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Hudson’s emotional performance was one of several poignant moments during the telecast, including Alicia Keys and Bonnie Raitt paying tribute to the late Etta James and Amy Winehouse‘s parents accepting their daughter’s trophy with Tony Bennett for their duet, “Body and Soul.”

While Adele had to hitch a U-Haul to her limo to take home her six trophies, the Foo Fighters walked away with five including Best Rock Album for Wasting Light while Kanye West won four, including Best Rap Album for My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy and Best Rap Song for “All of the Lights.”

Last but certainly not least, one Ms. Diana Ross was honored with a Lifetime Achievement Award, her first Grammy after 800 years in the business. The supreme diva took to the stage in a cloud of hair at the end of the night to present Adele with her Album of the Year award. And while the show featured countless moments that would best be forgotten — I’m looking at you Katy Perry and Taylor Swift — the symbolic passing of the torch from Whitney to Jennifer and Ms. Ross to Adele made this a night to remember.

Check out the full list of winners here.

Triskaidekaphobia, the morbid fear of the number 13, has led to buildings without a thirteenth floor, airports without a 13th gate, a neverending film franchise and of course, the most notorious day of the year. For your Friday the 13th viewing terror, here are 13 style superstitions to heed and fear:

1. Crack a coke mirror, get 7 years of bad blow.

2. Cross a black catwalk, fall on the runway.

3. Naomi Campbell-walking under a ladder will bring several dirty looking pebbles to you in the night.

4. Botox a day keeps the wrinkles away.

5. Listening to Lady Gaga will make you gay — as will  one drunken time in college.

6. Step on her crack, Whitney Houston will break your motherf*cking back.

7. Opening an umbrella indoors makes it rain on a whore.

8. For the lucky bride — something old, something new, something borrowed, and no pre-nup, boo.

9. Hanging Sarah Jessica Parker‘s shoe on the wall will bring good luck.

10. Never wear Uggs after Labor Day — or ever.

11. Find a tranny on her head pick her up, all night long you’ll get free shots.

12. Kissing a toad gives you warts — as will kissing a guido.

13. Garlic protects you from vampires, evil spirits and ever having a date.

Take it easy out there today kids for as a wise blind man once said, “Superstition ain’t the way.”

The My Life Holiday Gift Set, including an eau de parfum, body lotion and shower cream, sold out all of its 6,000 available units while the Blossom Gift Set — eau de parfum, body cream and a copy of MJB’s new CD because bitch is working — was in larger supply but equal demand, selling out all 20,000 available sets.

Fittingly, one of the songs Blige performed during her HSN stint was “No More Drama” and no wonder with the amount of dough she’s raking in. The Queen of Hip Hop Soul has come a long way since smoking crack — allegedly — and hanging out with Biggie to become a sophisticated chanteuse and superstar in her own right. It’s as if she and Whitney Houston had some sort of Freak Friday switcheroo in the late-90s that no one knows or talks about. [WWD]

White reminisces on so-called “happier times” in the Telegraph for no other reason than to spill this photo of of herself with Naomi — wearing a little Whitney Houston on her face — and BFF Christy Turlington before the Burns.

Picture it, the early 1990s. White’s three major clients, the Holy Trinity — Naomi, Christy and Linda Evangelista — command a staggering £300,000 for a campaign (that’s like half a mil in $$) and won’t even get out of bed for less than $10,000.

Naomi, surprisingly, let all that success and ferocity go to her head; or as Carole puts it “when everyone is telling you that you look fantastic, showering you with gifts and wanting to befriend you, your perception of life gets distorted.”

Tell me about it, that’s the story of my life.

While Christy was “a dream, very professional and calm” Naomi was” less disciplined,” often showing up late to shoots if bothering to show up at all. White then points to this one time Naomi apparently wiped out an entire genus of plant:

[A] Dutch nursery named a rare black tulip after her and asked her to promote it. Hundreds of the flowers were driven to London in a refrigerated van to fill a studio. Naomi was supposed to lie in the middle of them for a commercial, but she didn’t turn up for the shoot – she was sick. These poor guys watched the tulips wilt in the studio and the ad never happened.

White’s article abruptly ends there probably — I’m assuming — because Mia Farrow, as usual wanted to put in her two cents and decided to finish it her damn  self. [Telegraph]

1. Crack a coke mirror, get 7 years of bad blow.

2. Cross a black catwalk, fall on the runway.

3. Naomi Campbell-walking under a ladder will bring several dirty looking pebbles to you in the night.

4. Botox a day keeps the wrinkles away.

5. Listening to Lady Gaga will make you gay — as will  one drunken time in college.

6. Step on her crack, Whitney Houston will break your motherf*cking back.

7. Opening an umbrella indoors makes it rain on a whore.

8. For the lucky bride — something old, something new, something borrowed, and no pre-nup, boo.

9. Hanging Sarah Jessica Parker‘s shoe on the wall will bring good luck.

10. Never wear Uggs after Labor Day — or ever.

11. Find a tranny on her head pick her up, all night long you’ll get free shots.

12. Kissing a toad gives you warts — as will kissing a guido.

13. Garlic protects you from vampires, evil spirits and ever having a date.

Take it easy out there today kids for as a wise blind man once said, “Superstition ain’t the way.”

You come from an eclectic, non-traditional family of artists. What type of art did you grow up around?
My grandfather revolutionized the interior design industry. He was one of the first people to bring colored wallpaper to California during the late 1960s and 70s. My cousin was in the music industry and has written songs for Whitney Houston. My grandmother was an illustrator, my mom’s first cousin’s husband is a well-known sculptor and she is an amazing painter who began her craft at 50 years old. Hillary Clinton asked her to paint a portrait of Chelsea when they were in the White House. My entire family gets together in Ojai, CA for Thanksgiving, and it’s like Woodstock revisited – with all these artists together, it’s the best energy and love you could ask for.

So you were very encouraged as a child to follow your dreams and do whatever your heart desired?
Both of my parents are entrepreneurs, so it makes sense that my brother, sister and I are independent. I wouldn’t say art was pushed on us, but we went towards it naturally. I spent most of my early days as a soccer player, competing on the early Olympic Development Team and in college as well. But somewhere in college, I decided I wanted to do something creative. I thought maybe I didn’t have the art gene, but suddenly, it’s all I wanted to do. I went back to school to study interior design at Parsons and took milliner classes at FIT. I secured an interior design job working with Bill Sofield, where I worked on everything from high-end residential to Tom Ford stores to the SoHo and Tribeca Grand hotels.

Interior design can be a very mathematical and structural craft. How did working in that industry influence your millinery?
I always say I make structurally interesting hats. Because I worked for an interior/architecture firm, I consider proportion, scale and how things move and look. I have the mind of an interior designer and the advantage of having worked with different materials. Unlike many designers perfecting their craft in the fashion industry, I came from people working with wood and ceramic. I am always asking how can I take these materials and techniques and construct them into something else, something new. That is my challenge, working with non-traditional materials.

Hats are almost becoming a lost dressing art. What made you want to go into the millinery business? Was it a lack of good product in the industry?
My aunt was a fashion designer in California and was always putting us kids in the fun hats she was making. Apparently, my great-grandmother was also a milliner in New York. My husband used to go to a milliner in the East Village, who we loved. I wanted to figure out how a milliner worked, so I asked if I could apprentice her, an unpaid position. Unfortunately, she rudely said no. It was very discouraging, but it motivated me to learn the trade and prove her wrong.

It came to the point where I was working long hours at the firm and was constantly stressed out. I asked myself “if I only had six months to live, would I be doing what I am doing now?” And I thought, “no, I would be working on my own. “ I looked down, saw all these hats I made and realized how much I loved making them. Selling hats to friends turned into selling them online. I just began selling at Charles Nolan, ABC Carpet & Home and will be in Treasure & Bond in the fall. But my big goal is Bendels.

Where does your inspiration come from on a daily basis? Do nature and people inspire you? What about the architecture of the city?
It’s so random. My husband and I travel a lot, and I spent a lot of time photographing anything I find interesting. I often find myself searching for things I photographed more than fives years ago and is relevant to my current project. I could be walking down the street, see something and think it would make a terrific structure or a cool color combination. People must think I’m a tourist because I walk the city with my head up. I see plants and flower arrangements and examine the proportion compared to the vase. I don’t make many large hats; I try to take the idea of a big hat and make it more me. I just styled women for the Frederick Olmsted Awards at Central Park and the Kentucky Derby with small fascinators and headpieces. I think small is the new big – fascinators are really in this season.

In the future, is there any other type of art you want to explore? What else could you design that the Satya woman would love?
I am a huge fan of dresses with pockets. Charles Nolan and I began our friendship over it – he always made them and I always love them. So I think next year, there might be a collection of vintage-inspired dresses and smoking jackets for women. I strangely like uniforms. Like the cartoon Daria, I work towards wearing the same thing every day. I want the same dress in a dozen colors and patterns to wear with black tights, black shoes and a jacket. I don’t like to think hard about what I’m going to wear. Comfortable, beautiful and chic is my motto. That is the Satya woman.

You can see more photos of Satya’s work and read her blog on her website.

- Porno producer Steven Hirsch was so taken with Pippa Middleton at the Royal Wedding that he's offered her $5 mil to appear in "just one explicit scene." After "racy photos" of Pip in nothing but a bra and panties surfaced, Hirsch was inspired to write a letter to the Duchess of Cambridge's younger, spotlight-stealing sister. Short but sweet -- if "sweet" means kind of douchebaggy  -- Hirsch also offered James Middleton (whose own scandalous pictures also leaked recently) $1 mil if she "would like to bring [him] along.” But hey, Hirsch is a class-act! There will be no royal incest on his watch because that mil is for a “separate scene.” [TMZ]

- Whitney Houston has apparently fallen off the wagon yet again — and knowing Whit she probably hit a few other wagons on the way down. The legendary singer has entered rehab for a third time for drug and alcohol treatment. My heart is breaking so, clearly I need to ask you, Whitney, where do broken hearts go? [People]

- Stefano Gabbana apparently leaked Penelope Cruz‘s Vogue cover on his Tumblr after receiving an advanced copy with the Oscar winner in a Dolce & Gabbana dress. Then Anna Wintour swooped down from on high, shut down the internet and removed said leaked cover from said Tumblr. Gabbana was later found quivering in the fetal position, clutching a piece of lace under the soothing spritz of his shower. [Styleite]

- Looks like someone’s been bitten by the diva bug. Pint-sized popper Justin Beiber was a brat while on the set of CSI filming his multi-episode stint, according to co-star Marg Helgenberger. Speaking on a French radio show, Helgenberger remarked: ”I probably shouldn’t say this, but he was kind of a brat….He locked one of the producers in a closet…and he put his fist through a cake that was on the craft services table.” Bieber, never one to sit back while his good name is dragged through the mud of network television responded like only an adult could — via Twitter: “It’s kinda lame when someone you met briefly and never worked with comments on you. I will continue to wish them luck and be kind.” Which basically translates to, “I don’t know or care who you are but I could buy you.” [Refinery29]

- Aguilera’s alcoholism knows no boozy bounds. [Celebitchy]

- Kirsten Dunst steps in to fill Julianne Moore‘s nonexistent shoes at Bulgari. Dunst won’t have to suckle any cubs, however, as the lion is now fully grown. Cue the opening to “Circle of Life.” [Huff Po]

- OMG, even James Franco‘s design illustration for his Gucci tux at the Oscars is dreamy. And, let’s be real, probably stoned too. [Style.com]

- Rachel Zoe thought her water could “totally break” at the opening for the new Tom Ford store on Rodeo Drive last night. That baby’s first words would have been, “I. Die.” [NY Mag]

- Lady Gaga‘s perfume will contain samples of her blood and will smell like an “expensive hooker.” [Huff Po]

- Salvatore Ferragamo was a friend of Dorothy. The designer created Dorothy’s Ruby Slippers for The Wizard of Oz, and is one of many designers to have collaborated in film. From Coco Chanel to Rodarte, explore a brief history of fashion in film. [Style.com]

- Just when you thought the White House couldn’t get more fierce, there’s a new bitch in town. Jeremy Bernard is the brand new, openly gay White House Social Secretary. I can’t wait for him and Mo to get mani-peds together while dishing over Barack‘s approval rating. In the bedroom. Go head girl! [Gawker]

- Ladies at the Oscars this year are not fucking around with their heels The rule is go sky high or go home. [NY Mag]

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Flores alleges that Spears walked around naked in her house. As does everyone at some point. Granted there may not be a crew from Access Hollywood in the living room, but it’s her prerogative. It’s. Her. Prerogative.

Brit Brit’s handlers fear that Flores wants to give her the old shake down by having the case tried in civil court and are campaigning for a private case in probate court.

Damn you Flores. Hasn’t Britney suffered enough? As if shouldering the burden of teen pop superstardom, pretending to date Justin Timberlake for all those years and then a pubic breakdown that served as fodder for countless late night talk show hosts for years, the girl deserves some peace.

Where’s that “Leave Britney alone!” tranny when you need her?

However, thanks to a truly touching storyline and a great selection of songs, the gang at William McKinley High School managed to pull together their best episode this season.

The season premiere was a bit of a letdown (except for an epic performance of “Listen” by Charice — Beyoncé, watch your back). The Britney episode would have been near perfect if not for a boring (second consecutive)  Rachel Barry solo closing number — massive loss of points for denying us “I’m Not a Girl, Not Yet a Woman.”

Though entertaining, these episodes were by and large fluff; flashy musical numbers with little story, tied together by random — though often funny — nonsequiters. Last night’s dramatic storyline was, therefore a welcome departure, touching on controversial and pertinent topics, and proving that the show is more than just visual and aural candy.

After Kurt’s dad (Mike O’Malley, I’ve loved you since Guts) suffers a heart attack, the kids of New Directions are prompted to think about religion and spirituality. Sue Sylvester wages a “separation of church and state” campaign, Kurt has to come to grips with his own atheism as his friends try to find ways to lend their support and Finn has a deliciously religious experience. Hence…Grilled Cheesus.

Walking the ridiculously thin line between offending and pandering to everyone, the writers managed to come off neither cynical nor overly sentimental. Kurt’s refusal to even consider the existence of a god stems from his anger at being the target of ridicule and oppression for being gay. Coming on the heels of a rash of gay teen suicides, Kurt’s anger is not only understandable, but terribly and tragically relevant.

Kurt’s dad’s heart attack forces him to question everything he does, or does not, believe in and Glee coach Will Scheuster (doesn’t he also teach Spanish…?) forces the kids to explore the theme of spirituality in a not at all surprising twist.

With the exclusion of “Only the Good Die Young” (huh?) the song selection was apropos and entertaining. Lea Michele managed to redeem herself with a “yeah, that was kind of amazing” rendition of “Papa, Can You Hear Me?” Mercedes got not one but two solos and rose to both occasions, first on “I Look to You” (Whitney, no matter the innumerable list of horrors, is still good for an inspirational ballad) and then a gospel-tinged “Bridge Over Troubled Water.”

Kurt’s solo on “I Want to Hold Your Hand” would have brought tears to my eyes were my tear ducts not completely paralyzed from my laissez-faire attitude towards Botox about my brow.  Then the gang brought it on home with Joan Osbourne’s  “One of Us,” an obvious but nonetheless pleasing choice.

When Glee is good, it’s really good. When it’s bad, it’s still for the most part entertaining. “Grilled Cheesus” was not only a good episode, it was a reaffirming piece of pop culture that goes to show not everything on TV or on the radio (note: I haven’t listened to the radio in seven years) isn’t complete crap.

Of course, after the show I watched the DVR’d premiere of Logo’s The A-List and all previous good will went flying out of the goddamn window.

We’re not just talking about the skin on the back of your head. No, we are talking about the skin, the skull and the brain. And we’re not talking about a fashion statement. We are talking about a “stylish” (more like disgusting) method to feel high…all the time:

They drill small holes in your  scull, then pass a metal ring through them. The trick is that the ring presses the brain tissue and invokes euphoria…The people who do already have it say that brain-piercing is something less harmful and cheaper than drugs. Doctors say it may cause an irretrievable damage for your brain. But no pleasure comes for free.

The procedure will set you back about $1000…not bad in comparison to the expensive drug habit you picked up at Whitney Houston’s 4th of July BBQ. Oh, and by the way, good luck telling your dealer in Washington Square Park that you no longer need his “stuff”. 

Thanks Tattooique!