It’s that time of year again. Tomorrow night a new America’s Next Top Model will be crowned and too-sweet-for-comfort Whitney’s unmerited stint as the reigning champ will finally come to a much-appreciated end.

With such a weighty decision looming on the horizon, there’s one question on our minds: Why can’t we shake the weeknight guilty pleasure that is ANTM? We really should have quit watching when controversial celebrity judge Janice Dickinson left the panel, taking most of the show’s fun with her.

Now all we’re left with is off-the-rocker host Tyra Banks, whom you might recognize from her recurring role as comedic fodder on E!’s The Soup. Oh, and she also found some success as a supermodel.

But seriously, who is going to be America’s…Next…Top…Mo…del? (more…)

Outside of low-budget school plays and small-town versions of the Nutcracker, it had been some time since we’d taken in a real production, so we were eager to attend Carrie Fisher‘s Wishful Drinking.

For those Bostonistas old enough to remember, Fisher, the offspring of actress Debbie Reynolds and singer Eddie Fisher, was the sultry/cranky Princess Leia before she got into drugs, was diagnosed with bi-polar disorder, and dropped off the face of the planet.

Now, she’s back, touring America with her one-woman show and offering up a few laughs about her whole ordeal. (Sounds a lot like a certain someone else we know—we’re looking at you, Britney.)

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So we’re pretty sure the real tragedy of FacebookTumblrTwitter has nothing to do with mind-boggling indiscretion, nor with the irretrievable loss of an hour at the hands of your freshman algebra classmate’s Italy photos.

The true problem, clearly, is that social networking has robbed an entire adolescent generation of the opportunity to scribble overwrought prose in dinky-locked Lisa Frank diaries.

Luckily, writer/blogger Sarah Brown has been working diligently to salvage those soon-to-be cultural relics.

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If you dig art but hate pretense, or just want to revel in others’ ineptitude, head over to the Museum of Bad Art’s (MOBA) installation in the basement of the Somerville Theater. The museum’s impressive collection was culled from dumpsters, yard sales, private donations, and trash day heists.

Each carefully chosen piece demonstrates a depth of incompetence nearly impossible to fake—misguided attempts at perspective, cornball subject matter, and/or bizarre color palettes. But while the art is bewilderingly, um, challenged, the terse observations by the curator(s) make this collection an absolute late-night “to do.” (more…)

Bostonista had too much fun last night. We indulged in mandatory office fun at our staff bowling party at Kings. Next, under the influence of Chowder, we indulged in carnivorous fun over the largest steak we’ve ever seen at Toro.

Then we indulged in some Stevie Wonder-fueled dancing fun with Barbara Lynch at The Butcher Shop. Now, we’re hurting from that fun. (more…)

Set in New York but filmed right here in Boston, The Women made its local debut on Monday night at AMC Loews Boston Common theater. The remake of the 1930s film stars Dove, Saks Fifth Avenue, and Lexus. (Secondary players include Meg Ryan, Annette Bening, Jada Pinkett Smith, Debra Messing, Cloris Leachman, Carrie Fisher, Debi Mazar, Candice Bergen, Bette Midler, and Eva Mendes.)

Even more surprising was the number of scenesters that actually showed up on a Monday, during Gossip Girl—thank you Comcast gods for DVR!—for the screening and afterparty, which was held on the Liberty Hotel’s fifth floor balcony. (more…)

In a continued effort at transparency re: Bostonista’s not-entirely-highbrow tastes, we’re disclosing our favorite summer reads.

Some backstory before the confession: We’re former English majors who somehow never read Anna Karenina (or, um, plenty of other canonical heavyweights.). We feel a fair amount of guilt about this, and therefore keep a bunch of pristine classics on our nightstand. And then we pile other books on top of them, like… (more…)

We may have discreetly let on that that we harbor an appreciation for some forms of teeny-bopper entertainment, but we’ve been more open about our obsessions with decidedly grown-up pop culture. Call it juvenile, call it silly, we will not veil our love for one teen-targeting franchise: The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants.

Lightyears older than the projected demographic when the books debuted, we first fell in love with the series while reading them aloud to a cabin full of 13-year olds before bed as a counselor at summer camp. (It was then that we began referring to the coming-of-age tales of friendship as simply “Pants!!!“) (more…)

Bostonista spent last weekend living the high life atop the rooftop garden at the 230 Fifth hotel in NYC. Twenty stories up, we partied like glitterati under the stars, and in the shadows of the Empire State Building. While soaking up the sky-scraping views and open air vibe (they even had red, Hef-inspired robes on hand, in case you got cold!), we wished for more places like this at home.

And there are some places in town that measure up (at least in terms of elevation). So on one of the last few summer weekends remaining, don’t waste your last chance to take your party to the highest level. (more…)

While we might not always remember this, fashion is about more than just clothing or how things look. A lot of what makes a style interesting comes from the story that inspired it and the process that lead to the final product (Project Runway isn’t just popular because of Heidi Klum, people). Here in Boston, the people at Guerilla Fashion are using that idea as the main concept behind their video projects.

According to its website, GF is going to present “a brave new world of style” that uses video as a way to help fashion entertain and educate. A little vague, we know, but we’re excited to see what their first major project will yield because it just so happens to coincide with Boston Fashion Week 2008 (which this year gets its own week, unlike last year’s unfortunate overlap with the considerably better-attended New York Fashion Week). (more…)