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- Dec. 31: Angelina Jolie, Today's HD Hottie - TVPredictions.com
- ANGELINA JOLIE’S FACE-OFF! - Jewish Journal of Greater Los Angeles
- The kids chill on-set of ''Salt" with parents Brad Pitt and Angelina ... - New York Daily News
- Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie (Brad Pitt, Angelina Jolie) - The Gaea Times
- Jennifer Aniston Love Shouted at Angelina Jolie Beau Brad Pitt on ... - National Ledger
| Dec. 31: Angelina Jolie, Today's HD Hottie - TVPredictions.com Posted: 31 Dec 2009 02:35 AM PST _______________________________________________________ _______________________________________________________ Angelina soon soared to stardom in films such as Gia, Pushing Tin and the Lara Croft series. Her private life, though, has sometimes shared the stage as she has hopped from one high-profile beau to the other (Billy Bob Thornton, Brad Pitt, etc.). Ms. Jolie's most recent films are Clint Eastwood's Changeling, and Wanted, both of which are now available on Blu-ray disc. Her next movie is Salt, in which she plays a federal agent who's suspected of working for the Russians.
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| ANGELINA JOLIE’S FACE-OFF! - Jewish Journal of Greater Los Angeles Posted: 31 Dec 2009 12:05 AM PST December 30, 2009 | 12:51 pm Posted by Tiferet Peterseil  How "natural" should beauty be?The room is small, dimly lit by lavender scented candles whose glow adds to the warm cozy feeling engulfing me as the gentle harmony of nature's sounds wafts through the— "Okay, now please take off your clothes," the woman gently, but firmly, commands. Uh oh, I've done it again, I tell myself. When they advertised, "Treat yourself to a new you. You'll feel born again," I didn't know they meant it literally. "What?" I turn to her, simultaneously looking around for the hidden camera. "If you like, I'll leave the room while you undress," she says soothingly, a little grin spreading across her face. I suddenly imagine her as the co-star of a girl-on-girl x-rated film. But here's one time I'm not looking to be a leading lady. "Does everyone have to get naked for a facial?" I ask, reluctantly stripping. "No. We give young actresses preferential treatment, so that later we can sell their pictures to the Paparazzi." I freeze, unsure if she's kidding or not, and just in case make a dash for the paper-thin covers atop the treatment bed. "Is this your first time?" she asks, amused. I'm nervously hoping we're both referring to the same thing. I feel there are many milestones I've missed out on as a woman. "Getting Ready" is one of them. When my sisters and I are getting dressed for an event, I'm always embarrassed to say "ready" when only five minutes have passed. I can never quite figure out what I'm supposed to do for so long. Many are the times I've simply locked myself in the bathroom and read a good book while telling my family, "Don't rush me, I'm putting on my face." Yes, I know, a whole new dimension to "two-faced." And nails – pedicure, manicure – if only people knew that my technique for applying nail polish is simply paint the whole toe, then wipe off the excess polish around the nail. "Yeah, this is my first facial," I point out, making sure she knows what I'm here for. "How'd you know?" I ask curiously. She pulls up a chair and starts talking to my feet. "A lucky guess," she says dryly, "and you're lying down in the wrong direction. Head goes in here," she points to where I have my toes safely curled in a little pillow hole, and I clumsily, switch directions (under the covers). "Oops. I'm not so good at this," I apologize. "I was traumatized when I was twelve. My Mom made me go to a nail torturer. My virgin cuticles were never the same. I couldn't play piano for days, and my psychologist says I'm the first person he's met with cuticle phobia – I see a manicurist and I sit on my hands." "So what made you decide to be so brave now?" she asks, reaching for what I'm sure are restraints. "Well, I'll be flying to the USA soon for a few auditions, and I figured I'll indulge myself." Then she lights up. "Since we're preparing you for close-ups of you face, I'd like to recommend a very unique treatment, geared especially for public figures in front of the camera. Even Angelina Jolie does it!" and she takes out a photograph of Angie walking out of a beauty salon with the caption "FACE OFF", and a one liner explaining the exquisite facial treatment Angelina regularly goes through to look her best. Staring at the clipping, I begin to worry that maybe she wasn't kidding about selling pictures to the paparazzi. The beautician winks at me, "See, there's a reason Angie looks so young. But we can have you looking like that in no time." "But I am young. I even got carded last night." "That's the worst. People who feel young. Don't you know that the skin begins aging at 12 or 13? If you don't take care of yourself you'll be all wrinkles before your first facelift." Wrinkles? Facelift? I wince, touching my face self-consciously. People have been telling me lately how much I look like my Grandmother. I look at the tabloid clipping again. Well. If it's good enough for Angie… "Okay," I comply, "what do we do?" "First we take this little brush with these metal bristles," she demonstrates excitedly, caressing my arm with the steel fingers. "We move it along your face, which tightens it, and fills in the wrinkles. It's called undulating the epidermis." "Umm, so is that at all related to Botox?" She winks at me. "And for only 2000 shekels you can look like Angie's younger sister. Ah, but what's the price for beauty?" That's just what I was thinking. Whatever happened to that natural look? "On second thought, my wrinkles give me character. Let's just go with the regular facial." She sighs, only slightly disappointed. I'm glad because I wouldn't want to get the person who's changing my face angry. She begins with a "face scrub", which seems to be a special foam mixed with gravel so that it scratches up your face nice and evenly. Then "peeling", which believe it or not, really is designed to peel your face off. I think it would've been more humane to use a vegetable peeler. She then spends the next ten minutes rubbing in 'special creams'—which all smell suspiciously like hair mousse. Just when I'm sure I can relax again, because all this pain must be a sign that it's almost over, out comes the magnifying glass. I let out a little yelp, remembering what my mother said about the dermatologists in her day who used a magnifying glass to squeeze out blackheads and pimples. Ugh! How primitive can you get? And she promptly proceeds to pinch, squeeze, nip and pick my face. Black heads. Gone. Pimples (Not that I have any). Gone. Eyebrows. Gone. Face. Gone "Is it supposed to burn so much?" I ask, trying to blow on my cheek. "Shh…. It means it's working. Now just lean back and enjoy the pampering," she forces my eyelids shut. Maybe it is working, since I notice I can no longer blink voluntarily. That's when she puts a net around my face, and has me hold a strange metal rod. "Just hold that, and don't worry about a thing. It's just to complete the electrical circuit." I force open my eyes and look at her. "Electrical –???" Zap! I swear she giggled as my whole body convulsed in response to the "magnet" electrifying my face. Between the humming sound and the zapping sound, I begin empathizing with those mosquitoes we treat so unjustly. "Okay, now we're just about done, and it's time for your face massage," she says, smoothing down my long hair, which is so loaded with static it's no longer touching the ground, but actually pointing towards the near wall. True to form, she rubs a burning cream into what's left of my original face, holding me down with her elbows. I get the disturbing sensation that someone's just smeared a whole tube of mint toothpaste onto my face. "How do you feel?" she asks, as she helps me sit up. "Did you catch the license of the truck that hit me?" I say miserably. "Is the plastic surgeon still on this floor?" The witch laughs. "Wow! You're positively glowing!" she lies. "You look like a million dollars, if I dare to toot my own horn." And she hands me a mirror. I look at my reflection: Red, blotchy, with net marks scorched into my skin. Not to mention my hair is higher than Marge's (of the Simpson's). "Will I ever be able to wink again?" I ask hopefully. "I guess you are a little red," she admits, lowering her voice. "But you know, our face is just the mirror of our soul. So you must be a very special person if your face is so sensitive." My soul isn't sensitive, it's just blushing, looking at my new face. However, I'm about to give her a piece of my "sensitive" mind, when she pre-empts me, saying, "Or maybe, you should've splurged for the Angelina Jolie treatment." I can't even imagine what it must feel like to take the rich and famous treatment. When I think of it, I have to hand it to Angie—she's got a hell-of-a-threshold for pain. Follow HOLLYWOOD EAST on Twitter! You May Also Enjoy: 2 Comments — Leave your comment Share this post: Five Filters featured article: Chilcot Inquiry. Available tools: PDF Newspaper, Full Text RSS, Term Extraction. |
| The kids chill on-set of ''Salt" with parents Brad Pitt and Angelina ... - New York Daily News Posted: 31 Dec 2009 02:28 AM PST Thursday, December 31st 2009, 4:00 AM It was Take Your Daughter to Work Day on the NYC set of "Salt": Brad Pitt took his girls Shiloh and Zahara to visit mommy Angelina on Tuesday as she filmed near the Hudson River. The little ones looked happy despite the frigid temps -even though at one point, Shiloh got a little, well, shy and covered up from photogs as they strolled along Pier 66. No word on the whereabouts of Vivienne or brothers Maddox, Pax and Knox, but let's hope they were in a warmer place! Five Filters featured article: Chilcot Inquiry. Available tools: PDF Newspaper, Full Text RSS, Term Extraction. |
| Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie (Brad Pitt, Angelina Jolie) - The Gaea Times Posted: 29 Dec 2009 12:29 AM PST Five Filters featured article: Chilcot Inquiry. Available tools: PDF Newspaper, Full Text RSS, Term Extraction. |
| Jennifer Aniston Love Shouted at Angelina Jolie Beau Brad Pitt on ... - National Ledger Posted: 31 Dec 2009 04:44 AM PST A bit of "Jennifer Aniston" love was shouted at her ex husband recently on a shopping trip. Pitt had a boys' night out with sons Maddox and Pax Maddox and Pax Jolie-Pitt joined their father and his younger brother Doug at Dave & Buster's restaurant in New York City's Times Square. The boys spent the afternoon at the arcade restaurant, with Pax winning a giant stuffed animal after his father helped at the controls of an over-sized crane that grabs the toys. And Maddox, eight, was taken with the life-size guns on the war game Razing Storm. An eyewitness said the film star handed out game cards to children playing in the arcade, according to reports. But when a crowd began gathering, the group decided to leave. The magazine reported that one onlooker yelled out, 'I love Jennifer Aniston!' to the amusement of his brother. Pitt was spotted the previous day on the set of wife Angelina Jolie's new film with their daughters Shiloh, three, and Zahara, who will be five next week. The family has been braving the sub-zero temperatures in New York as Angelina finishes several re-shoots of her action flick Salt. (Image: Splash News)
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