Ring?  Who needs a ring?  Kate Middleton chills out at this weekend’s 46664 concert in London, looking gorgeous as always.  Does this chick ever have a bad hair day?  I Googled “Kate Middleton” and “hair” (yeah, make of that what you will) and came across this fascinating article from the Daily Mail that I remember devouring a couple years back.  It appears that Kate visits Richard Ward in Chelsea off the Kings Road, which is hardly surprising, since Richard is one of the most high profile hairstylists in England.  (He does countless celebrities, as well as a few royals like Sophie, Countess of Wessex, but is most famously linked to Elizabeth Hurley.)  I wonder…do you think Richard’s minions make housecalls, or is Kate simply ridiculously good at the personal blowouts?  And how much time does she spend getting ready every day?  Does she wear sweats and sport ratty ponytails on her days off from making fabulous public appearances, or lounge around her house looking like butter wouldn’t melt?  Things to ponder.  (Very frivolous things…but still.)

Photo from People.com

The August issue of Vanity Fair features the fresh faces that are destined to become household names: Kristen Stewart, Blake Lively, Emma Roberts and Amanda Seyfried grace the cover, and inside are more beautiful kids that may become the next Julia Roberts (like, hey, her niece Emma!)…or become the next Gretchen Mol.  Tear!

Hooray for tooth whitening and airbrushing!

These kids star on a little show called Gossip Girl.  Maybe you’ve heard of it? 

More pictures from Vanity Fair after the jump!

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So, it’s been three weeks since my Vi Peel, and my skin still seems to be regulating itself.  After enjoying a gorgeous, smooth, soft complexion last week, I woke up on Saturday with four honking zits that seemingly came out of nowhere.  In the week after the Vi Peel, there was a noticable difference in the texture and appearance of my skin—less pigmentation, more even and radiant, although also more red—but my skin broke out from the intensive moisturizer that comes along with the peel.  The zits quickly went away, but now they’re back with a vengeance.  (I mean, seriously, I have some zits right now that deserve their own zip code.)  I don’t want to have unrealistic expectations, and know that the real test will come next week with my one-month-post-peel photos…but still.  Jolie is not so happy right now.

If you live in West Hollywood and are in a relationship, it’ll be a cold day in hell before your significant other okays a “Just in case, honey!” laminated list.  Chances are, at some point, the wannabe-object -of-your-affection will indeed cross your path, and then somebody’s going to get, ahem, screwed.  Just last night, A. and I were having a conversation in which I sheepishly confessed my…admiration for Emile Hirsch, who I have thought was the greatest thing since sliced bread for nearly five years now.  Turns out Emile is the new face of Valentino, and was out and about in Paris yesterday looking all dapper dandy, below:

Bella Sugar investigates the best cream blushes.

MTV is wondering how to top Britney Spears’s trainwreck performance for this year’s VMA awards on the Paramount lot in Hollywood.

All About The Pretty recommends Kerastase Substance Constructive hair treatment for weak or chemically-fried locks. 

Ivanka Trump: on the cover of Town and Country, and perhaps the most glamorous 26-year-old in the world.

Makeup Bag flips for Kate Somerville spa in LA (and Kate Somerville Nourish Daily Moisturizer, infused with antioxidants…but not SPF, alas.)

Madonna and Guy Ritchie may be divorcing.  (Okay, this rumor has been around forever, but this time, it seems real…and very sad.)

Photo from DailyMail.co.uk

La Blake, rocking the beachy waves…

Photo from People.com

And a little Ed Westwick tastiness…

It’s hard to see with the watermark, but oh, yes, those girls are topless

Back in my pseudo-glamorous polo days, my player C. was often invited to events like Elton John’s White Tie and Tiara ball, and I’d shuttle along for the ride, taking notes, returning phone calls, plotting intrigue and assuring the girlfriend that, yes, she did indeed look gorgeous.  But–always the bridesmaid, never the bride–I never made it past the driveway.  Alas.  Looks fun!

Elle Macpherson.  “The Body” is, believe it or not, 44 years old.  Maybe we all be so blessed.  (Do we think that’s her real hair, or extensions?  Call me crazy, but I suspect it’s real.)

Elizabeth Hurley, by contrast, is aging quite gracefully and is beginning to look like a real 40-something (she’s 43), albeit more beautiful than any 43-year-old I’ve ever met. 

More photos from the event (including a surprisingly beautiful Kelly Osbourne!) after the jump

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Last night, I attended an LA Film Festival screening of American Teen, the Breakfast Club-like documentary that everybody was raving about at Sundance.  Not only was it one of the best movies I’ve seen in the last year (second only, perhaps, to There Will Be Blood in terms of movies I loved so much I wanted to eat them) but I predict that the cast are all going to be huge stars.  My amigo Eli Gonda produced it, so I scored an invite to the pre-party on the Paramount lot.  As I walked up, I spotted a blond Adonis…a guy so gorgeous that I thought, “He must be a model.  An actor.  A greek God.”  Close enough: his name is Mitch Reinholt, and he was literally the prettiest man I have ever seen in person.  Ever.  (He’s photogenic enough, but in the flesh, I’m talking Brad Pitt handsome.  I cannot overstate this!)  The star of the movie, meanwhile, is Hannah Bailey, an intelligent, vulnerable, ambitious gem of a human being (she’s like The Hills‘  anti-matter) who will rocket into a major, well-deserved career if there is any justice in this world.  By the end of the movie, the entire crowd was cheering and clapping, so invested were we in the compelling lives of these kids.  (The story of “geeky”–yet adorable–Jake Tusing is particularly touching.)

After the screening, everybody headed to Delancey for the after-party, and I made my way for about five seconds before having (annoyingly, and unexpectedly) to leave.  It was Mitch’s 21st birthday, too.  Sigh. Oh, well.

Mitch Reinholt and Hannah Bailey.  Young love gone awry…sob!