"No waaayy, man, that's not her!"
Resenting the photo showed to me, I turned my back to rummage through a stack of "I am Sam" photo print-outs from my trunk. "Now this, is Dakota."
The picture my friend showed me captured an elegantly-clad lady, posing at the People's Choice Awards (PPC) 2009's Red Carpet. It was indeed Dakota Fanning. Her single-strapped electric blue number brought out the best in her eyes. She's fourteen, what else should I expect? She's grown into a beautiful, fine young lady. A bit difficult to accept, especially for us who've fixated our impressions tha Dakota Fanning will forever be a short-haired, wide-eyed little princess.
She beamed the most radiant smile as she posed for the camera. The night before, she was already awarded the Rising Star Award at the 20th Annual Palm Springs International Film Festival. She was casted in the independent film, The Secret Life of Bees, which won Favorite Movie Drama (up against 21 and Eagle Eye) and Favorite Independent Movie (up against The Duchess and Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day) at the PPC '09.
Archive for January 2009
It must have been terribly difficult for the Travoltas to utter words of cheer in welcoming the new year. I may not be a parent yet, but the news of their eldest son’s death broke my heart into pieces. I could just imagine how deafening it must’ve been in the
Losing Jett was already too much pain. The last thing that the family needed was to hear speculations relating their son’s death to Scientology and autism. We live in a democratic country, I know, but can’t we just hold our tongues for just a teensy-weensy moment? A little respect for a grieving family won’t rob