I never understood how the other lady became the most beautiful woman in the world…FP is owning India alone..she gotta be! …GORGEOUS !

I forget what Magazine I was looking at when I saw this Ad…T-O should have stuck with this one…baaad.

so I seen @terrellowens ex Felisha Terrell looking sexy for that 901 Silver Tequila stuff Justin Timberlake pushing w/ The Martin Agency promo guidance… can’t front….(Jamie Foxx Voice) You Still Got It !

PHOTOGRAPHY BY FRANK W. OCKENFELS 3

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___INTERVIEW BY JACK BLACK____
Jack Black is nervous. Sitting across from the Tenacious D warbler, who gave Hendrix a run for his money in School of Rock, captured a giant gorilla in King Kong and kicked some serious Kung Fu rump as an animated panda, is the incandescent Rashida Jones. Daughter of Hollywood royals Quincy Jones and Peggy Lipton, Rashida has been fine-tuning her comedy chops on shows like The Office and Parks and Recreation while proving her big-screen appeal with supporting roles in Cop Out and I Love You, Man; she went to Harvard, she’s in David Fincher’s highly anticipated Facebook movie, she’s a goddess. Yes, Jack, you should be nervous. On a break from filming their feathery new chuckle-fest, The Big Year – it’s about a 365-day bird-watching contest – which also stars Steve Martin and Owen Wilson, the two funny people sat down for a catch-up. Nerves aside, Jack was ready to go all Woodward and Bernstein on Rashida with hard-hitting questions to unearth her geeky past, determine the quality of Ivy League weed and to establish, once and for all, whether nerds really make the best lovers. Be afraid, Rashida, be very afraid…

JACK BLACK—How are you?

RASHIDA JONES—I’m good, Jack, you?

JB—I’ve had a strange tightness in my left glute for weeks and I’m nervous, too, because I’m not a good interviewer. I have a little bit of the red light… what do you call that?

RJ—Red-light district?

JB—Red-light syndrome.

RJ—What’s that?

JB—It’s when you see a red light and you know the camera is rolling, so you… clench up.

RJ—Right. Your left glute tightens up.

_______On Music________________
JB—What about The Roots?

RJ—I love The Roots. I love anything that The Roots is involved with. They’re on that album.

JB—Who’s your favorite Root?

RJ—Questlove. That’s my homie.

JB—He is the smoothest.

RJ—He is. And if you want to know anything about comedy or music, nobody knows more.

JB—So, are you going to make babies?

RJ—Ummm… [Laughs] I have to have somebody to make babies with first.

JB—I’m going to say you should make babies because you’re awesome, and that’s the end of the interview!

_______On Sex________________
RJ—Sometimes my brain gets in the way of making decisions from the heart. Acting is all about heart and emotion and if you don’t have all these logical ideas, explanations and ties, you’re more likely to take more risks with the way you make things up, the way you imagine a character. You’re less concerned about how people are going to see you and what that means in the grander scheme. You’re not strategizing so you can be in the moment.

JB—Like, how they say big, dumb jocks are better at having sex because their brains don’t get in the way, they’re just like, “Raaarrrr!! Monkey!! Raaarrrr!”

RJ—Wait. I’m going to take issue with the fact you’re saying big, dumb jocks are better at having sex. They’re not better at having sex. I thought nerds were supposed to be better at having sex.

JB—Because they’re so desperate for physical contact, they go the extra mile?

RJ—Yeah. I think less popular people are probably better at sex because they’re savoring every moment. They want to make it good. They have every reason to make it good.

_______On Weed & Harvard_______________
JB—Was there any good weed at Harvard?

RJ—Think about it. Harvard is the best at everything. They’re not going to leave out drugs.

JB—Right. They were down in the laboratory making the best pot man had ever tasted.

RJ—Yes. Exactly. It was good.

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INTERVIEW BY JACK BLACK

Halle Berry in a Bikini on set of “Dark Tide” at Seal Island,South Africa

You’d think she sold her soul for looks…

Her beauty seems to have never taken a day off…

VIA TheYBF:” Zoe Saldana just shot her first campaign as a Calvin Klein model. She’s promoting the brand’s new femalee Envy line and is involved in one of the biggest launches in Calvin Klein history.”

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Just when you thought the Entourage dudes had it all, along comes red-hot Dania Ramirez. Time to slap on the SPF!

Go behind-the-scenes with http://www.Maxim.com to see our August cover shoot.

Some Turtles have all the luck. Besides the friendship of his bros and a limitless supply of baseball caps, Entourage’s resident chauffeur turned entrepreneur gets to smooch Dania Ramirez. Joining the pantheon of babes who have appeared on HBO’s smash over the years, this smokeshow already made our sexy sonar beep uncontrollably with turns in X-Men: The Last Stand, The Sopranos, and Heroes. Now that she’s in our living rooms every Sunday night, facing the week ahead is a lot easier. Pick up the August issue of Maxim on newsstands now.

Just like back in January or so…these joints were shot by Mert & Marcus.

I’m not offended, this is clearly nothing close to my spiritual beliefs. This is only pop culture x fashion.
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Bebe presents… Kristen Stewart X Flaunt Magazine Issue # 109 (The Fashion Issue) from The Confluence on Vimeo.

A chic behind-the-scenes look at Kristen Stewart’s photo shoot with Flaunt Magazine presented by Bebe. The video is a taste of what her interview with Flaunt will explore. She opens up about inner beauty, the responsibility she has resulting from her roll as Bella, in the famed “Twilight” and a clean horizon in her future.

Out of Focus: KRISTEN STEWART

The actress stars in a shocking new rock biopic, carving out a niche of respect after years of teenybopper fare.

written by Gregg LaGambina

The courtyard looks like a wedding cake. Take a pickaxe to all this swept marble and you’d hit yellow sponge made from eggs, milk, and margarine. Perfect triangles of evergreen leap from topiary tubs, fountains make chlorinated arcs into shallow pools emptied of even a single tossed penny. And there in the distance is our misplaced plastic bride, truant from the cake top, a few layers down, slouched against a cream-colored column in a sunlit archway, exhaling Camel smoke. She is looking at the ground and looking everywhere at the same time.

“I knew it was going to be you,” she says cryptically, raising her head and stamping out the cigarette.

To be Kristen Stewart takes antennae. Offset from the scant groupings of hotel guests and khaki-panted walkabouts slowly roaming the manicured grounds, Stewart is hiding badly. Even if she were not that girl from Twilight, she’d be that girl over there from who-knows-where, in black jeans and a gray t-shirt, smoking and glowering and trying very hard not to look anyone in the eyes. With her invisible province breached by my approaching footsteps, her guard eases only slightly after an introduction.

Seated now near a new tree planted in freshly combed dirt, a nervous waiter takes drink orders and scurries off, all of his body language mutely bellowing “I know who you are!” Stewart is talking about Sean Penn. She knows him. She appeared in his film Into the Wild a few years ago and she just bumped into him out in front of the building. She had said, “What’s up?” He half-smirked and said, “Haiti.” They tried to linger, to smoke and talk, but in a matter of minutes, shutters were clicking, some paparazzi had gathered, and the conversation was abruptly over.

Now, freshly agitated, Stewart’s entire aspect is animated by nuisance. She winces with pain, clutching at her neck. “I must’ve slept on it wrong. Every time I look over my shoulder, it kills.” (Regardless, she’ll persist to peer behind her every so often with an audible start, turning back around with a grimace.) Everything has conspired and aligned here perfectly this afternoon for Stewart to generously, and without pause, talk shit about whatever topic merits her ire. Fame is always a good place to begin.

“If I could go to work every day and not have to be followed around by fucking fifteen gangsters trying to take my picture, willing to do anything for one… It’s not normal,” she says. “It’s funny how in America fame is placed so fucking high—above wealth, above happiness, above everything. It’s so not true. And I knew that before [I was famous]. It was so obvious to me. I don’t know how people can’t see that from an outsider’s perspective. My perspective is the same: it’s exactly what I thought it would be.”

The waiter returns with iced tea and soda, apologizing for interrupting, but wanting to let us know that the kitchen will be closing soon and if we want anything cooked, now’s the time to say so. Stewart politely declines, moving ice cubes around in her glass with a clear plastic straw. The waiter disappears like mist.

The thing is, she’s not ranting. She’s not dour, mean-spirited, or even complaining. All of this is like describing the clouds, or the leaves on the trees. They are things that exist in the world and she is talking about them. She’ll soon be 20 years old. One film almost three years ago made her the most famous teenaged actress in America and people twice her age write blurbs saying she should smile more. Or wear different shoes. Or get a new haircut. And she’s right. It’s all very fucking stupid.

“It’s very aggressive, too,” she says. “If fame is the optimum, ultimate position you could ever imagine yourself in, then you would just be the luckiest person in the world. So, anything could happen to them and you shouldn’t care. Why would you care or feel bad about a famous person? They’re famous! I really appreciate everything in my life, but that’s not why I started acting.”

In the gulf between Twilights Two and Three, Stewart is attempting to loosen the vice grip of franchise-driven notoriety by playing serious roles in smaller films. It’s an oft-played strategy of the recently fan-swarmed, but it’s no more or less calculated than the mania surrounding her as Bella Swan. It can’t be planned. It’s all dumb luck. If anything, it’s the largesse of the vampire fiends who’ve unwittingly allowed these other films to get made and maybe even seen.
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