Oh Anderson Cooper.

Your salt and pepper hair, perfectly dressed swimmer’s physique, amazing shoes…and, oh yes, your skills as a CNN reporter. Your delicate beauty not only tantalizers bored homemakers while they make dinner, but gay men all over the planet.

Why you won’t admit to being one of those beautiful men who like men, I’ll never know. Maybe you’re afraid CNN won’t like it, maybe you’re afraid you’ll lose your female viewers, maybe your agent made you sign a contract in your blood that states I will never admit to being gay as long as I’m a TV icon. So help me god. Read More »

Day thirteen at this cracked out music television internship and I can’t seem to find a mode of normalcy. I’d like to think of myself as a fairly spontaneous adventure-seeking type. The every day conundrum, mundane schedules and habitual routine I follow during the school year tends to make me delirious and in need of a strong drink at 10 am (no, not coffee), but this was just insane.

All week I’d been running around Manhattan delivering costume jewelry or picking up edited music video reels, though some days staying in the office and making phone calls and writing e-mails (Not to James Franco, but to his agent’s agent). Needless to say, I was starting to crave a more conventional daily grind.

Today I was scheduled to help with a wardrobe fitting. Figuring I’d be pinning blouses to mannequins in some broke down warehouse. I wasn’t that bothered when my alarm didn’t go off and I was forced to shower quickly, neglecting my usual primping and hair straightening ritual. I’m Persian, and not one of those blessed Persians with the silky dark hair. I got the fro. The frizzy kind.

Rushed to make it to work on time, (Pierre, my very talented and very flamboyant boss would undoubtedly stick me with phone duty if I was even a minute late), I figured I could just pull it back in a wet bun and hide it under a hat from wardrobe. Read More »

Like most college students, I never have enough money and on the off-chance I do, it goes straight to Starbucks. I love fashion and I love to shop, but the closest I get to either one is through the internet (which you can get for free at Starbucks!).

Needless to say, right now I am obsessed with the Prada Turban, the oddest and hottest second-coming of style since my leotard phase last fall.

Unfortunately, this scrap of satin wonder will set you back $300, which is quite a few credit hours and even more soy lattes. No worries though — I have found a version that is oh-so-affordable at Forever21. This puppy is only $5.80!

I can rest easy knowing that it looks great on Ashley Olsen (offtherack.people.com) and might look great on me, but would only result in garnering quizzical glares from my fellow students if I wore it to class. Funny how fashion falters in the absence of paparazzi…

What do you think? Are turbans fashionable?