Oh, Hollywood. It’s so hard to tell whether Amy Schumer is being genuinely supportive of Anne Hathaway, front runner for the live-action Barbie movie set to hit theaters June 29, 2018, or else there’s something a little, err, plastic in her response.
Just when you thought the film industry couldn’t possibly eek anything more out of J.R.R. Tolkien or his epic tales, Finnish director Dome Karukoski will breathe new life into the famed, fantastical scribe by way of a big-screen biopic detailing Tolkien’s formative years as an orphaned youth.
Julia Stiles is like a bad-ass cherub. Intelligent, bold, classically beautiful and the star of our favorite 2000s rom coms alongside the most swoon-worthy guys—Freddie Prinze Jr., the late Heath Ledger, Sean Patrick Thomas. Yet somehow, while she sashayed and angst-ed her way through high school as the object of
I didn’t go to Gwyneth Paltrow’s In Goop Health event in Culver City, CA this past Saturday. I didn’t even contemplate dropping the $500 (or at its most vegan-ly indulgent, $1,500) required to attend. To be honest, I’m still recovering from her first cookbook’s blatant impracticality, discovered years ago as
There’s nothing wrong with being basic. Yeah, you might buy hand-sewn day planners on Etsy, dress your tiny dog in seasonally appropriate attire, take selfies with the pig-eared Snapchat filter because your eyes look awesome then caption the pic something self-effacing like, “Can’t believe it’s raining today. #Haircut.” So what?
I’ve long thought that if you’re going to attend a wine festival wearing a shirt that says “Fifty Shades of Grape” then yes, of course I’d want to ask you questions about your wine. (And also how you got to be so awesome and also if the shirt comes in
To be honest, Iron Chef America always seemed more like a bad ’80s Japanese action movie with zero gory fight scenes than it did a fiercely competitive cooking show but nevertheless, I’m pretty stoked for its Food Network return on April 16, 9 p.m. ET/PT. Hosted by the incomparable Alton Brown, Iron
Irrelevance—like its more evil and twisted stepsister, irreverence—is a term not often price-tagged to the present of love. But in a recent story published by Man Repeller’s Amelia Diamond, the word is affixed to that very topic, more specifically to the idea of love’s most debilitating strain: amore unrequitedare (or something Latin-sounding
Pictured: Bernhard, Brian A. Without Limits Mural. A variety of paint media on concrete wall, 11’ X 15′. It started with a tweet—him to me, me to him? Something in between? Who knows!—and ended with this: An exchange of ideas by two people who’ve never met before. But sometimes you
On the eve eve of a brand-new year, I thought it might be kind of cool/sweet/fun/weird to take a look back at the top 10 posts on littlewordstudio.com in 2016. (My conclusion after perusing the list: You guys are all about J.K. Rowling, Disney movies and food, so yes, I’m