown!?
Now, let’s dig even deeper into the red carpet muck of the Grammys…
