<![CDATA[Gawker: defamer, lapd]]> http://tags.gawker.com/assets/base/img/thumbs140x140/gawker.com.png <![CDATA[Gawker: defamer, lapd]]> http://gawker.com/tag/defamer/lapd http://gawker.com/tag/defamer/lapd <![CDATA[Injured Rihanna Photo Leaked, Internal LAPD Investigation Begins]]> In the period we live in, the most remarkable thing about the fact that police photos of a battered Rihanna have leaked is that it took a whole ten days for it to happen.

TMZ reporters have taken time out of their busy Octomom-stalking schedule to post the picture in question.

How did the site get their hands on such a sensitive, unauthorized picture? That's exactly what the LAPD is attempting to find out by launching an internal investigation; their official statement on the matter is posted on...TMZ, natch.

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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[Angry LAPD Chief To Britney And 'Airheads': You Want To Avoid Paparazzi? Try Staying Home!]]> In today's most dramatic case of Hollywood hypocrisy, LAPD chief William Bratton has reportedly lashed out at anyone in favor of Councilman Dennis Zine's proposal for a new Britney Spears-inspired paparazzi law. Bratton went so far as to criticize the press for covering "airheads" and also suggested stars get psychiatric help in his monthly interview with KPCC. Which all sounds up to par and somewhat sensible until you remember this is the same Bratton who himself is fond of "traipsing all over town" with his press-happy wife. From LA Observed:

What we need is Britney Spears to stay home instead of traipsing all over town. That would solve the problem. We don't need additional laws...I've got laws coming out my ears to deal with this issue."

As Zine told Access Hollywood last week, "it cost $25,000 to take Britney Spears to the hospital...Taxpayers paid for that." But Bratton, who's married to Court TV correspondent Rikki Kleiman, isn't going to reprise Ahnold's signing of 2006's anti-paparazzi law following Lindsay Lohan's assualt charges against an overly anxious pap on the highway. His decision seems to fly in the face of a 2003 interview he did with the NY Times, in which he gushed about moving to LA, prepared to attend the Oscars, invited Adrien Brody over for dinner, and positively swooned when he got the chance to take a picture out and about with Mickey Rourke. Worse yet, the title of Rikki's best-selling book? Fairy Tales Do Come True: How a Driven Woman Changed Her Destiny.

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