I've always admired/feared the way the English grip their celebrities. It's such a very small island with just so maaaannnnyyyy tabloids. If you are famous at one time, even for one thing, you will continue to be covered, regardless of your having any sort of career, for many eons. If you are "of the moment" you will be covered to death. So, if you're among those soignée Harry Potter children (relevant, present, A-list) or if you were once a one-hit wonder or soap (or reality) actor who now has got gouty and unemployed, either way, you will be in magazines and papers, receiving all form of publicity, great and small. It's a shame how ready to out-mode--in general--Americans are, positively exiling all who/anything that lacks "freshness" or "power." But, however charmingly encompassing their coverage, it's also a shame how ruthless English schlock journalists can be, most likely to attack or smear, outright lie-tell. Anyhow...this above lady, Nicola Roberts, is a member of Girls Aloud, the most successful of a spate of U.K. reality television bands from the early aughts (como Danity Kane). They've had something like twenty top ten hits in the U.K., though a glance at the numbers, shows them peaking at #10 and #11 in 2008. They are reaching "the end of a glittery reign" perhaps? I'm out of touch with these dynamics overseas, but I get the distinct impression that Ms. Roberts is entering the "famous as a former famous person" phase of her Brit celebrity story arc. And--mall makeup aside--she has never looked better. There should be more breasts addressed this way in fay-shun, not as overspill, but as form, through sheer fabric, or none at all (como las Minoans). It's stripper by way of Mary Quant by way of Poiret, absolutely charming. And I imagine it's being roundly mocked (that's always a good sign). Here are some more views.
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Sep 22, 2009
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I've always admired/feared the way the English grip their celebrities. It's such a very small island with just so maaaannnnyyyy tabloids. If you are famous at one time, even for one thing, you will continue to be covered, regardless of your having any sort of career, for many eons. If you are "of the moment" you will be covered to death. So, if you're among those soignée Harry Potter children (relevant, present, A-list) or if you were once a one-hit wonder or soap (or reality) actor who now has got gouty and unemployed, either way, you will be in magazines and papers, receiving all form of publicity, great and small. It's a shame how ready to out-mode--in general--Americans are, positively exiling all who/anything that lacks "freshness" or "power." But, however charmingly encompassing their coverage, it's also a shame how ruthless English schlock journalists can be, most likely to attack or smear, outright lie-tell. Anyhow...this above lady, Nicola Roberts, is a member of Girls Aloud, the most successful of a spate of U.K. reality television bands from the early aughts (como Danity Kane). They've had something like twenty top ten hits in the U.K., though a glance at the numbers, shows them peaking at #10 and #11 in 2008. They are reaching "the end of a glittery reign" perhaps? I'm out of touch with these dynamics overseas, but I get the distinct impression that Ms. Roberts is entering the "famous as a former famous person" phase of her Brit celebrity story arc. And--mall makeup aside--she has never looked better. There should be more breasts addressed this way in fay-shun, not as overspill, but as form, through sheer fabric, or none at all (como las Minoans). It's stripper by way of Mary Quant by way of Poiret, absolutely charming. And I imagine it's being roundly mocked (that's always a good sign). Here are some more views.
Mar 10, 2009
big pictures
This morning's Hollywood gossip channels remark two very different actresses and their polar feelings about photographers and being photographed--
On the one hand, that little, underaged, gymnastics-stunted television star, Hayden Panettiere.
On the other, that little, wise and beautiful, divine fur coat-sporting, eating disorder-stunted movie star, Christina Ricci.
Obviously, it's unfair for me to compare these two. Ricci is a founding father, A&P is down with most anything she has to say (we don't even impeach her for Black Snake Moan--that shit was Craig's fault). Panettiere, on the other hand, is one of those of the younger generation that we spit on for fear of being prematurely aged by the Culture Industry and because dudes think she's hot and we disagree. However, with or without an oppositional quote from steady(ish), grown Ricci, Panettiere sounds over-dramatic and foolish. What kind of an upstart young actress doesn't want attention from reporters on a red-carpet? Long before these internets, when Mary Pickford and Douglas Fairbanks took their 1920 honeymoon press tour of Europe (yes, publicists were around before sound), a whistle stop appearance in Lenin's Moscow brought a crowd of over a million fans, a number of whom were trampled to death--so powerful and far-reaching was the celebrity created by our first cinema. I mean, talk about ruination! In later autobiography-authoring years, Pickford would recall that Soviet photo-op as the most miserable and frightening experience of her life.
I have a lot to say about tabloids, the imaging of celebrity, the desire to appear as a photograph; a large portion of my book on B. Spears is dedicated to popular imagery--paparazzi pictures, music videos, and television commercials. And, of course, I view much of this stuff as dangerous and violent, but working actors do press. It's simply part of their job, and don't tell me anyone who becomes an actor isn't categorically attention-seeking, particularly child-actors like these two. Methinks Miss Panettiere has delusions of grandeur, a notion that she is the sort of Hollywood star who has passed into the heady death valley of people-turned-visual-icons. She is not. She is a girl on a primetime drama who dates her costar and has some generationally ordained name recognition and maybe a few magazine covers (Self, Seventeen...?). Lady needs the Entertainment Tonight correspondents of the world to affirm her employee status and keep her afloat (working past the age of 25). Lawd.
On the one hand, that little, underaged, gymnastics-stunted television star, Hayden Panettiere.
On the other, that little, wise and beautiful, divine fur coat-sporting, eating disorder-stunted movie star, Christina Ricci.
Obviously, it's unfair for me to compare these two. Ricci is a founding father, A&P is down with most anything she has to say (we don't even impeach her for Black Snake Moan--that shit was Craig's fault). Panettiere, on the other hand, is one of those of the younger generation that we spit on for fear of being prematurely aged by the Culture Industry and because dudes think she's hot and we disagree. However, with or without an oppositional quote from steady(ish), grown Ricci, Panettiere sounds over-dramatic and foolish. What kind of an upstart young actress doesn't want attention from reporters on a red-carpet? Long before these internets, when Mary Pickford and Douglas Fairbanks took their 1920 honeymoon press tour of Europe (yes, publicists were around before sound), a whistle stop appearance in Lenin's Moscow brought a crowd of over a million fans, a number of whom were trampled to death--so powerful and far-reaching was the celebrity created by our first cinema. I mean, talk about ruination! In later autobiography-authoring years, Pickford would recall that Soviet photo-op as the most miserable and frightening experience of her life.
I have a lot to say about tabloids, the imaging of celebrity, the desire to appear as a photograph; a large portion of my book on B. Spears is dedicated to popular imagery--paparazzi pictures, music videos, and television commercials. And, of course, I view much of this stuff as dangerous and violent, but working actors do press. It's simply part of their job, and don't tell me anyone who becomes an actor isn't categorically attention-seeking, particularly child-actors like these two. Methinks Miss Panettiere has delusions of grandeur, a notion that she is the sort of Hollywood star who has passed into the heady death valley of people-turned-visual-icons. She is not. She is a girl on a primetime drama who dates her costar and has some generationally ordained name recognition and maybe a few magazine covers (Self, Seventeen...?). Lady needs the Entertainment Tonight correspondents of the world to affirm her employee status and keep her afloat (working past the age of 25). Lawd.
Dec 3, 2008
habitual linesteppers who habitually linestep
Enquirer—back in 2006, you published beautiful photographs of Whitney's crack-den, rife with self-help books and Newport 100's and tabloids and beer cans fashioned into pipes, and for that, I am forever grateful. However, I do not endorse your dragging The Mr. and Mrs. Kelly Ripas through the fictioned muck. Some things are sacred.
Nov 25, 2008
Verses
AMY WINEHOUSE was back in hospital last night after a drink and drugs binge – sparked by a screaming match with husband BLAKE down the phone.
By PETE SAMSON
Deputy Bizarre Editor, The Sun (November 25, 2008)
The junkie diva, 25, was rushed to a London clinic after collapsing with a “seizure” during the bender.
Doctors performed a battery of tests – and were yesterday continuing to monitor her.
A source close to the troubled singer said of the phone bust-up with her hubby following his release from jail: “They had a screaming row. She was beside herself after the call – and she just totally lost it.”
Rehab
As Amy recovered in hospital yesterday, her druggie husband, 26 – out on early release – failed to get a cut in his 27-month sentence for attacking a pub landlord and perverting justice by trying to cover it up.
Tests ... clinic in central London
A condition of being let out is that he completes the remainder of his term at a rehab clinic.
As he left London’s Court of Appeal, he said of his wife: “I’m in love with her.”
Amy is paying his £32,000 treatment fee but has not visited him. Pals claim she wants to sever ties.
One said: “While Blake was inside Amy looked like she was finally getting her life back together.”
The source said: “It didn’t stop until she was on the floor on Sunday. She has ended up in hospital a few times after similar drink and drugs related seizures. If she carries on, one of these incidents will be her last.”
Amy’s spokesman confirmed she was taken to hospital on Sunday but claimed she had “a bad reaction to the combination of medication she has currently been prescribed.”
OMG! He's a poof!
And wonderfully flagrant! I like this little vampyr teen idol so much more now; he's George Michael in 1990, but (G-d forgive me) better looking and coifed like a Thatcher-era Lord Byron.
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