Here's Paul Mescal at the Gucci show during Men's Fashion Week in Milan. I like me some Mescal but his outfits are always too silly for my tastes. GREAT legs, though! Call me!
Greetings music lovers, and welcome to another edition of Manor Music Monday, this entry being, I hope, a brassy antidote to the mess that has become The Met Ball, or the East Coast's most famous Jerk Parade, tonight with Extra Jerk and Tupperware Titays (with apologies to dearly departed Tupperware). Can anything work to counter this gory dumpster fire of tacky, mess and blurgh? DJ Li'l Scratch believes so, and tonight at the Manor's exclusive after hours club, "Huh? Wha? I'll Have That With Sloppy Oral," he'll by spinning delicious tunes by a brassy singer you're guaranteed to be delighted by. Yes, it's Miss Toni Fisher, a performer who's giving us serious "growl, snarl, snap" above. Don't mess with Miss Toni amirite? Her time in the spotlight was brief. She was a Hollywood nightclub singer for only five years, recorded just one LP - 1960's "The Big Hurt" - and scored only two Top 40 hits, the first one being ...
I thought for sure this beaut was a Ford Fairlane, but apparently it's a 1957 Ford Tudor Sedan. But whatever it's called, it's gorgeous! A s always, please note my exceptionally professional job of obscuring the license plate. In '57 there was a lot of great shows on tv, and some terrific movies too. For my money, "Witness For The Prosecution" is the most fun, suspenseful and ultimately satisfying 116 minutes you could spend in a theater that year (that ENDING!). Also, if your mom was driving you to elementary school or picking you up after, it's very likely you heard this song, and you could also see it on Ed Sullivan that year: So wake up, little Susie (and Sammie), wake up--after all, it's Open Post, darlings! Photo Credits: AK
Listen, I'm not saying these assassination attempts on 47 are faker than his burnt Turkish apricot tan, but I've seen more convincing death scenes in a rural Arkansas high school’s production of Romeo and Juliet. They couldn’t even get hired to wear a Goofy suit at Disney World because they are so unconvincing. The facts don’t add up. Their performances are so lazy that the effort to hard sell these narratives only works on the feverish indoctrinated cult members. You need MAGA atrophied brain matter to not give yourself a concussion with eye rolls. Let’s break this down because it is too much. They are doing too much. The Butler Rally: A Masterclass in Melodramatic Timing Let's start with the pièce de résistance: Butler, Pennsylvania, July 13, 2024. We are to believe that a 20-year-old with a rifle can climb onto a rooftop 400 feet from a former president during a campaign rally, and no one notices until he starts shooting. Yes, some guy just gets up on a rooftop with ge...
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