R. Kelly and Atlanta’s own Cee Lo Green will be a part of the remake of the 1979 film “Sparkle.” Kells won’t be acting, but will oversee the music soundtrack. Cee Lo has been added to the cast and is also going to sing on the soundtrack since his character is the opening act for the group the film is centered around. Atlanta native Omari Hardwick, Jordin Sparks, Whitney Houston, Tika Sumpter, Derek Luke and Mike Epps will all be featured in “Sparkle,” and is scheduled to begin filming this October. Get more details at BlackAmericaWeb.com . RELATED POSTS: R. Kelly Will Have Women Dropping Their “Black Panties” Soon [AUDIO] Cee Lo Green “Cry Baby” [MUSIC VIDEO] Cee Lo Says Goodie Mob Is 10 Tracks Deep Into Reunion Album [VIDEO]
Cee Lo Green, Chiddy Bang and many others also featured at weekend’s Austin City Limits Festival. By Gil Kaufman Kanye West performs at ACL on Friday Photo: Flanigan/ Getty Images AUSTIN, Texas — It was a weekend of epic beginnings and endings at the 10th annual Austin City Limits Festival, among them: Kanye West shut the lid on the operatic My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy tour (http://www.mtv.com/news/articles//kanye-west-essence-festival-performance.jhtml), Coldplay played one of the final American festival dates in the run-up to the release next month of Mylo Xyloto and perhaps most importantly for locals, Texans danced in ecstasy as the worst drought in Lone Star history got a brief reprieve thanks to some intermittent showers. Yes, there were three days of amazing music, ranging from folk to house, blues, rock, soul and hip-hop, but along with crowd-pleasing headline sets from such legends as Stevie Wonder and rockers My Morning Jacket and festival-closers Arcade Fire , what a lot of people will remember is the blessed rain. Friday The weekend got kicked off in style on Friday with electro rapper Theophilus London , who charmed the early afternoon crowd with the rolling pop of “Why Even Try,” the hard-spitting “Last Name London” and a brand-new trunk-rattler, “Big Spender.” Most fans show up to a festival like ACL looking to rock, but fey British ambient/dubstep king James Blake made them take a chill pill, sitting at his electric piano and keyboards and crooning wordless sounds amid droney synth washes and minimal, machine beats. Just after parched, wildfire-licked Austin got its first taste of rain in as long as anyone can remember, the Smith Westerns played some mellow humidity rock, with just enough energy to make you sway and bounce so a trickle of perspiration drips down your back during tunes like “End of the Night.” Outkast’s Big Boi had no such problem, fronting a 10-piece ATL soul rap revue that got asses shaking to “Rosa Parks,” a Parliament-Funkadelic-thick “Ms. Jackson,” and the triple-time sprints of “Ghetto Musick” and “B.O.B.” A short time later, dynamic duo Nas and Damian Marley wound up their main-stage set with a dancehall-spiced take on papa Bob’s iconic “Could You Be Loved,” which spread some loving vibes as the sun finally began to set. And with a psychedelic, pulsing cityscape backdrop, DJ Pretty Lights dropped some gut-shaking deep bass samples, mixing in stoned reggae beats and looped blues wailing for a soul-soothing set of head-bobbing “dance” music you didn’t have to sweat to. Kanye didn’t disappoint either, holding down the stage during all three parts of his relationship power-play ballet. He commanded the dramatically lit stage for 90 minutes, tearing through a roster of hits including “Runaway,” “Power,” “Jesus Walks,” “Monster,” Flashing Lights” and “Good Life,” occasionally joined by a troupe of ballet dancers, but mostly stalking the boards alone. Saturday Day two dawned hazy and new wave with New York band Twin Shadow’s guitar-heavy New Romantic psychedelia. VMA performers Young the Giant got an extra dose of energy from above when the skies opened up for a brief, torrential sun storm, making the most of it by pumping out their radio-friendly, impassioned rockers “Guns Out” and “Cough Syrup” to the soaked audience’s delight. Los Angeles’ Fitz and the Tantrums kept the sweaty audience raindancing during such Motown-esque jams as “Rich Girls” and “Don’t Gotta Work It Out,” and the gut-quaking bass of wildly popular DJ Skrillex sounded like thunder across the way, as he shouted along to the party-pumping refrain of his signature tune, “My Name Is Skrillex,” while mixing in bits of Robyn and Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock. Cee Lo Green, known for his outrageous stage costumes, kept it tame, dressing down in a black Adidas track suit with red piping while his all-female band modeled skintight red jumpsuits and minidresses. He didn’t dial down the funk, though, blasting through “Bright Lights, Big City” and “Freak” as the setting sun blazed away on the main stage. He also did some gender reassignment with the Pussycat Dolls’ signature hit “Don’t Cha,” dedicated “Satisfied” to the victims of the recent Texas wildfires and played a slow, beat- and turntable-heavy version of the Gnarls Barkley hit “Crazy.” Elastic talkbox freak funkers Chromeo dedicated “I Am Somebody” to their recently passed collaborator, DJ Mehdi . And with a large portion of the sold-out crowd down at the other end for a rare festival set from soul icon Wonder, My Morning Jacket cranked their energy up a notch, blasting off with the slowly building “Victory Dance,” then segueing into the fierce reggae rock jam “Off the Record” and the majestic interstellar overdrive anthem “Gideon.” As usual, lead singer Jim James was in fine falsetto wailing voice, working the whole stage as he shook his mound of neon-lit curly hair. The fierce Southern gospel rock set included such favorites as “Wordless Chorus” and ended with a three-song mini-set featuring former tourmates New Orleans’ Preservation Hall Jazz Band. One of the givens at ACL is that you will get a chance to see a legend (or two), and this year’s Hall of Famer was Wonder, who soothed an exhausted crowd’s mind with a velvety lounge take on “Ribbon in the Sky” and a slow-dance grand piano stroll through “Overjoyed.” Then he picked it up like nobody can, pivoting into the sing-along “Signed, Sealed, Delivered I’m Yours” and the rubbery disco groove of “Sir Duke,” his keening vocals seemingly unchanged after half a century. They boogied hard to “Do I Do” and “My Cherie Amour” and lost their minds when he busted out the harmonica during “For Once in My Life.” Sunday Graffiti6 had the unenviable task of opening the final day, trying to draw a crowd with their Maroon 5-meets-Crosby, Stills and Nash blue-eyed acoustic pop soul, while downtown punkers-turned-rancheros Mariachi El Bronx cooked up some authentic really down South jams on tunes like “Cellmates.” But with their embroidered black suits, they won the race for the weekend’s most weather-unfriendly stage wear. Festival vets the Airborne Toxic Event pumped out muscular arena rock, including fiddle-assisted covers of Bruce Springsteen’s “I’m On Fire” and the Bobby Fuller Four’s “I Fought the Law.” Philly’s Chiddy Bang proved their freestyle skills once again, as rapper Chidera “Chiddy” Anamege took requests from the audience and strung together verses about Texas, “Saved by the Bell” and, shockingly, weed. Canadian collective Broken Social Scene just had to play their syncopated rocker “Texico Bitches,” but the weekend’s most intense visual spectacle was courtesy of Australia’s Empire of the Sun. Lead singer Luke Temple emerged in a blue glittery tunic and towering feathered headdress, along with four dancers in pink catsuits and frilled masks accented by oversize light-up cardboard guitars. Pounding new-wave dance rock tunes like “Standing on the Shore” amid multiple increasingly outrageous costume changes, the set felt like the sexy psychedelic space musical Duran Duran never mounted. Like a lot of bands, Canada’s Arcade Fire said Austin is their second home, and they were welcomed to the festival’s closing spot like favorite sons and daughters by a massive crowd that seemed to spread to the horizon. Their cinematic tour through the stations of teenage rebellion — complete with movie theater marquee showing black-and-white flicks — included stops at such ravers as “Ready to Start,” “No Cars Go,” the widescreen shout-along rouser “Wake Up!” and the live rarity, “Speaking in Tongues.” They were not going to send them home gently into that good night, though, instead charging through “Neighborhood #3 (Power Out)” as a goodbye memento worth keeping more than that wicked farmer’s tan and nasty heat headache. Beginnings, endings and one hell of a middle, ACL had plenty of all three. Related Artists Kanye West Arcade Fire
Cee Lo Green, Chiddy Bang and many others also featured at weekend’s Austin City Limits Festival. By Gil Kaufman Kanye West performs at ACL on Friday Photo: Flanigan/ Getty Images AUSTIN, Texas — It was a weekend of epic beginnings and endings at the 10th annual Austin City Limits Festival, among them: Kanye West shut the lid on the operatic My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy tour (http://www.mtv.com/news/articles//kanye-west-essence-festival-performance.jhtml), Coldplay played one of the final American festival dates in the run-up to the release next month of Mylo Xyloto and perhaps most importantly for locals, Texans danced in ecstasy as the worst drought in Lone Star history got a brief reprieve thanks to some intermittent showers. Yes, there were three days of amazing music, ranging from folk to house, blues, rock, soul and hip-hop, but along with crowd-pleasing headline sets from such legends as Stevie Wonder and rockers My Morning Jacket and festival-closers Arcade Fire , what a lot of people will remember is the blessed rain. Friday The weekend got kicked off in style on Friday with electro rapper Theophilus London , who charmed the early afternoon crowd with the rolling pop of “Why Even Try,” the hard-spitting “Last Name London” and a brand-new trunk-rattler, “Big Spender.” Most fans show up to a festival like ACL looking to rock, but fey British ambient/dubstep king James Blake made them take a chill pill, sitting at his electric piano and keyboards and crooning wordless sounds amid droney synth washes and minimal, machine beats. Just after parched, wildfire-licked Austin got its first taste of rain in as long as anyone can remember, the Smith Westerns played some mellow humidity rock, with just enough energy to make you sway and bounce so a trickle of perspiration drips down your back during tunes like “End of the Night.” Outkast’s Big Boi had no such problem, fronting a 10-piece ATL soul rap revue that got asses shaking to “Rosa Parks,” a Parliament-Funkadelic-thick “Ms. Jackson,” and the triple-time sprints of “Ghetto Musick” and “B.O.B.” A short time later, dynamic duo Nas and Damian Marley wound up their main-stage set with a dancehall-spiced take on papa Bob’s iconic “Could You Be Loved,” which spread some loving vibes as the sun finally began to set. And with a psychedelic, pulsing cityscape backdrop, DJ Pretty Lights dropped some gut-shaking deep bass samples, mixing in stoned reggae beats and looped blues wailing for a soul-soothing set of head-bobbing “dance” music you didn’t have to sweat to. Kanye didn’t disappoint either, holding down the stage during all three parts of his relationship power-play ballet. He commanded the dramatically lit stage for 90 minutes, tearing through a roster of hits including “Runaway,” “Power,” “Jesus Walks,” “Monster,” Flashing Lights” and “Good Life,” occasionally joined by a troupe of ballet dancers, but mostly stalking the boards alone. Saturday Day two dawned hazy and new wave with New York band Twin Shadow’s guitar-heavy New Romantic psychedelia. VMA performers Young the Giant got an extra dose of energy from above when the skies opened up for a brief, torrential sun storm, making the most of it by pumping out their radio-friendly, impassioned rockers “Guns Out” and “Cough Syrup” to the soaked audience’s delight. Los Angeles’ Fitz and the Tantrums kept the sweaty audience raindancing during such Motown-esque jams as “Rich Girls” and “Don’t Gotta Work It Out,” and the gut-quaking bass of wildly popular DJ Skrillex sounded like thunder across the way, as he shouted along to the party-pumping refrain of his signature tune, “My Name Is Skrillex,” while mixing in bits of Robyn and Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock. Cee Lo Green, known for his outrageous stage costumes, kept it tame, dressing down in a black Adidas track suit with red piping while his all-female band modeled skintight red jumpsuits and minidresses. He didn’t dial down the funk, though, blasting through “Bright Lights, Big City” and “Freak” as the setting sun blazed away on the main stage. He also did some gender reassignment with the Pussycat Dolls’ signature hit “Don’t Cha,” dedicated “Satisfied” to the victims of the recent Texas wildfires and played a slow, beat- and turntable-heavy version of the Gnarls Barkley hit “Crazy.” Elastic talkbox freak funkers Chromeo dedicated “I Am Somebody” to their recently passed collaborator, DJ Mehdi . And with a large portion of the sold-out crowd down at the other end for a rare festival set from soul icon Wonder, My Morning Jacket cranked their energy up a notch, blasting off with the slowly building “Victory Dance,” then segueing into the fierce reggae rock jam “Off the Record” and the majestic interstellar overdrive anthem “Gideon.” As usual, lead singer Jim James was in fine falsetto wailing voice, working the whole stage as he shook his mound of neon-lit curly hair. The fierce Southern gospel rock set included such favorites as “Wordless Chorus” and ended with a three-song mini-set featuring former tourmates New Orleans’ Preservation Hall Jazz Band. One of the givens at ACL is that you will get a chance to see a legend (or two), and this year’s Hall of Famer was Wonder, who soothed an exhausted crowd’s mind with a velvety lounge take on “Ribbon in the Sky” and a slow-dance grand piano stroll through “Overjoyed.” Then he picked it up like nobody can, pivoting into the sing-along “Signed, Sealed, Delivered I’m Yours” and the rubbery disco groove of “Sir Duke,” his keening vocals seemingly unchanged after half a century. They boogied hard to “Do I Do” and “My Cherie Amour” and lost their minds when he busted out the harmonica during “For Once in My Life.” Sunday Graffiti6 had the unenviable task of opening the final day, trying to draw a crowd with their Maroon 5-meets-Crosby, Stills and Nash blue-eyed acoustic pop soul, while downtown punkers-turned-rancheros Mariachi El Bronx cooked up some authentic really down South jams on tunes like “Cellmates.” But with their embroidered black suits, they won the race for the weekend’s most weather-unfriendly stage wear. Festival vets the Airborne Toxic Event pumped out muscular arena rock, including fiddle-assisted covers of Bruce Springsteen’s “I’m On Fire” and the Bobby Fuller Four’s “I Fought the Law.” Philly’s Chiddy Bang proved their freestyle skills once again, as rapper Chidera “Chiddy” Anamege took requests from the audience and strung together verses about Texas, “Saved by the Bell” and, shockingly, weed. Canadian collective Broken Social Scene just had to play their syncopated rocker “Texico Bitches,” but the weekend’s most intense visual spectacle was courtesy of Australia’s Empire of the Sun. Lead singer Luke Temple emerged in a blue glittery tunic and towering feathered headdress, along with four dancers in pink catsuits and frilled masks accented by oversize light-up cardboard guitars. Pounding new-wave dance rock tunes like “Standing on the Shore” amid multiple increasingly outrageous costume changes, the set felt like the sexy psychedelic space musical Duran Duran never mounted. Like a lot of bands, Canada’s Arcade Fire said Austin is their second home, and they were welcomed to the festival’s closing spot like favorite sons and daughters by a massive crowd that seemed to spread to the horizon. Their cinematic tour through the stations of teenage rebellion — complete with movie theater marquee showing black-and-white flicks — included stops at such ravers as “Ready to Start,” “No Cars Go,” the widescreen shout-along rouser “Wake Up!” and the live rarity, “Speaking in Tongues.” They were not going to send them home gently into that good night, though, instead charging through “Neighborhood #3 (Power Out)” as a goodbye memento worth keeping more than that wicked farmer’s tan and nasty heat headache. Beginnings, endings and one hell of a middle, ACL had plenty of all three. Related Artists Kanye West Arcade Fire
It’s a magical week for TV mammage as the first season of Camelot , featuring Eva Green ‘s witchy wobblers, hits DVD and Blu-ray, as does Spartacus: Gods of the Arena (RIP Andy Whitfield ). In other nudes, Emmy nominee Kelly MacDonald shares her Scottish snookers in Trainspotting , nude on Blu-ray, and fapping you’ll be when Carrie Fisher and her metal bikini receive the HD treatment on the Star Wars: The Complete Saga Blu-ray. Hey George Lucas ! How about you quit messing with Darth Vader and put some nudity in there next time?: Camelot (2011), the new dramatic series from Starz, promises to “redefine the classic medieval tale of King Arthur.” Apparently this means lots and lots of nudity, because when it comes to medieval mammaries, Camelot delivers the goods. Mr. Skin hall-of-famer Eva Green stars as Arthur’s half-sister Morgan, whose dark beauty and bodacious curves cast an thrilling nude spell. Also starring is Tamsin Egerton as the adulterous Guinevere,providing plenty of opportunity for Tamsin to show some tan skin. It’s the eternal battle of blonde vs. brunette: which lucky swords will pierce these ladies’ stones? Tune in to Camelot and see! A prequel to the skintastic series Spartacus: Blood and Sand , Spartacus: Gods of the Arena will harden your partacus just like the original. Lucy Lawless returns, juicy and flawless, as the insatiable and constantly nude Lucretia, while kooky Dexter beauty Jaime Murray is brought on as her best gal pal-slash-lesbo love. Packed with naked slaves and racktastic noblewomen, Spartacus: Gods of the Arena will make you glad-she-ator! Ewan McGregor and Robert Carlyle broke onto the international scene with Trainspotting (1996), the tale of Scottish junkies living in the gutter. Meanwhile, dicks broke out of zippers all over the world after filmgoers spotted Pauline Lynch and Kelly MacDonald . The film’s a memorable look at lowlifes who choose to waste their existence. Still, the filmmakers should be ashamed of themselves for showing Pauline and Kelly as fringe benefits of the junkie culture. It’s a good case against just saying no. On the other hand, you’ll soon get addicted to our clips of these lovely ladies helping out lascivious losers. Writer/director George Lucas rewrote the rules of cinema with Star Wars (1977), his sci-fi adventure opus set “a long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away.” When Princess Leia ( Carrie Fisher ) is kidnapped by evil Darth Vader, it’s a band of rag-tag heroes led by Luke Skywalker ( Mark Hammil ), Obi-Wan Kenobi ( Alec Guiness ), and Han Solo ( Harrison Ford ) to the rescue. Star Wars (1977) went on to spawn five huge sequels and made cultural icons of R2-D2, C-3PO, and Chewy. The third and sexiest installment of the Star Wars saga, Return of the Jedi (1983) features all the favorite characters from that long time ago in a galaxy far, far away doing what they do best. Luke Skywalker ( Mark Hamill ) dukes it out with villainous Darth Vader ( David Prowse , with voice provided by James Earl Jones ). Han Solo ( Harrison Ford ) and Chewbacca ( Peter Mayhew ) team up with Lando Calrissian ( Billy Dee Williams ) to blow up a new Death Star. Yoda is green. Jabba the Hut is fat. And Princess Leia ( Carrie Fisher ) wears a metal bikini that’s been copied by fangirls and fapped to by fanboys ever since. CU Next Tuesday, Skin fans, for all the newest, nudest releases on DVD and Blu-ray right here on the Mr. Skin blog!
Jamie Foxx has signed on to perform live in Wales at the October concert honoring the late Michael Jackson, according to reports. Big get for the show. Foxx joins Christina Aguilera, Cee Lo Green, Smokey Robinson and others set to perform at the event, a point of contention among MJ’s own family. We already know Jamie can moonwalk … Jamie Foxx Moonwalk Show organizers are also pumped up about Beyonce’s performance , saying that she has not withdrawn despite her recently-announced pregnancy. Beyonce is recording a “unique, never before seen performance” that will be played at the show. It’s not clear what that is, but sounds awesome!
First Name: Priscila Last Name: Monroe (Favaro before marriage) Nationality: Ethnicity: Hair Color: Brown Eye Color: Green Date of Birth: Place of Birth: Height: 5#39;9.5″ ; 177cm Measurements: (US) 34-24-35 ; (EU) 86-61-89 Dress Size: (US) 4 ; (EU) 34 Shoe Size: (US) 9 ; (EU) 41
Philippa Charlotte Middleton turns 28 today. Consumers of entertainment news could be forgiven for thinking that it was she, not sister Kate Middleton, who married into the royal family in April. Ever since she walked into Westminster Abbey, Pippa Middleton routinely steals headlines from the Duchess of Cambridge and wife of Prince William. The public in the UK and beyond has been left in a daze by the sight of the younger Middleton’s good looks (her derriere especially) and lifestyle. Entire Facebook pages are dedicated to Her Royal Hotness. Kate Middleton may be the duchess, but Pippa is Queen of the Booty and Lord of the Arsetocracy. Soon, Pippa Middleton may be off the market for good. She and her boyfriend, London financier and cricketer Alex Loudon, are reportedly going strong. Always happy and smiling, seemingly unfazed by the craze she created, Pippa still works for her parents’ company Party Pieces, and lives in London. Here’s a little gallery we put together in honor of her special day, an occasion we can all celebrate with – apologies in advance – a Pip, Pip, Hooray!
“Just got kicked off a southwest flight because my pants sagged too low!” Armstrong, 39, Tweeted on Thursday. “What the [expletive]? No joke!” Armstrong#39;s outburst didn#39;t go unnoticed. Following in the footsteps of Gérard Depardieu and Josh Duhamel, Green Day#39;s Billie Joe Armstrong is the most recent celebrity to get kicked off an airplane. The latest cause for the boot? Apparently a dress code violation. “Very sorry for your experience tonight,” Southwest Airlines Tweeted the rocke
Ahhh boy, here we go! Former Michigan State wide receiver and current Flint Northwestern coach Andre Rison has been indicted by a federal grand jury in a child-support case in Arizona. The indictment accuses the 44-year-old Rison of failing to pay more than $10,000 between August 2008 and last month. A federal court has jurisdiction because Rison now lives in Mt. Morris, near Flint. He has been summoned to appear on Sept. 14 in U.S. District Court in Phoenix. The indictment says the due date for his payments had passed two years ago. The child lived in Arizona at the time the payments were due. No further information on the child was immediately available. Rison played 12 years in the NFL and was a five-time Pro Bowler. He was a member of the Green Bay Packers’ 1996 Super Bowl-winning team. C’mon bruh, take care of your kids! You’re lucky that your baby’s mother is a reasonable woman, ain’t no tellin’ what Left-Eye would’ve done. R.I.P. Lisa… Source
Irina Magda Nationality: Romanian Date of Birth: July 1987 Place of Birth: Bucharest, Romania Height: 5#39;9.5″(177cm) Measurements: (US) 33-24-34.5 ; (EU) 84-61-88 Dress Size: (US) 6 ; (EU) 36 Shoe Size: (US) 9 ; (EU) 40 Hair: Light Brown Eyes: Green
