If you are as big of an Oprah fan as I am — (I have been watching since I was 8, have written multiple letters trying to get on the show, and own the exhaustive Oprah Anniversary DVD collection. Moral of story, I heart Oprah.) — then you are also feeling bitter that you weren’t able to force yourself aboard Oprah’s debaucherous 10-day cruise with her 2,000 most valued employees and, err…gal pal…Gayle. Steadman couldn’t make it, AGAIN. No comment. While I was at home sweating in my humid apartment and taking cold showers while imagining that I was in a swimming pool, Oprah’s crew was tearing it up on the open seas. After the jump, the top 5 reasons I really missed out. Keep reading »
The website that allows you to tell dozens, hundreds – or if you are Ashton Kutcher – a million-plus friends what you are doing, how you’re doing and who you’re doing it with continues to catch on like swine flu. But the ease with which you can share and respond to friends is infecting Twitterers with a condition I like to call T.M.T: “Too Much Tweeting” named after T.M.I “Too Much Information.” No one suffers from this worse than naturally narcissistic celebs. Stars keep turning to the site to inform us of everything from their bowel movements to their “dark places.” After the jump, celebrities OVERSHARING. [Spelling/grammatical errors not our own!-- Editor] Keep reading »
Most of us insignificant peons have no idea what it’s like to be hounded by the paps. And I on occasion have thought celebs should just suck it up because if no one cares about you, then your celebrity is over. But they can soon mount a counter defense against the paparazzi: Adam Harvey is the genius behind the Anti-Paparazzi Clutch that gives off a bright flash when it detects a flash from a camera. The result is an obscured photo, which for the paps means no check. The clutch will have a limited release in early Spring 2010. Until then, annoyed celebrities will continue to scowl and hide behind a hood or bodyguard. Or they could just render paparazzi photos useless by hiring a photog to follow them, and then give the photos to the tabloids. [Ed Note: SNAP.] Keep reading »
Imagine you are sitting in your high school English class. On your right sits Mischa Barton, soon to star on a show called the OC. On your left sits Alexandra Daddario, star on the soap opera All My Children. Behind you sits Tell Carlson, male supermodel and star of Christian Dior’s 2004 spring and summer campaign. In front of you your English teacher complains that Sarah Michelle Gellar and Julia Stiles never moaned when they read Pride and Prejudice in his class a few years ago. Class ends. You walk down the hall with your friend Polly Baird, a cast member of Broadway’s Phantom of the Opera, when Scarlett Johansson stops you and asks if she can retake your year book picture. Apparently the one she took of you last week didn’t turn out very well.
This scene is not a description from High School Musical 3 (though no one bats an eye lash when people randomly break out into song and dance), but rather one of my memory’s as a ballet dancer and student on an average day at the Professional Children’s School. Keep reading »
Every morning I peruse the daily newspapers and online blogs to see what has been going on in the world while I slept. Sometimes I am waking up refreshed from a good nights sleep, sometimes I am a zombie and every blue moon I am hungover. The morning after a night out is always a bit rough, but my crankiness increases exponentially when I see millions of hot celebs pictured frolicking about NYC the night before. WTF? I was out last night. I was somewhere cool and trendy, so where was Rihana? Where was Robert Pattinson? Gossip Girl is filming everywhere around the city and yet nary a sighting. Apparently every hot celebs is currently filming or partying in NYC, so why haven’t I seen any? Celebs eat at restaurants, walk down the street and shop at boutiques. So why aren’t they doing any of these near me? Keep reading »
Holy crackers. I saw the first of these photos featuring Bruce Willis and his newish wife Emma in the July issue of W magazine, and I was like, Wahh? They are weird. But, hey! Whatever floats your boat. Of course, they’re shot by Steven Klein, who’s always doing strange things. The header reads: “For years Bruce Willis vowed he’d never marry again. Then the movie star met sizzling Emma Heming, and she changed his mind—and his life.” Apparently! At the imaginary Honeymoon Hotel, Emma dons full fur head-and-body gear to straddle a practically naked Bruce in the kitchen. After that, they do a bunch of other kinky stuff. Mostly, Emma wanders around looking like a young Demi and Bruce sort of lets it happen. I don’t know. It’s all a little disconcerting. In the accompanying profile of the couple, they talk about making out in public, how Bruce went from “F— love” to “Love is truly the answer,” and hanging out with Ashton Kutcher. Did you know Bruce used to stutter? True story. [W] Keep reading »