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Edited by on September 2 2011 at 6:13 PM

- Ken and Barbie got married and you heard barely a peep about it — that’s nice for a change. And while I doubt they made $18 mil off their special day, their wedding looks like a far classier affair. [Styleite]

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- And speaking of weddings between imaginary people, Kim Kardashian‘s new husband Kris Humphries, found himself on an airplane sitting next to Ray J –  also known as the reason we have for Keeping Up with the Kardashians. No notes on their respective performances in the boudoir were exchanged, though Kris kind of has an unfair advantage. [Gawker]

- Valentino Garavani is planning on turning his life into a musical. Picture it, red gowns on 40 dancing pugs descending a spiral staircase. Hello, Tonys. [Telegraph]

- Chick Beer, beer for girly girls, comes in a  purse-like box that you can use to throw up into since you clearly can’t handle real booze. [Refinery29]

- Carine Roitfeld, in her new tome Irreverent, reveals that she thinks fashion “isn’t as much fun as it once was.” Other things that aren’t as fun as they once were: everything. [The Cut]

- And in other things that Carine Roitfeld thinks — Tom Ford, not that gay: “Ask each woman that ever met Tom, and they will tell you that they were under the charm of Tom. O.K., Tom, unfortunately for the woman, is gay. But he is very not so gay. Even the way he touches a woman, the way he puts his hand on your back or the way he opens the car for you, he’s a gentleman. You’re dying that he likes everything you’re wearing, everything you’re doing, because his taste is very important to you. You want to seduce him all the time.” [NYT]

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