Comments on: Christina naked photos http://www.doodiestain.com/christina-completely-nude-spread.html When it comes to celebrity photos, the more naked the better. Wed, 22 Sep 2010 01:11:40 -0400 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.8.2 hourly 1 By: celebrity photos http://www.doodiestain.com/christina-completely-nude-spread.html/comment-page-1#comment-281 celebrity photos Tue, 19 Jun 2007 18:17:53 +0000 http://www.doodiestain.com/christina-completely-nude-spread.html#comment-281 At Prince’s party, all Earth-based reality is negotiable. Everything gets suffused with an erotic glow. Women look hotter, genders get fluid, animals strike curious poses—it’s crazy. Look: There’s Salma Hayek in a black dress, bending forward on a sofa for some heart-stopping décolletage. There’s Marilyn Manson, escorting fedora-topped burlesque queen Dita Von Teese. There’s Paris Hilton canoodling with Stavros Niarchos. Heath Ledger canoodling with Michelle Williams. Cameron Diaz canoodling with Justin Timberlake. It’s like an A-list Eyes Wide Shut here in the dark, VIP-only nightclub Teddy’s in L.A.’s lavish Hollywood Roosevelt Hotel. And there, moving smoothly behind the crowd-parting prow of an all-business bodyguard, is a petite, platinum-blond synthesis of the whole retro-futurist, glam-louche, New-Old-Hollywood spectacle: Christina Aguilera. In recent years, Aguilera’s look has been changeable to near unrecognizability: from blond to raven-haired to redheaded, coquettish to slutty to whatever it is you are when you’re in a soul-kissing-Madonna sandwich with Britney Spears. But however you described her, words like elegant and classic probably went unmolested. Not tonight. Though she’s club-casual in white V-neck cashmere hoodie, dark jeans, and leopard-print high heels, Aguilera’s spit-curl coif, bright red Kewpie doll lips, and sparkling ruby barrette suggest an R&B Jean Harlow. This is Aguilera 3.0: a Jazz Age Broadway-baby songbird. And from the looks of things—let’s see if I get this right—girlfriend is working it. “I really try to live out whatever I’m doing with the music in my life,” says the formidably self-assured 25-year-old. “Like now, even when I’m only going to be in the studio, I never go without bright red lipstick.” At Prince’s party, all Earth-based reality is negotiable. Everything gets suffused with an erotic glow. Women look hotter, genders get fluid, animals strike curious poses—it’s crazy. Look: There’s Salma Hayek in a black dress, bending forward on a sofa for some heart-stopping décolletage. There’s Marilyn Manson, escorting fedora-topped burlesque queen Dita Von Teese. There’s Paris Hilton canoodling with Stavros Niarchos. Heath Ledger canoodling with Michelle Williams. Cameron Diaz canoodling with Justin Timberlake. It’s like an A-list Eyes Wide Shut here in the dark, VIP-only nightclub Teddy’s in L.A.’s lavish Hollywood Roosevelt Hotel. And there, moving smoothly behind the crowd-parting prow of an all-business bodyguard, is a petite, platinum-blond synthesis of the whole retro-futurist, glam-louche, New-Old-Hollywood spectacle: Christina Aguilera.

In recent years, Aguilera’s look has been changeable to near unrecognizability: from blond to raven-haired to redheaded, coquettish to slutty to whatever it is you are when you’re in a soul-kissing-Madonna sandwich with Britney Spears. But however you described her, words like elegant and classic probably went unmolested. Not tonight. Though she’s club-casual in white V-neck cashmere hoodie, dark jeans, and leopard-print high heels, Aguilera’s spit-curl coif, bright red Kewpie doll lips, and sparkling ruby barrette suggest an R&B Jean Harlow. This is Aguilera 3.0: a Jazz Age Broadway-baby songbird. And from the looks of things—let’s see if I get this right—girlfriend is working it. “I really try to live out whatever I’m doing with the music in my life,” says the formidably self-assured 25-year-old. “Like now, even when I’m only going to be in the studio, I never go without bright red lipstick.”

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