<![CDATA[Gawker: defamer, gallery]]> http://tags.gawker.com/assets/base/img/thumbs140x140/gawker.com.png <![CDATA[Gawker: defamer, gallery]]> http://gawker.com/tag/defamer/gallery http://gawker.com/tag/defamer/gallery <![CDATA[Spoiler Filled Stills From Iron Man 2: What's Happening To Tony?]]> Last night the first ever trailer for Iron Man 2 was released, and it is jam-packed with spoilery goodies. Here's a shot-by-shot break down of what we noticed.

Uh oh, Pepper looks pissed. And Tony looks alone. What happened to all his friends?

Garry Shandling makes his big debut as Senator Stern, so Tony mocks him, naturally.

See Tony is alone. Empty chairs. Empty soul. It's lonely at the top.

But wait, it's Rhodey, he's back...and he looks pissed. And who's that to Rhodey's left? It's Sam Rockwell, as Justin Hammer. Did they walk in together? And where did Pepper go? Where's Happy?

Same sexual chemistry between Pepper and Tony, check. But then again I think RDJ is so charming he could have chemistry with a lamp post... lucky lamp post.

Iron Man is America, and a rock star. And look in the background — it's the Iron Man dancers, thus proving the slutty Halloween rule to be true: any outfit can be made whorish.

These gloves could very well be the best little party favors ever. Please hand these out at Comic Con!

Whiplash is obsessed. See? See? He has newspaper clippings. And newspaper clipping are to stalkers what glasses are to shy mousy girls with a hot girl dying to get out inside: stereotypical. But let's assume that since he's spent so much time cataloguing the family story, that this grudge may go way, way back. Since he's had time to make a scrap book.

Who hit Tony?

The garage is all cleaned up and stocked with new rich guy toys. Bruce Wayne who?

What is happening to Tony's neck?

Yikes it's spreading. Tony is literally turning into an Iron Man. Also, he could be turning into a human computer, which has happened in the Iron Man comics before.

More Justin Hammer, and in perfect timing with Whiplash's "shark" comment.

Nick Fury just wants to get motherfucking Tony onto the motherfucking team.

More Iron Man-ettes. I suspect this may be a banner year for the cosplay fans.

Scarlett Johansson as Natasha Romanoff in her Black Widow "business casual" attire.

War Machine prototype!

Is the Black Widow working for Rhodey? Is that her in the background?

Black Widow in her ass kicking attire, is she beating up Happy? I bet Jon Favreau just loved that.

Whiplash finally shows us what his lightsaber whips can do — which is break Tony's car.

Which he does.

I'm still not sold on the Whiplash outfit, but it does look pretty bad ass from behind.

Uh oh — will Tony be Whiplashed in half, or will the bad guy just show off some more? Answer: Show off.

Whiplash has nasty metal mouth.

What is this flying contraption? It looks like it's shooting at Iron Man? Multiple Mecha suits?

A first look at War Machine, and Tony's new suit, with a triangle chest plate. Is this due to the metal veins? Also the background is filled with power suits, almost like an Armor War...

War Machine and Tony fight other mechas and you get a faceful of War Machines shoulder gun, and Tony's fully reconstructed suit, Mark VI. Very nice. So who thinks they are filming the Armor Wars story?

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<![CDATA[On Vacation with Jon Hamm]]> Well here you go. Best Week Ever managed to get their grubby mitts on some images of Mad Men hunky-dory Jon Hamm on a (maybe fake? maybe ad campaign? maybe real? who cares, really) vacation, playing boardgames, smoking, and drinking.

Of course, you're just looking at pictures. So there'll be none of that under-the-dinner-table footsie, followed by wine-twinged strolls in the sand, followed by darkened bedroom murmurs. Nope! None of that. You're at work, surrounded by jerks, pretending. Happy boozy Tuesdee.

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<![CDATA[The Oscar Parties You'll Never Be Invited To]]> While you sat on the couch bleary-eyed and stunned that you lost your Oscar pool, the rich and famous schmoozed and drank til dawn. To share the experience, we have a gallery for you.

Photos from the Vanity Fair party red carpet are via AP. Governors' Ball photos are via Getty.


Diablo Cody's life is better than yours.


Ginnfer Goodwin: We're just not that into that dress you're in. (That's a joke about that movie she's in, How to Lose a Guy While Raising Helen in the Sex City, All This Being Done While Wearing Prada).


Melissa Leo, Kevin Kline, and Phoebe Cates are probably telling each other fart jokes.


Sarah Jessica Parker is still wearing that dress.


Anne Hathaway checks every fifteen minutes to make sure her butt is still there.


Debra Messing recently fired her stylist Rachel Zoe. Her new stylist is a 74-year-old Persian rug maker she met on Atlantic Avenue.


Jennifer Aniston and John Mayer: The happiest couple in Hollywood.


Abbie Cornish and Ryan Phillipe: Cheaters!!!


Adrien Brody moves in on Slumdog Dev Patel's girl, Freida Pinto.


Marisa Tomei, 44, entertains a trio of young men.


What's become of Naomi Watts?


Robert Downey Jr. is either snapping or telling the camera people how he really feels.


Shirley MacLaine hopes that if she stays perfectly still, it will go away.


Meryl Streep checks every fifteen minutes and yes, goddammit to hell, Anne Hathaway is still there.


Oh never mind, Freida. Dev Patel has a new beloved.


Penelope Cruz: "Ith made offff yold!"


"Cigarette, Sean Penn?" "Why yes, thank you Robin Wright Penn."


This is Kate Winslet's life for the next forty years.


Oh poor Dev. Cuckolded again. This time by Danny Boyle


Hah. Sad old Jessica Biel changed out of her ugly dress into... an uglier one.

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<![CDATA[Red Carpet Oscar Fashions]]> Evening! The celebrities are stumbling down the red carpet into the Kodak Theater for the Academy Awards right now. Keep checking here for updates on all the fashionz. Also, someone please smack Ben Lyons.

All images via Getty and AP


Miley Cyrus has 'Gone Green', and is thus wearing a dress made entirely of kale.


Emile Hirsh: Tiny nom nom nom snack.


TV Guide host Lisa Rinna has just returned from a vacation on the surface of the sun.


Virginia Madsen: Divine


Milk scribe Dustin Lance Black (with Cleve Jones) is just too good looking to be a writer. But he is!


Oh, Zac Efron


Zac's professional girlfriend, Vanessa Hudgens, wears John Galliano for the Glad Family of Products.


Slumdog Millionaire stars Dev Patel and Freida Pinto should be made into a stew, because they are delicious. Mulligatawny!


Benjamin Button nominee Taraji P. Henson looks like a black version of my dear friend from college, Jackie. Hi black Jackie!


Melissa Leo: Princess of Power!


"Halo! I am Heidi Klum! German noodle, kitten kaboodle! In Germany we have flamingos that we call Standy Birds. Halo Standy Bird, you are me! I'm German!"


Sarah Jessica Parker just wants someone to marry her. Someone, you know, real.


Some detailing on that dress. And on that relationship.


Viola Davis looks terrific. And like an Oscar. I hope she wins.


Sigh, Diane Lane. Unfaithful was a long time ago.


Amy Adams: The Devil's wife.


Marisa Tomei couldn't decide which white-ish dress to wear, so she wore all of them.


Amanda Seyfried: B'oh!


Ohhhh the vampire! Eat me Robert Pattinson! Eat meeee!!


Leslie Mann, funny wife of Judd Apatow, skinned a disco ball.


Beyoncé. My friend Kelly tells me she'd "put a ring on it." I'd put a bag over it.


Mickey Rourke will show you to your table.


Penelope Cruz ith Au'rey Hepburn. (That is how you type in a Spanish accent, btw.)


Angelina Jolie is wearing a black dress. Fascinating.


Jessica Biel goofed the floof.


Dark Knight fan Kate Winslet in her Harvey "Two Face" Dent costume.


Marion Cotillard will explode tonight.


Evan Rachel Wood is sad about being Evan Rachel Wood.


A teenage boy and his fifty-something-year-old father just fainted. Thanks, Meryl Streep.


Alicia Keys: Stunning.


Lovely old ladies being lovely and old together. I think I had Sophia Loren's dress for dessert last night.


Tilda Swinton's top half is full of raked leaves.


Anne Hathaway is too skinny. Her dates are too gold.

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<![CDATA[Michael Jackson's Jewel-Encrusted Neverland Auction]]> Having tried to block it for years, a broke Michael Jackson has finally agreed to auction off a large collection of his belongings. Auctioneers for Julien's Auctions were let into Neverland Ranch to ransack it.

Well, maybe 'ransack' isn't fair, but they did take a hefty amount of the poor sad ruined singer's belongings. Jewel encrusted pants, lavish statuary, various child-sized automobiles. A King of Pop's ransom in bizarre seduction toys, really. Here are a few examples:


Elizabethan portrait, $4,000-6,000



Swarovski crystal-studded glove, $1,000-1,500



Rhinestone-studded socks, $600-800



Full-length red velvet cape with detachable faux ermine collar with gold rope trim, gold metal cross brooch with faux cabachon gems and satin lining, $300-500



Golf cart with image of Jackson as Peter Pan on hood, $4,000-6,000



Michael Jackson robot head from the film Moonwalker, $2,000-3,000



Old Sega flight simulator game with attendant's station, $4,000-6,000



Belt and other jewels from Moonwalker costumes, $1,000-1,500



Hanging swing with elaborate wood carvings, $1,200-1,800



Rolls Royce limousine with custom interior designed by Jackson, $140,000-160,000



A little fire engine tea kettle. $100-200

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<![CDATA[The Trick To World Peace? Give A Star A T-Shirt And A Pen]]> Mother Theresa could have saved herself so much time if she'd just learned that the trick to saving the world is just to sign up a few celebrities, get them to doodle on an American Apparel tee, and sell the result for charity! Lately, this rather labor unintensive mode of giving back has been running rampant, with celebrities lined up to draw stick figures like five-year-olds at a birthday party waiting to decorate their own cupcakes. Of course, within this spectrum is a wide range of commitment (and skill) levels, ranging from the truly half-assed to the off-puttingly earnest. Which is all very laudable. And then, apparently, people buy them: Bono and, most recently, Elettra Weidemann, have enlisted loads of celebs for their respective tee initiatives and when the one-offs go up for auction, they always bring in the big bucks. After all, who wouldn't want a Billy Baldwin original? Hundreds of seconds of compassion and effort — with accompanying captions, naturally — after the jump.



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<![CDATA[The Downtown Art Walk Review (In Which I Pretend I Know Fuck-all About Art)]]>

As an ex-New Yorker who is brand spanking new to L.A., the concept of downtown being a dead zone is quite strange. And having only driven through late at night (going the wrong way, on a one-way street, natch) I was curious to see what an L.A. downtown art walk would be like (held every second Thursday of the month from 12 to 9). Art Walks in Seattle’s Pioneer Square were fun, but were too often filled with "Look ma, I has knitted you a rainbow hat!"—a/k/a bad hippie art. And the Chelsea Art Walks in NYC were impenetrable and thick with snobbery and unintentional comedy: rich people wearing all black, posing seriously in front of pictures with their heads cocked just so to the sides. L.A.’s version proved to be far more pleasant and interesting—exhilarating even. Won't you join along as I take you on a photographic tour?

A fellow recently-imported New Yorker joined me via the red line subway, which she reported “was clean and pleasant, with no rats, and not too many people,” and arrived unscathed at our meeting place on Fifth and Main at the Spring Arts Collective Gallery, where the highlight (for me anyway), was a Cabbage Patch doll’s decapitated head in a cage by Kim Ye, and a series of twisted paintings where all the twee-looking subjects appeared to be peeing at the adjacent Clair Obscur Gallery.

That artist, Mari Araki, was part of an exhibit called Storybook Paintings. Also in that collection, were a series of extremely well done Tim Burton-esque fantasy paintings by Dany Paragouteva that seemed like they should be in a strange children’s book.

Around the corner, there was a room with eerie red lighting; and string of drawings formed a narrow hallway, which led to… a guy playing a harp. There were a cluster of beat up TVs, improbably, old toy Gizmos.

Said a guy sitting nearby, “Come back at 8:30, it’ll all come together.” We found out later this was the Soul or System. (Get it? Solar system! Or Soul system! Gah.)

Down the street we found a few huge photo realistic paintings. One was a close up of a hand being scorched by a lighter. The color was dark and rich and very carefully done. Then we noticed a man sitting in a rusty chair next to the paintings; he looked like he was part of the exhibit. It turned out to be the artist himself, Josh Talbott, who explained that he had done all the large painting in a studio in New York when he was hobbled with a broken leg, and then had to ship the monsters out to L.A.

The best collection was the LA Art Girl’s at the Phantom Gallery. For one thing, there was a unicorn.

There was also a giant gas mask.

And there was this piece (we couldn't figure out who did it.)

There was also a fundraising 'garage sale' called Selling In by Felis Stella (of which the proceeds went to Alzheimer's Association and the Cancer Research Institute). For sale: "Grandma's sewing machine."

This female-centric show was miles better than the one titled, "Where The Girls Are," featuring tiles of overexposed Dita Von Teese and a "performance art" piece by Tiffany Trenda called "Death of an Icon," in which she dances to Madonna's "Open Your Heart" video and then gets shot. The piece ends when a curator puts a card next to the bleeding artist and calls it a work of art. Just, no.

We made our way around to the other street, and found a clusterfuck of people on the sidewalks. It was after 7 by now, and the area was starting to fill up. There was a guy playing the sax next to a giant skull; a few feet away, a guy and his friend got to work redecorating a sofa with spraypaint and markers.

We were lured into one place with the promise that spoken word poetry by people from Greenwich Village would be on offer; instead, it seemed to be a community meeting about the overabundance of police in Skid Row. Next door, an exhibition of homeless art was mostly bad, except for a few pieces, including those of Darlene Altemeier.

Off the beaten path, a sidewalk sign with an arrow led us to Crewest, a pretty fab all-things-graffiti subculture shop. They had a minimalist funk band jamming the back room; someone doing screenprints; and a smorgasbord of interesting, politicized anti-police art, including the biting piece of commentary above and at right.

Last, but not least, the store Pussy & Pooch had an exhibition in its back room of cool animal paintings—like this pug.

But that, it turned out, was not the piece de resistance. That turned out to be cuts of fake lawn that you can buy from Petapotty.com, in case you don't have a yard. They can come complete with a hydrant.

Here's a Petapotty in action.

And with that image, I bid you adieu!

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<![CDATA[The Smokey Bunch: Young Hollywood Just Can't Quit Cigs]]> Loose-lipped Jack Black has recently decided to abandon his pre-married man habits like staying up too late with “beer” and “dudes,” but by far the most impressive habit Black claims to have kicked is smoking. Though we don't really immediately picture a carton of cigarettes when thinking of the Brangelina baby blabber, there are more than a few stars who we see smoking so often we automatically reach for a cancer stick whenever we see them on-screen. So who are the smokiest chimneys in Hollywood these days? We put together a list of the newbies and their predecessors, all of whom we feel should be notified that Joshua Kelley, no matter what Heigl has told them, is not, in fact, an ashtray:

Though Jack Nicholson and Dennis Hopper may have dropped LSD together and smoked a reported 155 joints in a row for just one Easy Rider scene, pictures of the legends puffing on cigars still pop up on the internets to this day. Along with Keith Richards, who continued to prove his immortality by walking this year's Shine A Light red carpet in NY with an ever-present cigarette, Hollywood's most infamous chimneys have been replaced by even heavier habit-afflicted youngsters. Mary-Kate Olsen is so addicted to her Marlboro Reds that she regularly lights up in gala bathrooms, while Shia LaBeouf recently set off security alarms at the Smithsonian in between shooting scenes for Transformers 2 because the bitch-slapper lit up in the john. And we're all well aware that chain-smoker Sam Ronson appears to have gotten lesbionic BFF Lindsay Lohan hooked — though all the straight edge forces within not-so-straight bestie T.R. Knight still haven't done much to come between Heigl and her American Spirits. Which is actually fine with us — the "throatier" her laugh, the weaker her chances of becoming the next Julia Roberts become!

[Photo credits: Wireimage, That Computer Guy, Skinny Celebrities, Extra TV, Just Jared]

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<![CDATA[Meat Lover Jessica Simpson Becomes Latest Celebrity To Face Snarky Wrath Of PETA]]> No blog, talking head or alcoholic British songbird can compete with PETA when it comes to snark. For decades, the animal lovers have verbally beheaded countless starlets for their fur and snakeskin accessories, but only recently have their targets bitten back. After seeing a recent photo of plumper-than-usual Jessica Simpson sporting one of those so-last-season message t-shirts reading “Real Girls Eat Meat,” we wondered how many of her peers have boldly set themselves up for one of PETA’s trademark white powder massacres. Having called Nicole Richie “an incredible shrinking woman with the heart to match,” advising Ashley Olsen that “wearing fur does add 20 pounds, but if [she] wants to fill out her frame, we suggest using a fork instead,” and telling Lindsay Lohan “there's no road to recovery for the foxes who are anally electrocuted so that you can look skanky,” has PETA inspired any other starlets to publicly react just as vehemently? We take a look at the ongoing battles after the jump.

After making PETA's 2005 Worst Dressed List and earning particularly mean reason from the group's trademark bag of bitchy tricks, ("If she keeps on wearing fur and eating at Carl's Jr., she'll be back on the list next year as Star Jones."), Paris allegedly sat through animal torture videos from China and promised to stop wearing fur. As a reward, PETA removed the "heirhead" from next year's list. Christina Ricci followed a similar path after making the 2006 list, sitting through a Martha Stewart expose (shudder) on how mean it is to hurt the fuzzy wuzzies, and PETA obliged by removing her from the list as well. And the always crafty Lindsay Lohan managed to put a stop to her inclusion on the 06 list before its release date by assuring the PETA prez she was working on "weeding out" fur from her wardrobe. Too bad last month's whole fur bandit shenanigans didn't exactly make our favorite chic lesbian look like a woman who keeps her word.

As for those stars who've decided to fight back against all the haters at PETA, Ashley and Mary Kate Olsen have made the Worst Dressed List more than a few times, but quietly made their reactions known by including tons of animal fur in their clothing collection last year. As for the queen of Best Dressed Lists (just not PETA's), fur lover extraordinaire Kate Moss has continued to sport everything from beaver to rabbit to mink to who knows what kind of lizard skin onesies after hours despite PETA's threats and cutting remarks ("Nothing completes the transition from supermodel to super tramp like a fur coat.")

Bonus: Britney Spears, endless black hole of lovely surprises, was cut from PETA's poll earlier this year because, according to a PETA spokesperson, she "needed a break." While it doesn't quite fully endear us to the red paint sabotage army, we can't help but think that it's a positive gesture.

[Photo Credit: X17, Bauer-Griffin]

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<![CDATA[Watch Out Kelly Lynch! Behind You!]]>

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Oh No! It's Brett Ratner! Watch out! He's got that look of love in his eyes!

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Kelly Lynch! Make sure he doesn't try to steal second base!

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<![CDATA[The Secret To Looking As 'Fit' As Gwyneth And Beyonce? Starve Yourself Silly, Of Course!]]> Coming in at number two right after Lesbian Chic on the list of 2008's hottest celebrity trends is the slim fast phenomenon sweeping the pounds off Catherine Zeta-Jones’ ass, Britney Spears’ arms, and pretty much every inch of co-starvation partners Katie Holmes and Victoria Beckham. But of course, when Queen of Female Mind Control Oprah Winfrey puts in her two cents on the dieting front, every housewife and Oprah wannabe begins taking dutiful notes on how exactly she’ll take a few pounds off this time around. And according to a piece in the NY Daily News, Detox is the word. From Gwyneth and Beyonce to Ralph Fiennes and Vince Vaughn, these four varieties of temporary "cleansing" yourself are the current diet du jour. And of course, the question is: does it work? And more importantly, is giving up our nightly vino and succumbing to regular colonics worth looking like a lollipop head? Which celebrities are using which method, and visual evidence of their results, if any, after the jump.

Martha's Vineyard Detox Diet: Followers include ridiculously skin-and-bones supe Gisele Bundchen, weight loss master Robin Quivers and the muscular Madonna. The 21-day detox promises devotees to shed 21 pounds in that many days "by subsisting on live juices, enzymes - and regular colonics." Fun!

The Master Cleanser: Reportedly what Beyonce used in order to nab her Dreamgirls role, Vince Vaughn allegedly follows the lemon juice liquid diet, and Jared Leto shed his Chapter 27 weight by drinking the "water mixed with lemon, maple syrup and cayenne pepper" cocktail as well. Yum!

Dr. Joshi's Holistic Detox: Fans include the clavicle-flashing Gwyneth Paltrow, original waif Kate Moss and currently slim Ralph Fiennes. The main focus is avoiding acidic and toxic foods, but the downside hardly sounds worth it, and sort of explains Kate's moody expressions in photo after photo: "Users report headaches, stomach pains, nausea and fatigue." Even more fun!

[Photo credits: Getty, Wireimage, FilmMagic]

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<![CDATA[Three Simple Rules For Getting Lindsay Lohan To Work On Time]]> Yesterday marked Lindsay Lohan's first day on the set of Labor Pains, her first paying film role since the abominable "stripper with dueling personas" fiasco that was I Know Who Killed Me. And while we can’t imagine that the prospect of actually working (not to mention faking on-screen love with male co-stars) was leaving Lohan with anything other than a frowny face, somebody on the set had a really good idea as to how to motivate her. As these pictures show, it took only three things to cheer the seemingly sober-these-days star up to levels not previously seen since the Mean Girls days — too bad each of the vices things in question (including the delivery woman) aren’t exactly good for her health.

After some time spent apart since their overseas girl-on-girl liplock heard 'round the world, hot item of the season Lindsay Lohan and Samantha Ronson finally reunited on the sunny Montreal Woodland Hills set of the fake-pregnancy caper. And though Lohan certainly looked relieved to see her favorite live-in girlfriend, her expression quickly turned south towards Ronson's goodie-packed hand. A hand bearing gifts like Red Bull (uppers!), Marlboro Reds (every healing junkie's favorite drug!) and some belly-tickling fingers Ronson used to remind Lohan just how much she loves the female touch.

[Photo credits: Splash]

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<![CDATA[Britney Spears Lets Her Weave Down On Mel Gibson-Funded Vacation, But Who's The Mystery Man?]]> Jennifer Aniston did it first, quickly followed by Blake Lively. Now Britney Spears has pulled out this spring’s most reliable accessory to nab a boy toy: the bikini. While sobering up at Casa Gibson down in Costa Rica, Spears spent the weekend looking happier than she has in months in two very itty bitty string bikinis adorned with tattoo parlor jargon. And in between bouts of boogie-boarding, golf cart-riding and rounds of Hide-and-Seek played amidst driftwood, Spears appeared to have successfully lined up a male suitor of her own. Who the mystery man might be, and a closer look at Spears' ongoing tendency to block her possibly-knocked up belly from sight, after the jump.

While some sources are saying the guy in question is her agent Jason Trawick, we think he looks just like Britney's brother Bryan, recently named a co-trustee of her estate. But we seriously hope not, considering the lovey dovey nature of their beach behavior.

And as for speculation that Spears is pregnant, recent reports that the recovering poptard is simply putting on pounds after ditching her ADD meds make more sense after seeing her boogie-boarding, something we doubt even Britney would do with a bun in the oven. Not to mention the appearance of those beloved Mommy Lollipops.

[Photo credits: Splash]

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<![CDATA[Emmanuelle Chirqui's Topless Photo Shoot Lures LAPD's 'Areola' Squad]]> Though celebrities dropping trou for the glossies has proven both controversial in Miley Cyrus’ case, and “artsy” in Lindsay Lohan’s, both of these spreads were intelligently shot behind closed doors. But when GQ decided to photograph Entourage’s Emmanuelle Chirqui fully exposing her curves in the bright light of day, controversy didn't come by way of conservative media pundits. It arrived in the form of the LAPD’s official nudity-watch squad, who interrupted the shoot to get a closer look make sure all was okay on set. As Chirqui recalls, one pervy fed stepped in as art director and instructed the crew "Could you make sure that her areolas aren't showing?" See what all the fuss was about for yourself after the jump:

As we can see, Chirqui was (not so) innocently trying to garner some press for her upcoming Adam Sandler-as-Israeli hair guru movie You Don't Mess With The Zohan by posing in various soft-core poses like the standard "I See You But You Can't See My Tits!" and "My Boobs Don't Fit In This Jacket Mr. Manager!" But the porky Malibu vice were concerned for the safety of all neighborhood residents, and reportedly "came by just to make sure things remained tasteful." While they'd probably be more useful checking in on the taste levels inside Britney Spears' and Lindsay Lohan's various drug and sex-laden abodes in the area, we suppose we'll give them the benefit of the doubt and believe their story, rather than dwell in fear that discrete tit-watch cameras lie on every street corner, sounding the alarm whenever a starlet is seen exposing a potentially dangerous amount of flesh.

[Photo credits: men.style.com]

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<![CDATA[Blake Lively Learns From Jennifer Aniston's Poolside Seduction Techniques]]> It’s always cute when newbie stars brush off rumors about their love lives by calling them “silly” and saying “we’re just good friends!” Fresh faces like Gossip Girl’s blonde bombshell Blake Lively have yet to learn that making public denials like these mean only one thing: the rumors are true. Back in January, Lively said just that regarding tabloid stories linking her to on-screen make-out partner Penn Badgley (he’s the hot-but-nerdy one, a la Seth Cohen on The OC). And shockingly (!), pictures released today prove not only that Blake and Penn have been fooling around poolside - in an uncanny rendition of Jennifer Aniston and John Mayer’s beachy-keen gallery last week - but that they may actually make it after all.

While Lively may not have the sort of fearsome fembot rack as Aniston, her tongue twister partner reminds us of a far less annoying, far cuter version of John Mayer 1.0: when Mayer first got noticed and had yet to unleash his bitchy blog posts and gain a rep for Master Starlet Dumper.

And judging by Penn's willingness to protect his baby's back with SPF and, to use that godawful teenybopper term, "cuddle," we actually feel optimistic about this particular couple's chances. No gay rumors thus far, and really, what are the odds either of these tall, not-so-tan, thin and lovely bodies will spot someone hotter and split?

[Photo credits: National Photo Group via People]

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<![CDATA[Colin Farrell Becomes Latest Member Of 'How To Gain Acting Cred By Losing Weight' Club]]> In the latest attempt by a Hollywood superstar to Oscar grub by radically transforming their physical appearance, former hard-body Colin Farrell is rapidly downsizing for his upcoming part as a war photographer in Triage. And while Farrell could use some credibility in the acting department following his recent string of flops, hacking off all these pounds doesn’t look like the healthiest way to do it. But admittedly, dieting your way towards industry approval has been a Hollywood go-to trick for quite a while. We took a look back at some of his peers’ most drastic weight losses, and as scary as the morphing process made them look, each part did bolster their respective careers dramatically:

Playing a prisoner of war in last year's critically acclaimed Rescue Dawn meant Steve Zahn, until then just another token funny buddy actor, was forced to lose 40 pounds on a diet of vegetables and nuts. As he put it, "I never cheated but it was tough - I'm a meat and potatoes kind of guy." As for Renee Zellweger, earning Oscar noms for both Chicago and Cold Mountain meant losing twice that much: "I lost 80 pounds for those two roles...my tits disappeared so I had to stuff socks into my bra cup!.” And Matt Damon lost 30 to play the nerdy swindler star of 1999's bold-faced name-packed but Oscarless update of The Talented Mr. Ripley.

As a crack addict with a heart of gold in Half Nelson, Ryan Gosling went from Rachel McAdams' cute boyfriend to Oscar nominee by transforming into a gaunt tweaker. But of course, the most frightening metamorphosis of all time has got to be Christian Bale's unrecognizable appearance in The Machinist, a role which earned him just as many rave reviews as it did health problems. As Bale put it, going from 180 pounds to 120 caused "a massive shock to my body because of what I was trying to get it to do...My metabolism had to get back up to speed, because my heart had got used to a whole different way of living for some time."

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<![CDATA[The Easter Bunny No Longer Prime Suspect In Minnie Driver Baby Daddy Mystery, But Who Is?]]>

Thus far, Riches star Minnie Driver has given the public three wildly different answers to anyone inquiring who knocked up the card-carrying member of that annoyingly massive Celebrity-Slash-Singer subset. Among the potential baby daddies she's flung out into the media’s clutches? The Easter Bunny, musician Craig Zolezzi, and yes, God him or herself. And six months into her pregnancy, Driver has defiantly and coyly kept her lips sealed, until now. In a recent interview with the UK’s Independent, she finally released two very telling details: the guy is British, and "sort of in the same business." Our guesses lie after the jump, but we leave it to you, loyal Defamer readers, to solve the mystery:

Eddie Izzard: Her co-star in The Riches, Izzard is a fellow musician, British, which makes him a strong candidate considering they're currently working together. Plus, he's a comedian, and as we know far too well, Minnie loves to cackle that piercing cackle of hers. But then again, he is a (former?) tranny...

Mick Jagger: Back in 2001, Minnie was seen "canoodling" with the legendary womanizing rocker and his magnetic torso. Plus, he's "sort of in the business," considering all those concert flicks, right?

Cary Elwes: The two starred in 2004's Ella Enchanted, and though no fling rumors surfaced, he's a Brit, very cute, and sadly, "sort of" in the biz mainly because the only movie that comes to our mind when his name is mentioned is Mel Brooks' cult classic Robin Hood: Men In Tights.

Pete Townshend: Well, he's British, he's in the music business, and they once sang together so...that's all folks!

Matt Damon: Um, well, after that whole "being dumped on Oprah" thing, we're thinking no to that one.

Now it's your turn to leave guesses in the comments.

[Photo credits: Getty, Wireimage]

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<![CDATA[Eva Mendes Realizes Your Wildest Shrimping Fantasies [NSFW]]]> We'd hate to ruin this moment with too much talking, so we'll keep this brief: Yes, that's Eva Mendes. Yes, she is savoring her own big toe. It's from a spread in Vogue Italia. Any questions? Many? Then you probably aren't a subscriber to Horny Hooves or Arch Arousal, and this probably isn't your bag. After the jump: Two more NSFW shots, including one of a topless Mendez beneath a glass serving tray that instantly calls to mind the Ira Isaacs obscenity trial soon to rock a 2 Girls 1 Cup-loving nation:

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<![CDATA[Top Five Classic Celebrity Paparazzi Attacks (As Inspired By Sienna Miller's LAX Handbag Assault)]]> Casual nudity enthusiast Sienna Miller became an official card-carrying member of that elite group of celebrities who unleash their hate of paparazzi by way of physical assault. As the Daily Mail reports, Miller swung her pricey purse at one pap's face yesterday at LAX, possibly because he was a resident of Pittsburgh, or maybe she simply mistook him for Jude Law (as the pictures show, there is a resemblance to the nanny-loving baldie). But Sienna's moment of outrage prompted us to recall our all-time favorite When Celebrities Attack moments in time, from Woody Harrelson's caught-on-tape choke-hold to Justin Timberlake and Cameron Diaz's romantically executed freakout years ago. Our five top picks after the jump:

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5. Woody Harrelson: In the 2006 case of TMZ v. Woody Harrelson, the buns-of-steel actor became so infuriated by one of Harvey Levin's minions that he went so far as to strangle the pap and destroy his camera. The only funny part of this story? The LAPD allegedly took Woody's side, continuing the longtime tradition of starry-eyed feds' celebrity worship trumping any reason to reprimand law-breaking stars.

4. Cameron Diaz and Justin Timberlake: Cameron Diaz has a rep for despising the photographers, most recently telling W that she's planning a move to New York just to escape their clutches. But back in 2004 when Diaz was still in lurve with Timberlake, the pair grew so fed up that they managed to grab one pap's camera and run off with it. Too bad their attempts to sue were accompanied by visual evidence of an angry-looking Cam doing the deed.

3: Sean Penn: While in China shooting Shanghai Surprise, Penn's legendary decision to hang a photographer found in his hotel room from a nine-story balcony marked the beginning of the celebrities v. photographers war, primarily because all charges stemming from his arrest for murder were dropped, inspiring future stars to confidently follow in his footsteps.

2. Bjork:

A few years back, Bjork famously flipped out at a New Zealand airport after paps ignored her companion's requests to stop taking pictures. Bjork's reaction? The pap claims she decided to suddenly claw at and rip his shirt. And yet, after this, we somehow love her even more.

BSPEARSRAMPAGE022107_13.BRO.jpg1. Britney SpearsAnd our all-time favorite paparazzi scuffle occurred on that fateful night of February 21, when newly bald Britney spontaneously unleashed her fury by abusing an SUV and several photographers using two weapons: an umbrella, and the scariest facial expression we've ever seen. Clearly, Sienna has a few things to learn from Britney.

[Photo credits: Wireimage, X17, TMZ]

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<![CDATA[Scarlett Johansson Shows Off New Engagement Ring, But How Does It Compare To Celebrity Rocks Of Yore?]]> Sorry boys, It appears as if Scarlett Johansson really is taken. As we noted yesterday, 2006's Sexiest Woman Alive got engaged to equally easy-on-the-eyes boyfriend Ryan Reynolds, and judging from ScarJo's behavior last night at the Costume Institute Gala, the soon-to-be-bride appears incapable of hiding her joy. All smiles as she walked the carpet, Johansson even did the paparazzi a favor by flashing her new rock, and her choice to wear an off-white demure dress helped us paint some mental images of her upcoming walk down the aisle. But how does her ring compare to infamous engagement rings of the past (J. Lo's sad pink diamond monster mid-Bennifer trainwreck) and rings recently sported by newly engaged stars like Mariah Carey and Ashlee Simpson? We compare and contrast after the jump.

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Though it's too early to tell how many carats Scarlett's rock has, we have read that Reynolds bought his former fiance, Alanis Morissette, a 3.75 carat rock.

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Naturally, Katherine Heigl had her 3 carat ring designed herself rather than trusting her frequently emasculated husband Joshua Kelley pipe in with any kind of opinion. Mariah Carey's highly confusing recent engagement to Nick Cannon has resulted in the singer sporting a possibly recycled 15 (yikes!) pink and purple tacky thing, but if anyone can pull of giant gems it would be Mimi. And, of course, Jennifer Lopez, whose infamous $1.2 million pink diamond ring was ostentatiously flashed 'round the world, only to be sold off post-breakup.

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While poor Carmen Electra's new rock from rocker Rob Patterson cost a mere $100k (for celebs, that's the equivalent of shopping at Jared), we think Patterson's eccentric choice of a black diamond suits Electra perfectly. As for knocked up Ashlee Simpson, her faux-punk rocker fiance Pete Wentz reportedly made sure to give Simpson a ring without those pesky "blood diamonds" Leonardo DiCaprio taught us all about in that boring movie of the same name.

[Photo credits: Wireimage, The Mirror]

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