Hmm-hmmm-hmm. Intriguing. Quentin Tarantino on Blogger? MSNBC's The Scoop says the site is a fake but if it is, then it is pretty clever as the writer has been paying close attention to QT's speech patterns and imitates his propensity for saying "alright" every five seconds. Also, if "QT" does not want publicity for the site as he states on the blog, a denial from his spokesperson would be a great decoy. A mystery for the post-Rance era...
It's so good to know the paparazzi are there to follow stars 24/7. Imagine we should miss Britney going to the toilet! Or picking a DVD! I hope that when she picks her nose, a photographer will be there to get that all-important shot.
Apologies for the gap in postings. Recent developments on the Hilton front have simply left me feeling depressed. First Paris's busted lip, then the break-in, now she is dating Fred Durst and Nicky is doing a Britney in Vegas. To cap it all, Tinkerbell goes missing for a week. Whatever.
Talk about late-breaking news. I may be the last person on this planet to find out that Joan and Melissa Rivers have left E! and will now be found dispensing their fashion wisdom on the TV Guide Channel. Am I also the only person on this planet who has never heard of the TV Guide Channel? Incidentally Joan's website has a scary page that patches together a caricature of her head and the bodies of models sashaying down the catwalk. Wishful thinking. Babelogue spotted Joan at a party in Cannes a couple of years back and yep, the lady is stretched tighter than a drumskin.
Yeesh. Style.com features steaming pictures of Julianne Moore in the buff and posing as an icy blonde staring into broken glass. The result is reminiscent of Sophie Dahl in that Opium ad. Beautiful, but slightly scary.
Obnoxious former supermodel Janice Dickinson (the bitchy one from "America's Next Top Model") gives a charming account of her heyday in the business in an article for the Sunday Times Style magazine. Sample this tidbit:
"How far will your average supermodel go to look fabulous before, during and after the hot, hot days of a modelling career? Well, that era was a buffet of surgery, puking, drugs, booze and moments so horrifying that just remembering them gives me wrinkles."
Janice, who claims to have had sex with everyone from Jack Nicholson to Warren Beatty, helpfully adds: "It goes without saying that I don’t condone this as a weight-loss plan." It goes without saying, Janice.
Raising semantics to a new level this week is Richard Herman, the lawyer for the woman charged with stalking and threatening Catherine Zeta-Jones. Dawnette Knight reportedly threatened to cut the actress "to bits" or "slice her up like meat on a bone and feed her to the dogs", according to the New York Daily News. Herman says his client is being unfairly prosecuted because "she dared look sideways at a star". I hate to think what would happen if she looked a star square in the face.
Pamela Anderson is a woman of many guises -- pneumatic temptress, advice columnist and now author. Just don't ask her to comment on foreign policy. Pammie signed a crate of 100 copies of her novel "Star" for the soldiers in Iraq and her main concern was that no animals were being killed to feed the U.S. troops. The Scoop has the story:
“She had a really nice chat with the soldiers,” says the source. “She’s a big supporter of animal rights — she’s a spokeswoman for People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals — and was delighted to learn that the overseas troops actually have three different vegetarian meals to choose from.”
Thieves who broke into the home of Paris and Nicky Hilton last week used that cunning technique: opening the front door. Turns out Paris has lost her keys so many times she no longer bothered locking the house. This picture on Page Six has got to be the most unflattering since U.S. ELLE ran its spread of Paris looking comatose on a sofa at the Ritz Hotel in Paris (wait a minute -- doesn't her family own a rival chain of hotels?).
Captain Lightbulb award of the week goes to Benjamin Vanderford, the San Francisco bank employee who faked a video of an American being beheaded by Islamist kidnappers in Iraq. As if it wasn't enough to come up with this tasteless stunt, Vanderford insisted on receiving the world's media dressed in nothing but his grubby boxer shorts, giving us a full-blown view of his beer gut and hairy back. Thanks, we really needed that.
In a singular display of wit and verve, Paris Hilton has titled her debut album "Paris Is Burning". The debut single is aptly titled "Screwed" (that should really help us forget her sex tape) but there's a snag -- Haylie Duff (eh?) has recorded a song of the same name and a catfight is brewing over who gets to release it. Paris's version has conveniently leaked onto the Internet, a development her flak calls "disturbing". Yeh, it must be really inconvenient having the song out just when the album is looking for a distributor.
Burglars haul loot reported worth thousands of dollars from the Hollywood home of hotel heiresses Paris and Nicky Hilton. The house is described variously as lavish and modest. What's the deal, kids?
Check out the celebrity portraits of British artist Dawn Mellor. These include Courtney Love wallowing in the embrace of a grizzly bear and Madonna with a shotgun, dripping blood over a pack of hyenas. A tenner says she is not about to be profiled in "Hello!" magazine.
Sarah Jessica Parker channels Little Lord Fauntleroy in one of the first visuals from her upcoming press ad campaign for The Gap. Start cropping your jeans, girls.
Donatella in rehab shock! OK, I'm still on a roll with my stale headlines here. The New York Post reported last week that Donatella Versace has checked herself into rehab for a cocaine addiction. Babelogue is no stranger to the fashion scene but can honestly swear the naughtiest thing she has seen backstage at a show is someone smoking a joint. Still looking to spot those track marks between models' toes...PS: Donatella's daughter Allegra recently inherited 50 percent of the company. She is well on her way to looking as scary as Mom.
More belated jaw-droppers - you have to feel sorry for Paris Hilton. I mean, what is it like to have the brain of a leek? Paris decided to break up with the equally B-list Nick Carter while preparing for a magazine photoshoot and immediately dumped him over the phone -- but only after consulting her psychic. This from an interview with US Weekly:
"I was getting my makeup done, and it just hit me: I love Nick, but I need time alone. I called my psychic, and I asked her opinion. She thought I should be alone, and I agreed with her.
"I went straight to the Kabbalah Center and told everyone about the break-up and got a new bracelet. I go there regularly - it helps me with my life. It helps you deal."
I'm sure Chloe Sevigny will be thrilled. Vincent Gallo, who directed the indie actress in the stinker "The Brown Bunny", thinks she is such a talent that he has put up a 60-foot billboard on Sunset Boulevard in Los Angeles that shows her giving him a blow job. Wow! He must really think she has star quality! Either that, or he is stooping to the lowest depths to promote the reportedly unwatchable movie. UPDATE: Pic now available.
I'm just catching up with all the gossip I missed and this one really has me cackling. Sorry if I come across as a moron to all you gossip vultures...Kimora Lee Simmons of "America's Next Top Model" fame has been arrested for erratic driving. Catch her mugshot on thesmokinggun.com. It's a far cry from those Baby Phat ads where she poses with her maid and pets...oops, sorry, children.
Babelogue is back after spending the holidays not too far from her own doorstep. There is nothing like armchair travelling however and fellow blogger Jodyleia kindly directs to a fun website where you can create a map of the countries you have visited (http://www.world66.com/myworld66). This is a great one for people like me who have visited a single town in Russia, which makes the whole country show up in blood red on the map and thereby allows you to appear much more widely travelled than you actually are.
"Truth is stranger than fiction, but it is because fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities. Truth isn't."
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