In Sex and the City, you all fell in love while watching Sara Jessica Parker star as Carrie Bradshaw. Carrie Bradshaw led the dreams along with disappointments that every unmarried, hardworking, fashion-obsessed female has lived.

Sara Jessica Parker Star as Carrie Bradshaw

Sara Jessica Parker - Fashion-Obsessed Female

In real life, Sarah Jessica Parker is married to Matthew Broderick and is a mother to a baby boy. If you like the way Sarah Jessica Parker does her make up, then this article is for you. Within this article, we are going to include some tips for you to have your make up look like Sarah Jessica Parker’s.

Sarah Jessica Praker and Matthew Broderick

Sarah Jessica Parker’s Make Up

Sarah Jessica Parker’s Daily Make Up

The first technique we must tell you is to start clean. Your face should be lightly moisturized and clean before you apply your make up. If you are over 40, then you should look into microdermabrasion facials. The microdermbrasion facials will be polishing away the surface debris that are found on your face. In order to get that Sarah Jessica Parker Make Up look, you should start by putting on colored cream shadow that is lilac colored. Make sure you put this eye shadow on your entire lids. You can do this with the tips of your finger.

Sarah Jessica Parker’s Microdermbrasion Facials

Next, you will need a shadow brush that is rounded and layer over the base color a healthy lilac color. Find a pencil liner that is black in color and has been freshly sharpened and make a think line across the entire part of the upper lash line. Don’t draw the line, just dot across the top of your eyelids, in a connect the dots approach, without smudging.

Sarah Jessica Parker’s Parfume Covet

2009: Plastic Surgery Gets a Dose of Reality (television that is)

If you're a sucker for reality TV (like me), then VH1 is the channel to watch in January. With the premier of shows like Charm School Reunion Show, I Love Money 2, Rock of Love Bus, and Celebrity Rehab's Sober House, what's not to love? It isn't just the cat fights and love triangles that keep me glued; some of VH1's reality stars may have gone under the knife and keep me guessing.

Speaking of cat fights, Megan Hauserman from Rock of Love 2, I Love Money and Rock of Love Charm School is allegedly manipulative enough to provoke the Prince of Darkness' wife, Sharon Osbourne, into having a fight on national television. We'll have to wait and see on the (you guessed it) Rock of Love Charm School Reunion Show set to air in the beginning of January. (Read full story here). What's next--Rock of Love: The Golden Years? (Believe me, I would probably get hooked on that show too!) Megan Hauserman is not only the Rock of Love villain, and a Playboy model, but may also be the proud owner of breast implants (though nothing can be confirmed). Keep your eye on the blonde bombshell, as rumors report that casting has begun for Megan's looking-for-love reality show Trophy Wife.

You may have seen her on Real Chance of Love, and you will see her again in January on I Love Money 2. California-based make-up artist Chrstine, better known as Cali, may have undergone plastic surgery. It appears as though she may have had a breast augmentation and may have had a dermal filler like Juvederm injected into her lips to give them a fuller appearance. Look for her as Real Chance of Love wraps up next week and I Love Money 2 begins in January.

Poison front-man, Bret Michaels is looking for love yet again in Rock of Love Bus. Taking his show on the road isn't the only fresh twist--perhaps Mr. Michaels has undergone some cosmetic procedures. At forty-five years of age, Bret's face looks very firm and youthful. It could be the result of a great make-up artist and impeccable airbrushing but these features may indicate that Bret has had injectables like Juvederm or Restylane to fill lines, and may have had Botox injected into his crow's feet and glabella (space between the eyebrows) to keep him looking smooth. Good luck, Bret--hopefully this third time will be a charm.

You may know Mary Carey as the adult film star from Celebrity Rehab. Most know her as the adult film star that made headlines when she ran against Arnold Schwarzenegger in the race to become the governor of California. Though the Governator won California over, Mary Carey continues to make headlines as she puts her recently removed breast implants, up for auction on Ebay. According to Reuters she plans on donating 90% of the proceeds to the Susan G. Komen Breast Cancer Foundation. Catch her January 15, 2009 in Celebrity Rehab's Sober House.

Have a fantastic New Year and enjoy the shows!!

booked.

Another collection of classy covers from the Unwell paperback collection.

Enjoy!

"Hey! Watch where you're putting your hands!"




Bites?....sucks more like.




Next up, Ms. Marple takes on Josef Fritzl.




Well that's one way of separating conjoined twins.



I really don't have the words
(but possibly the cash to buy the film rights).




What's more terrifying, a spooky skeleton spinning
a giant match or that pube like perm?




Beware the shoddily drawn beast in the garage!




"Laugh now!"




Water shit down.




Now this is just wrong (and coming from
me that must tell you something).

the return of bruno.

It's been a great couple of weeks for unearthing lost treasures, not only did I acquire the toptastic Star Odyssey but I finally got my mitts on the English dub versions of the late, great(ish) Bruno (he of Zombie Creeping Flesh fame) Mattei's final two movies.

Who says I'm not easily pleased?

First up prepare to visit the.....

Island of the Living Dead (AKA L'Isola dei morti viventi. 2006)
Dir: Bruno Mattei (as Vincent Dawn)
Cast: Yvette Yzon, Franco Miguel, James L. Gaines Sr, Ronald Russo, Ydalia Suarez, Alvin Anson, Gary King Roberts, Curtis Carter and Thomas Wallwort.

Many years ago on a mysterious Spanish ruled island a group of (strangely Filipino looking) Conquistadors are having a wee bit of bother with the witch doctor and his chums.

You see, it seems that as soon as a member of the party/locals/traveling salesmen and the like dies they immediately come back to live as pasty faced angry zombie/vampire/general undead things.

The forts soldiers are having the worst of it tho', seeing as they've got the incredibly monotonous job of piling the corpses onto the back of a wagon just to see them re-animate and wander off again.

Slightly annoyed by this turn of events, the islands captain decides it'd be much easier to shoot them in the head and set fire to them. Which would be great if one of his overzealous pals hadn't decided to torch the curtains too.

Confused whether to be more afraid of the undead hordes outside or the chance of burning to death the entire garrison of terrorized soldiers flee....running straight into a band of sword wielding, undead pirates.

Is your hair all you let down when you have a drink?

Meanwhile, back in 'the modern times' the good ship Dark Star (a very expensive salvage/research vessel cunningly disguised as an old tug) and it's hearty crew are busy combing the ocean floor for treasure.

And just as they're about to give up and go home for tea the team's pocket sized scientist Sharon (yumsome Yvette Yzon) announces that sees located a huge treasure chest full of loot.

All is going swimmingly until the crew begin to raise the chest and pop it on board. After a flying start the bottom drops out causing all the gold and glittery stuff to go cascading back into the sea.

Discouraged and a little disheartened, they decide to crack open a beer and break out the Pringles before heading home, but there's even more bad luck on the horizon....a spooky mist envelops the vessel forcing it to run aground on a mysterious, uncharted island.

The ships drink sozzled captain, the unfortunately named Kirk (the gone to seed David McCallum lookalike that is Sir Ronald of Russo), decides that they'd better explore whilst Max the bubble permed engineer (Wallwort) stays on board to drink Lilt and shout at the engines.

I wouldn't want that swimming

up my arse....but then again...

Arriving on a deserted beach the crew decide to split up and explore. Sexy Sharon, tubby George Galloway wannabe Mark (Roberts) plus the hulking, bleached blond (and oh so slightly fey) Tao (Miguel) will go and search for food and water, whilst the ever more tipsy Captain Kirk, cool guy Fred (Anson, looking like the long lost son of Erik Estrada), shouty and permanently pre-menstrual Victoria (pouting, poppy eyed popstrel Suarez) and superbad mo-fo Snoopy (Gaines) go looking for other stuff.

Making their way thru' the thick jungle vegetation (oh OK then, a local kiddies adventure playground) Sharon and co. stumble across an old an old cemetery (as well as their dialogue) shrouded in the same ghostly fog that enveloped the ship before it ran aground...and slowly lurching out of the mist towards them is a shambling figure that may have once been a man....

"Aaarrgghhh...this isn't what I meant

by taking me up the casino!"

Sharon, ever the helpful one, decides to stand perfectly still till the approaching putrefying tramp gets close enough to grapple her to the ground (perhaps she likes a bit of rough?) thus giving Mark ample time to trip over a gravestone and scream for help.

Luckily Tao is a champion kick boxer who's been itching for a fight since they arrived on the island, so he's more than happy to jump in and fight the undead groper whilst his two colleagues leg it to safety and leave him to get bitten to death.

Friends eh?

Elsewhere on the island, captain Kirk (I'm sorry, but it makes me laugh just typing it) and his merry band have discovered the overgrown ruins of the Spanish outpost.

Taking tentative steps into the dark, dank interior, Fred manages to go crashing thru the floor and end up in a torture chamber (as one does) full of joke shop skeletons and pound shop candles.

The room also contains a mysterious book, bound in pigs ear and inked in Crayola. Kirk, showing off reads a few pages, pointing at the illustrations and making animal noises as he goes.

it appears that the book is about the dead coming back to life and devouring the living...

Been done, hasn't it?

Beware the binmen!

Back on board the boat, Max is onto his twelfth can of pop and passing gas like a steam engine as his vain attempts to repair the engines by rubbing them whilst shouting abuse at anyone within earshot (i.e. himself mainly) comes to nothing.

Hearing a banging on deck as well as noticing a faint whiff of cabbage mixed with stale urine he assumes that Kirk has come back to check up on his progress, so as you would imagine, Max is rather surprised when a gaggle of undead Spaniards start tottering down the engine room steps toward him licking their stringy lips in anticipation.

Understandibly he begins to panic and, whilsy attempting to escape accidentally hits the 'blow the ship up' lever.

"Ron Resrie!"

The resulting explosion brings everyone running back to the shore just in time to see what looks like a giant paper replica of the Dark Star sink slowly beneath the waves, leaving the brave crew trapped on a zombie infested island as night draws in.

Kirk and co. must find a safe haven for the night if they're to survive on this mysterious, undead filled island.....

"Raugh Row!"

Whilst most directors gave up on the zombie horror genre after the bubble burst in the late eighties, Mattei decided to soldier on, hoping to top his magnum opus Zombie Creeping Flesh.

This dream took him from his native homeland of Italy to the temperate jungles of the Philippines via the guerrilla realm of digital video technology.

And the results were well worth the plane fees.

With it's wafer thin plot, copious amounts of stock footage and rough edged special effects, Island of the Living Dead resurrects the golden age of the shlock horror zombie genre, dragging it kicking and screaming into the digital age.

And it seems nothing has changed except the ethnicity of the actors involved.

But trust me, dear reader when I tell you that this is, in fact, a good thing.

Yzon: you would. Twice.

Featuring zombies mixed with an ample helping of vampirism, Voodoo and a snatch of flamenco dancing, Mattei bravely sticks to what he does best, which of course is churning out no-budget horror 'epics' whose plots are straining to hold out with the miniscule budgets involved.

Which goes to prove once and for all that God does indeed love a tryer.

The cast (and Yvette Yzon's breasts, barely controlled by the thin
orange t shirt restraining them) ham it up for the camera.

Worth a looksie for the first appearance of latter day Mattei muse Yvette Yzon (star of the sequel Zombies: The Beginning and Anima Persa) alone, Island of the Living Dead is an off coloured, moss stained gem of a movie, worthy of a place in the tarnished crown of Italian undead epics.

Unless you've been force fed a diet of Zac Snyder/Rob Zombie remakes when frankly you shouldn't even be wasting my time reading this.

Go on, treat yourself today.

from me to you.

What Would Whitney Do?

On April 5, 2008, not only did many celebrities come out to support Muhammad Ali's Celebrity Fight Night XIV, but so did Whitney's new girls. In case you didn't know, Celebrity Fight Night is recognized as one of the nation's elite charity events and is a star-studded evening presented in honor of the featured guest, Muhammad Ali. Celebrities and professional athletes from all over the country participate in a night filled with incredible live auction items and musical performances by many of today's brightest stars. Whitney Houston was spotted in a beautiful red gown that was low cut, showing off her newest assets. It looks like she has had breast augmentation and looking at their somewhat unnatural, round appearance from the photos, perhaps placed over the muscle.

According to Makemeheal.com , Whitney’s breasts appear very "full and round" for a middle-aged woman, and are also a bit large for her small frame.
Somewhere between making her rather modest appearance in the 1980’s to the present, Whitney Houston appears to have upgraded with implants!

milly crestmouth!

Presenting my top five favourite Christmas albums.

YET AGAIN, I TRIUMPH OVER MALEVOLENT NATURE

You, dear reader, may have gathered by now that nature and I are not on the best of terms. Not that it has ever done anything all that dire to me. I have never been savaged by wild beasts - although a squirrel once nearly gave me a heart attack. Though my car has been dented by a rock slide - in Malibu Canyon - I have never had to try and swim for my life in an avalanche. I haven't died, yet, of exposure, dehydration, drowning, hypo- or hyper-thermia, starvation, falling from a great height, or altitude sickness (like my Cousin Ruth did) or any number of the multitude of other means by which nature is capable of bringing on my - or your - untimely demise.

In large part that is because I do not tempt fate. We have a mutual understanding, nature and I; for the most part I leave it alone, and it leaves me alone. Sometimes, in the guise of raccoons, it comes to my kitchen door begging for scraps. And sometimes I have been known to buy it off with offerings of cat kibble and water.

But, unlike my macha, woodsy girlfriend Eva who enjoys such risky behavior as snow camping - (Some relationship advice to all of those out there who are considering entering into relationships: it is best to avoid sharing all of your interests. It is far healthier for each of you to have some interests you can indulge with friends other than your mate.) - I am generally content to view nature out the window of my heated abode, where it belongs.

That said, we recently spent three days in Zion National Park. It had snowed there, but in spite of the fact that I have the same reaction to walking on snow that most people have to being in the vicinity of fingernails on a blackboard, we went hiking every day. Afterwards we retreated to the warmth and comfort of a well appointed cabin, complete with a gas fire, hot water and a bottle of good whisky.

And it was beautiful, as evidenced by the photos below:



Then we left Zion and drove to Tucson. Past some buffalo who were reasonably picturesque, ending up where there isn't any snow, but there are colorful cacti and trees. Tomorrow I shall head home where I will indulge myself in my two favorite Xmas traditions: Xmas Eve dinner of garlicky roast pork, black rice and beans at the house of a Cuban friend of mine where I will probably be the only straight man in attendance. And Xmas Day Chinese lunch and a movie matinee. Oh Boy!

Eva the girlfriend shall celebrate the holidays elsewhere, outdoors mostly, in the snow; indoors occasionally, engaging in yoga. I am very happy for her.