<![CDATA[Gawker: defamer, hollywood partywatch]]> http://tags.gawker.com/assets/base/img/thumbs140x140/gawker.com.png <![CDATA[Gawker: defamer, hollywood partywatch]]> http://gawker.com/tag/defamer/hollywoodpartywatch http://gawker.com/tag/defamer/hollywoodpartywatch <![CDATA[The 'Hooker Safari' Show At The Cory Helford Gallery]]> safari-hooker.jpgFeeling the need to add some culture to their lives that required neither the prefix "pop-" nor the involvement of a frozen yogurt stand, Defamer PartyWatcher Ann and photographer Maggie Serrano took in a showing of Hooker Safari, a concrete-jungle-themed show of works by artist Natalia Fabia at the Cory Helford Gallery in Culver City. There, our fearless social chroniclers encountered all manner of body-paint fetishists and colorful art world types. The report, and an image gallery, follow after the jump.

"Streetwalkers and cheetahs" was the theme at Saturday night's opening of Natalia Fabia's Hooker Safari art exhibit at the Cory Helford Gallery in Culver City. It wasn't unlike the dream I had after watching The Wizard of Oz four times in a row on TBS this weekend: There was the lioness model with a heart of gold, the brainy creator of The Drew Carey Show, the cowardly comedian and the panda with cleavage. (Did Wizard of Oz have one of those? It's all a blur at this point.) It was cute, but was such a weird experience, both Maggie and I ended up clutching each other and chanting, "There's no place like home," until we got drunk enough to enjoy the proceedings.

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<![CDATA[Defamer Joins The 'Family Guy' 100th Episode Celebration]]> familyguy100.jpgIt's been a busy week for Defamer PartyWatcher Ann: Having barely recovered from Saturday night's Guitar Hero III launch festivities in which she got a little carried away and set her controller ablaze in a Hendrix-channeling moment, she managed to pull it together in time to check out Monday night's celebrations in honor of the 100th episode of Family Guy. Accompanied by photographer Maggie Serrano, the two were warmly welcomed by the various Seths in attendance. Her report, and another one of those fun photo galleries, follow after the jump.

We managed to have a hell of a time at Monday night's Family Guy 100th Episode Party at Social in Hollywood, catching Seth McFarlane croon classics like "I Get A Kick Out of You" and "I've Got You Under My Skin" over a live band, and Seth Green fending off various lusty ladies. Supporting engineers and animators also happened to provide us with anonymous tidbits of insider information, such as the fact that this party was waaaaay better than the cheapo Simpsons parties. That, and the fact that Stewie may be hiding a severe methamphetamine addiction.

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<![CDATA[Defamer Hits The 'Guitar Hero III' Launch Party]]> chuck-hero.jpgAlways on the lookout for a hotly anticipated videogame-launch soirée at which to ply herself with complimentary libations and mingle with the stars of major network television series, undaunted Defamer PartyWatcher Ann penetrated the Guitar Hero III party Saturday night. Located on the roof of a Pico Blvd. Best Buy—soon to rival Les Deux as Hollywood's most aggressively selective social destination—photographer Maggie Serrano tagged along to capture all facets of the decadent, shredding-for-dummies proceedings. Ann's report, and a photo gallery, follow after the jump:

Saturday night, the rooftop of the Best Buy at Pico and Sawtelle was transformed into a Guitar Hero III-lovers paradise. First in line were Eric and Jose, who had waited in the blistering West L.A. cold for a staggering three hours to get their copy signed by Slash. Said Eric, "We work down the street so we just, um, walked over."

Inside was a videogame smorgasbord for all senses, complete with a sushi chef and gaming stations, and hosted by the object of many a nerd's wet dreams, Brooke Burke, followed by an appearance by Slash himself and an electrifying performance by Poison (Rock of Love ingenue/strippers nowhere in sight). The event was not without movie industry infiltration—Sony, Warner Brothers and Paramount each set up tents to pimp their various tie-in and home video wares.

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<![CDATA[Defamer Returns To The Hollywood Hellhouse]]>
Defamer PartyWatcher Ann and photographer Maggie Serrano checked into Hollywood Hellhouse this weekend, a tour of the depraved we first took three years ago and have now returned to, in the hopes that its horrific depictions of drug use, homosexual intercourse, and botched abortions might eventually begin to nudge us towards the path of the righteous. (Sadly, we appear to just keep doing what it is we're doing, albeit getting progressively drunker.) In its latest incarnation, ensconced in an abandoned Acapulco restaurant on La Cienega that only recently hosted the far cheerier Father-Daughter Purity Ball, Bill Maher good-naturedly donned some devil horns for an impromptu photo-op in the post-Hellhouse Youth Center. The entire photo gallery is here.

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<![CDATA[The 'Just Britney' Opening At The World Of Wonder Gallery]]> 1464370063_5c484406d1.jpg
As we struggle to make sense of a world in which one of the most beloved music icons of our era is robbed of her frequently fumbled pride and joy merely because of a two-year, drug and nudity-filled rough patch, we felt we could use some cheering up courtesy of a party report from trusty Defamer PartyWatcher Ann. Accompanied by photographer Maggie Serrano, the two attended Friday's opening soirée for the Just Britney show at the World of Wonder gallery in Hollywood, site of the Golden Girls Erotica Expo. With the fallen pop star the subject of every work on display, it was a unique and exciting happening attended by club kid and club adult alike. Ann's report and an image gallery follow after the jump:

We just couldn't get enough of all things Britney this month, so Friday night we decided to head out to Steven Corfe and Thairin Smothers' Just Britney art exhibit opening party at the World of Wonder gallery in Hollywood. The list of attendees included legendary former New York club kid James St. James; Vincent Gallo, who decided he didn't want his picture taken but offered to take a picture of us instead ("Why do you want my picture, I'm just an old man," said he); working supermodel RuPaul, as well as snot-nosed YouTube sensation Leave Britney Alone Guy. The show featured glorious pieces commemorating the troubled singer, like Jason Kronenwald's Gum Blond XLVIII, which was made up entirely of chewed up bubble gum, and Jamie Boling's Snake Charmer, the infamous painting deemed too hot (or controversial) for Barack Obama's eyes.

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<![CDATA[Defamer Visits The Peter Harper Art Opening]]>
Always on the lookout for an open bar cultural happening, Defamer PartyWatcher Ann trekked to Costa Mesa for a showing of new works by sculptor Peter Harper (brother of Ben) at the Rico Garcia Fine Art gallery. There, she sampled Danny DeVito's Clooney-seducing poison of choice—his own brand of Limoncello—while keeping a sharp lookout for many of the "confirmed celebrities" the press release promised would be in attendance. But even without a single Meg Ryan or Cox-Arquette sighting, there was more than enough free liquor and stimulating art on hand to render the journey a success. Ann's report, and a photo gallery courtesy of photographer Maggie Serrano, follow after the jump.

Authors, artists and socialites mingled at Rico Garcia Fine Art Gallery in Costa Mesa, for Saturday night's opening of Peter Harper's Art Exhibit and the California debut of Danny DeVito's Limoncello. We made a bee-line for the bar (purely for the sake of investigative journalism), anxious to taste the drink responsible for DeVito's nationally televised hangover. The bartender warned us it had a kick but we didn't know how much until minutes later, when the room began to spin. We chatted up Peter Harper for a bit and spoke about his brothers—Grammy award winner Ben Harper and author Joel Harper. It was a magical evening, but our pounding hangovers the next morning made us grateful we didn't have to sit down with Barbara Walters and the girls for a nationally televised chat.

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