CBS News Logo Kanye West’s fashion show draws sweaty crowds to Roosevelt Island

NEW YORK -- In sweltering heat, set to a slow, morose soundtrack, Kanye West debuted the fourth season of his Yeezy collection for Adidas at a park memorializing Franklin D. Roosevelt’s famous four freedoms: of speech and worship, from want and fear. Helping to kick off New York Fashion Week, West lured the fashion crowd, along with wife Kim Kardashian and two of her famous sisters, Kendall and Kylie Jenner, to Roosevelt Island just off Manhattan on Wednesday. $3 million missing in jewels from Drake tour bus found There, “multicultural” models, per his criticized casting call over the long holiday weekend, stood under a blazing sun as they greeted sweaty guests in beige and black leotards, bodysuits and other clingy, revealing foundation garments. Some were thonged. Some were two pieced and under-boobed. Some were non-distinct. The invited sought refuge under the few trees available once the hour-long show finally began at Franklin D. Roosevelt Four Freedoms Park near a crumbling, long-abandoned hospital for smallpox patients and featuring white monuments to Roosevelt’s 1941 “four freedoms” state of the union address. The rapper used a triangular grassy knoll for the show. A handful of more than 100 models hired for the marathon afternoon (as opposed to fashion shows that usually take 10 minutes or so) just plain sat down in the grass where they stood barefoot, felled by sizzling temperatures and walking once or twice to a box of bottled water set up at the front just for them. MTV VMAs 2016: Kanye West brings up Taylor Swift feud in lengthy speech Music by performance artist Vanessa Beecroft heralded more models who actually walked, on a white runway that rimmed the knoll in thigh-high boots, including one poor soul whose stiletto-heeled pair weren’t strong enough to hold her, forcing a sad wobble in her step. The clothes the walkers wore were simple, loose fleece hooded looks, white dresses and fall zip Continue Reading

Katy Perry And The New Rules Of Pop

Performances Facebook Twitter Flipboard Email Stagecraft does not come naturally to Katy Perry. She does very well by candy-colored fever-dream videos; shooting whipped cream from her cupcake boobs, throwing cartoonishly out-of-control neon-'80s ragers and becoming a B-movie jungle queen all fall quite comfortably within her skill set. Live performance, though, is a different matter. As the musical guest this past weekend on Saturday Night Live, Perry previewed her upcoming album, and "Walking On Air" put her limitations as a performer (rather than as a singer) on full display. Her dancing seemed both rudimentary and tentative, and the most dramatic bit of stage business — involving a flowing bolt of gossamer wrapping the singer —was largely something that was happening to her, not something that she herself was driving. Much like Perry's performance of "Roar," where her band wore animal costumes as she bopped along in skimpy (though not quite immodest) leopard print, it was designed for maximum spectacle, all the better to be seen from the cheap seats of the arenas she performs in. This is the name of the game now, even with pop stars who aren't very good at it. You might be tempted to wonder why she even bothers with dancing and costumes if they don't particularly flatter her. But whether on-stage flash reflects well on her or not, Perry has to do it anyway, because much as elaborate music videos were once all but required in order to survive in the pop marketplace of the MTV era, it's just how it's done. It's no longer enough for pop singers to simply stand and sing. Lady Gaga has her Gagaisms. Pink does literal acrobatics. One Direction's choreography is sort of there to prove that One Direction shouldn't really bother with choreography, but they still do it. Just about everybody brings dancers on tour and television with them. Even pop stars whose images are built around being down-to-earth musicians aren't immune. Taylor Swift Continue Reading

‘Scream Queens’: Fresh hell

Scream Queens I’m sorry, is that a cape? Are you wearing a cape, Chanel? ©2015 Fox Broadcasting Co. Cr: Steve Dietl/FOX. Let’s go back in time to the unimaginably distant 1995. (I mean, are there people even alive who can remember 1995??!?) Kappa Kappa Tau are hosting, like, a totally rad party when one of the sisters comes downstairs, hands covered in blood, and tells her other, blonder sisters that something really bad just happened. They follow her upstairs to discover that another one of their brunette pledges has given birth in a fabulous stand-alone bathtub, and they. are. livid. WHO SAID SHE COULD HAVE A BABY TONIGHT? Baby Mama apologizes, and promises that if she could just have a Gatorade, she could probably get to the front door by herself. But they don’t want her post-partuming all over their like totally rad party, so they order her to stay upstairs until they can enjoy themselves some TLC’s “Waterfalls,” because everybody loves TLC’s “Waterfalls.” TLC’s “Waterfalls” is everybody’s jam, true fact. After getting their TLC’s “Waterfalls” on, the sisters return upstairs to discover that Baby Mama is now dead. What we do is fast-forward 20 years to the present, where Kappa Kappa Tau is ruled by the manicured iron fist of one Chanel Oberlin. She is attended by her three minions: Ariana Grande, Chanel #3 and Chanel #5  (Chanel #4 contracted meningitis and died) (OR DID SHE?). Chanel is the type of sorority nightmare who calls the maid, poor Mrs. Bean, “White Mammy” and asks her what she knows about “birthin’ babies,” berates her sisters, and asks the Dean of the university if she likes to “munch box” because her last name is “Munsch.” She’s a delight. The Dean, who was just recently promoted to her position, however, takes a dim view of the Greek system in Continue Reading

How Kim Kardashian Pushed The Boundaries Of Celebrity Pregnancy

An excerpt from Anne Helen Petersen's Too Fat, Too Slutty, Too Loud: The Rise and Reign of the Unruly Woman. There’s a picture of Kim Kardashian in a color-​­blocked black-and-white dress from February 21, 2013 — about five months into her first pregnancy. Her “bump,” as pregnant bellies have come to be called in the mainstream media, is visible, as are her white pumps, red lipstick, black wrist cuff, and perfectly made‑up face. It’s a look that E! News called “absolutely stunning.” But there was another photo from that same appearance — taken from the side as Kardashian turns her head back, presumably at the beckoning of one of the paparazzi who, at that point, were tracking her every pregnant move.This image is cropped closer, ending before the hem of her dress; her legs aren’t visible, nor is the overall silhouette of the look — just black-and-white fabric hugging the growing curves that helped establish Kardashian’s famous, and incredibly lucrative, celebrity brand. That image was paired with a picture of a killer whale, whose black-and-white color scheme echoed the color-​­blocking of Kardashian’s dress, and the caption “Who Wore It Best?” The photo circulated swiftly across the Internet, but it didn’t stop there: Star magazine put it on its cover, along with the headlines “65‑lb Weight Gain!” “Binges on Pasta, Cake and Ice Cream!” and “Kim’s Pregnant Nightmare!” The photo wasn’t the first image of the pregnant Kardashian, but it became the indelible one, encapsulating all that was “wrong” with her pregnancy: her weight gain (not cute) and her strategy for clothing it (not appropriate). From that point forward, the already Kardashian-​­frenzied paparazzi went into over‑drive. The ultimate prize wasn’t just a picture of Kim, but one of Kim eating, Kim Continue Reading

Chloë Grace Moretz says she wanted lots of plastic surgery at 16

Young starlet Chloë Grace Moretz could have looked a lot different if she followed her wild teen desires. The "Kick Ass" star confessed she bizarrely wanted to go under the knife several times when she was only 16. "When I was 16 I wanted a boob job. I wanted the fat pad under my chin to be removed," she admitted to Elle magazine, in a story published Thursday. But, that wasn't all the now 19-year-old wanted to enhance. "I wanted a butt reduction, or whatever," she continued. A wiser Moretz said she's now thankful her mom axed her plastic surgery ambitions. "My mom said, 'Absolutely not, you're not allowed to have plastic surgery.' And because of that, I found a lot of power within my insecurities," she explained to the magazine. On bad days when she battles normal body image issues, the actress says her boyfriend, Brooklyn Beckham, helps lift her spirits. "Don't get me wrong, I don't need a man for anything, but when I'm feeling bad about myself, he's like, 'Stop. Look at what you say in interviews. Look at what you stand for," she recalled. Moretz, who went public last month with her romance to Victoria and David Beckham's oldest son, said her beau reminds her of her beauty on and off the red carpet. "It's nice to have a young man who's 17 years old be able to look at a woman that way. I think it means we're on the right track," she added. The former child star took another swing at girl squads as she discussed female empowerment — cementing her known disdain for Taylor Swift's infamous gaggle of girlfriends. Instead, the actress is besties with pop star Meghan Trainor and explained they connect because they "hate the system." "We hate the BS. We sit there and we're like, 'We're stupid. We're ridiculous. Let's show all the girls out there that none of this is real, and you should just have fun," she continued. Continue Reading

STASI: Eliot Spitzer’s latest hooker tale shouldn’t be believed

He rents hookers more often than other men rent cars. He lies about paying for it in inverse proportion to the way other men lie about hitting it. He disgraces his family with the ease of Anthony Weiner on Twitter. He was the high-flying bulldozing Steamroller who was really a lowlife sleazebag bulls--ter. ELIOT SPITZER'S ALLEGED VICTIM ACCUSED ANOTHER MAN OF ASSAULT And he’s at it again with the voraciousness of Charlie Sheen on crack. He is Eliot Spitzer, the prosecutor who hid the fact that he was a prostitution playah/payer, the disgraced ex-governor who shamelessly ran for controller even though his monetary experience seemed to extend only as far as hitting check cashing joints so he could hit it with dames like Ashley Dupré. Now Client No. 9, the repulsive recidivist, is in it up to his receding hairline, once more expecting the people who once trusted him to trust him that the Russian hooker named Svetlana Travis (seriously?) is telling the truth now. CALL GIRL ALLEGES SPITZER TOOK VIOLENT FANTASY TOO FAR Spit fully believes we little people are all so stupid we’ll believe he only went to a $1,000 bucks-a-night Plaza Hotel suite because he wanted to comfort Svetlana. He wants us to buy her second story, which is unlike her first to the police, that he only ended up choking her to save her from harming herself and that the cuts on her arm were from her attempt to commit suicide by cutting her wrists, but were on up on her arm. No wonder she gets $5,000-a-night: she’s got wrists on her elbows, truly a specialty act. What would he do if he’d wanted to save her from jumping out the window — open it and shove hard? Russian hooker Svetlana Travis (l.) and Ashley Dupre, who brought down then-Gov. Eliot Spitzer in 2008. Worse, why was Svetlana supposedly depressed in the first place? Get this: Because she was going back Continue Reading

Kaley Cuoco slams reports she got a nose job, explains to fans why she underwent sinus surgery

Haters can turn their nose up at Kaley Cuoco's recent surgery — but she doesn't care. The 29-year-old "Big Bang Theory" actress took to Instagram Monday to share a snap from inside the hospital after undergoing sinus surgery to slam the haters that accused her of getting cosmetic surgery on her nose. "For those haters out there who are gonna hate hate hate no matter what, let me inform you that I have not been able to breath (sic) through my nose like a normal human being in years," she captioned the photo, using a line from Taylor Swift's mega-hit "Shake It Off." "This surgery is changing my life. With that being said, if I DID get a nose job, (which I didn't) I would be shouting that from the rooftops as well." Cuoco cleary has no problem discussing plastic surgery as she just spoke out in the Febraury issue of Redbook about getting breast implants. "I had no boobs! And it really was the best thing ever! I always felt ill-proportioned. My implants made me feel more confident in my body. It wasn't about trying to be a porn star or wanting to look hot and sexy," she said. Cuoco also opened up to the mag about her hubby, Ryan Sweeting, who she wed nearly a year ago on New Year's Eve. "I cook for Ryan five nights a week: It makes me feel like a housewife; I love that. I know it sounds old-fashioned, but I like the idea of women taking care of their men. I'm so in control of my work that I like coming home and serving him. My mom was like that, so I think it kind of rubbed off." She also let her social media followers know that Sweeting is taking good care of her post-operation. "Thank you to my amazing husband and sweet dogs for watching over me," she captioned another photo of her recovering. On a mobile device? Click here to watch the video. Continue Reading

Newsstand Junkie: A steady diet of bikinis worn by celebs Kim Kardashian and Lauren Conrad

We've been reading swimsuitdiet stories all spring — and now that summer is here, the mags are kicking it up a notch. Almost half of Us Weekly is hot bodies and tips. Life & Style uses pictures of flabby-looking Mariah and Beyoncé to explain why some celebs are in a "Bikini PANIC!" OK! gives us "BOOB JOBS, BOTOX & LIPO." (No, this is not a do-it-yourself piece.) Thank goodness for Star, which leaves the beach long enough to pour out the alleged details of Prince William's $40 million "WEDDING OF THE CENTURY." That's one place you won't see any bikinis. On to the 'zines! While her boyfriend, Matthew Williams, was back home in the U.S., Lady Gaga cozied up to Swedish hockey player Peter Forsberg. She invited him to her concert, then took him clubbing all night in what Life & Style says "sounds like the recipe for a real-life bad romance." Hey, she's borrowed fashion ideas from Madonna, now she's borrowing a boyfriend idea from Carrie Underwood. In Touch says Kris Jenner is "the stage mother from hell " and that she dictates every decision for daughters Kim, Khloe and Kourtney Kardashian. She runs their business ventures and picks their outfi ts and even, the mag suggests, steers their relationships. For instance, she supposedly wants Kourtney to get married to Scott Disick even though Kourtney is miserable, and wants Khloe to have a baby with Lamar Odom even though Khloe is only 25. Plus, Kris apparently forced Kim to hang out with Paris Hilton to get noticed, then ruined her relationship with Reggie Bush to keep her on the event circuit. The mag even solicits the following unwise quote from Bruce Jenner: "She started managing me when we got married. Kris said, ‘I'm going to run the whole show.' " I know someone who'll be signing a fresh non disclosure agreement before bed tonight. Open Us Weekly for one of my favorite tabloid tidbits: a time line! It tracks Lindsay Lohan's debauchery in Cannes. Day one: She arrives. Day two: She Continue Reading

‘The Receptionist’ works as office comedy

'The Receptionist.' Through Dec. 16, Manhattan Theatre Club, Stage 1, 131 W. 55th St. Tickets: $75; (212) 581-1212. Quit the giggling and listen up. That's the silent message that comes midway into Adam Bock's disarming dark comedy, "The Receptionist," now taking callers at Manhattan Theatre Club's Stage 1. Vaguely situated in the Northeast, it begins as a jokey office joyride about busybody Beverly (an adorably annoying Jayne Houdyshell) who answers the phones and makes a point of knowing the scoop about her co-workers. That includes the perky, pretty blond Lorraine Taylor (Kendra Kassebaum), who's an open book about her boyfriend trouble, and her boss, Mr. Raymond (Robert Foxworth). After a visit from Mr. Dart (Josh Charles) from company HQ, the play takes a sharp detour and heads off-road into rougher terrain. It becomes clear that this workplace (slickly designed by David Korins), like the one in Bock's last play, "The Thugs," is the scene of an unusual business. To say more would spoil things. Bock's small play - it runs just 70 swift minutes - touches on big issues about trust, knowing people, guilt by association and, most provocatively, the fact that even the lowest-level employee is part of an institution's mission - whether it's selling items or serving darker purposes. Joe Mantello's seamless staging and the flawless cast make Bock's tale a tart "Twilight Zone" episode for today's paranoid times. Somewhere, Rod Serling is smiling. Downtown, MCC Theater's sputtering comedy "Spain" rarely gives a reason to smile. In it, a woman (Annabella Sciorra) conjures a conquistador (Michael Aronov) and retreats into daydreams after her husband (Erik Jensen) leaves her for, she moans, "a slut with a boob job." Writer Jim Knable gets some mileage out of making us scratch our heads over what's real and what's not, but his last-minute reveal feels like a ripoff, and Sciorra is charmless. The star is outshone by idiosyncratic Veanne Cox, who Continue Reading