<![CDATA[Gawker: defamer, party photos]]> http://tags.gawker.com/assets/base/img/thumbs140x140/gawker.com.png <![CDATA[Gawker: defamer, party photos]]> http://gawker.com/tag/defamer/partyphotos http://gawker.com/tag/defamer/partyphotos <![CDATA[L.A. Derby Dolls At The Industry Hills Expo Center]]> DerbyDoll-MainPic.jpg
We could think of nary a better way to spend a Saturday evening than watching a bevy of our city's most brutal, rollerskate-clad Amazonian warriors battle to the death (well, at least to the debilitating ankle injury) in a makeshift Thunderdome—aka the Industry Hills Expo Center in the City of Industry. We therefore dispatched Defamer Partywatcher Ann and guest photographer Maggie Serrano to the L.A. Derby Dolls Fight Crew vs. Sirens game. They returned, exhausted, exhilarated, and bearing a slew of memorable photographs. Ann's play-by-play and our full image gallery are after the jump:

This past Saturday, I took a trip to the land where no westsider wants to accidentally wander into late at night, the Industry Hills Expo Center in the City of Industry, to catch roller girls in short skirts duke it out for the L.A. Derby Dolls Present: Fight Crew vs. Sirens game. The Babydoll rally was up first, with derby rookies Double D and Long Island Lolita stumbling through their first game. If Double D's mangled ankle was any indicator of the impending game, we knew we were in for a bloody treat. Then, when veterans like Mila Minute, Killo Kitty, Judy Gloom, Crystal Deth, Scarlett Yohandsoff and Paris Killton took the track, any girlie façade was stomped out by shoving, yelling, and pushing each other off track. The highlight of the night was the shoving match between P.I.T.A and Broadzilla, and penalty-riddled captain Tara Armov getting kicked off the game (too many elbows to her opponents' eyes perhaps?). By the end of the night, their estrogen-fueled rage seemed to have rubbed off on me, as I angrily leered at the annoying 12-year-old who stole our free Derby Dolls seat cushions. The Sirens ended up winning the championship and we left with no seat cushions but new names: From now on, I will be known only as Ima. Ima Killa.

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<![CDATA[The 'Golden Gals Gone Wild' Opening At The World of Wonder Gallery]]> goldengirlswild.jpg
Knowing that no matter how many times we watched Bea Arthur scold those kids on Friday, our renewed lust for all things Golden Girls-related could not possibly be sated by just a single video clip, we dispatched Defamer Partywatcher Ann and photographer Amy Rodrigue to the World of Wonder gallery in Hollywood to the Saturday night opening of "Golden Gals Gone Wild," the "first art exhibition devoted to erotic depictions" of Blanche, Dorothy, Rose, and perhaps most distressingly, Sophia. (Don't fret if you didn't make the launch—the show is running for four weeks, giving you plenty of time to ogle their gilded goodies.) Our photo gallery of the event is here, and a brief report follows after the jump:

The freaks, geeks, and random old dudes in drag were out in droves Saturday night at curator Lenora Claire's "Golden Gals Gone Wild" opening night party at the World of Wonder gallery in Hollywood. It was a strange night, where cross dressers mingled with Goths, random hipsters and even the token Hollywood personality. Take leather-and-mesh-clad Kim Fowley, for instance: 70's rock star impresario and creator of The Runaways; Giovanni Ribisi; Elizabeth Daily ("I'm a loner, Dottie, a Rebel"), Mean Girls' Daniel Franzese. The art was just as...shall we say...eclectic, flying in the face of the sanctity that is Sophia Petrillo, with pieces showing her in the glory that is naked old lady flesh. Other works included Gestapo Rose and Betty White Power, Blanche Devereaux in a confederate flag bikini; Dorothy going spreadeagle and showing us the nooks behind her, um, grannies. I bet somewhere, a little town called St. Olaf is collectively gasping...
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<![CDATA[The 'Captivity' Premiere Party: A Delightful Evening Of Meticulously Planned Outrageousness]]> captivity-party.jpg
Too squeamish to attend the Captivity premiere party that After Dark Films provocateur Courtney Solomon recently promised would be so debauched that it would likely bring about the total collapse of Western Civilization ourselves, we dispatched unshockable Defamer Special Correspondent on Looking Into The Eyes of Evil and Laughing Nick Malis to Privilege last night, hoping that he would emerge from the ritualistic promotional flaying with enough of his sanity intact to file a report on his experience. Luckily for us, he did survive the ordeal, though not without some psychological scarring associated with prolonged exposure to a carefully coordinated attempt to offend his sensibilities. His report follows, along with a link to our photo gallery of the event (which you can skip to by clicking here, if you're the impatient type.)

If you're wondering why all the hardware stores in LA were sold out of electrical tape, it's because much of it was stuck to the nipples of the models at the Captivity premiere party last night. That's right, I was lucky enough to be on the list for this little shindig at Privilege, and I was curious if After Dark CEO Courtney Solomon could deliver on his New York Times promise to throw the most outrageous bash ever. So did he? In a word, no. The whole thing gave off a distinctly opening-credits-of-Mindfreak vibe, with plenty of leather and piercing to go around. But it came off as silly and forced, not dark and scary. Consider these ghastly delights:

* One girl was chained to a spinning table while another girl pretended to whip her. Shocking!

* Suicide Girls roamed the party wearing little besides the aforementioned electrical tape. My delicate sensibilities!

* Greased-up Bikini clad ladies wrestled each other. Oh, the horror!

* A "needle play" booth, where some guy stuck pointed quills into the backs of willing victims. Mildly disturbing!

* Dave Navarro wearing a tight tanktop. Okay, that actually was scary.

The best part of the evening was watching all the open-collared agent/producer types try to hit on the Goth chicks. I've never seen so many Bluetooth headsets and leather corsets in one place.

However, the most-asked question of the night: Where were the celebs? The biggest star there was the fat guy from Borat. You know things aren't going well when the Bai Lings and Traci Binghams of the world don't show up to your party. Elisha Cuthbert couldn't even be bothered to attend, and she's the freakin' star of the movie!

But so what if the Captivity party wasn't the Grand Guignol display everyone had hoped for? There was still an open bar and girls with electrical tape on their boobies. I, for one, will take what I can get.

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<![CDATA[Defamer PartyWatch: Assistant Beer Pong Tournament At El Guapo]]>
When first we viewed these photos (obtained by trusty Intern Kate and a shutterbug sidekick) of Saturday night's Assistant Beer Pong Tournament at Melrose Ave. binge-drinking mecca El Guapo, the event seemed as drunkenly care-free as we'd expected, carrying on the proudly crapulent tradition of the throwdowns of the previous two years. But after learning that the cherished Beer Pong Trophy had been snatched before the champions from Team Gold Circle could rightfully claim it, these images now take on an added poignancy as reminders of a simpler, more innocent time, when people could connect by chugging cheap beer and screaming at each other across folding tables instead of a telephone line. Damn you, anonymous trophy-jacker, for tainting the desk-slave equivalent of the Super Bowl with your selfish disregard for something so pure.

Click on any of the thumbnails below to be taken to the gallery.

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<![CDATA[Defamer PartyWatch: White Space At The W Hotel]]>
We dispatched Defamer Intern Kate and Photographer Steph to the Westwood W's White Space gallery last night to capture the opening party for photographer Mark Seliger's "In My Stairwell" exhibit of celebrity portraits. And while the many recognizable faces hanging on the walls may not have been in attendance, the Pollyanna in us couldn't help but instantly calculate that to mean more free sponsored cocktails for everyone else. Without further ado, then, we cordially invite you to to peruse our image gallery of the event.

[Remember: If you want us to send someone to your next event and take some pictures in exchange for access to your open bar, let us know.]

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<![CDATA[Defamer PartyWatch: The JHRTS Holiday Party]]> JHRTS-xmasparty.jpg
When a representative from the Junior Hollywood Radio & Television Society (motto: "Biding our time until we get the call to join the Senior Hollywood Radio & Television Society") got in touch to invite us to the organization's annual holiday party, we jumped at the chance to send staff photographer Amy Rodrigue to cover the event, knowing that she might capture a memory card's worth of images that could be used for blackmail once the event's attendees achieve positions of power within the industry. We're saving the truly compromising ones for when we need a favor, but we're happy to share the rest of them with you now. Click here to view the gallery.

[As always, remember that we're just an e-mail away should you decide you want us to drink your spiked eggnog and photograph your tipsy guests.]

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<![CDATA[Defamer PartyWatch: The '90210/Melrose Place' DVD Launch Party]]>
Having lost many years and countless brain cells to the various Aaron Spelling-produced entertainments of our youth, we were thrilled to receive an invitation to last Friday night's DVD release party for the first seasons of 90210 and Melrose Place at the Beverly Hilton. Even though we were quite content to celebrate the occasion by huddling at home and staring at an autographed Tiger Beat cover of Jason Priestly we recently obtained at astronomical cost from eBay seller BrandonFan1991, we still dispatched Defamer staff photographer Amy Rodrigue to capture the laughs, tears, and emotional group hugs (Shannen Doherty didn't show up, so there were no third-degree bodily assaults to former castmates with utensils from the buffet) we were sure would accompany the many reunions fostered by such a momentous event. After the jump, our photos from the party, complete with just about every 90210/Melrose reference we could think of without consulting Steve Sanders and Amanda Woodward fan sites.

[Remember: If you want us to send someone to your next event and take some pictures in exchange for access to your open bar, let us know.]

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Neither the Peach Pit After Dark nor Shooters ever saw dance moves this hot, even in David Silver's prime.

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As everyone who has ever walked within 25 feet of a supermarket checkout magazine rack knows by now, Donna Martin is no longer a virgin.

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The ladies of the Lingerie Bowl spent much of the evening politely turning down Ian Ziering's invitations for a ride in his bitchin' Corvette (license plate: I8A4RE).

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Grant "Jake Hanson" Show proudly displays the bag containing his appearance fee, remitted entirely in small, unmarked bills. Organizers threw in a coupon to The Palm and some scented massage oils, just because.

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Unlike many people who've worked for Paramount over the last year, Mike Hanke, Rob Campbell, and Dave Berman are all still employed.

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A pregnant Tori Spelling exclusively revealed to us that she plans on naming her baby "Shannen Doherty Is A Total Bitch" if it's a girl. If it's a boy: "My Mother Is A Total BItch." Seems she can really hold a grudge. Also pictured: that dude she married and knocked her up or whatever.

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We've already burned our "Ian Ziering tried to get some chicks to ride in his bitchin' Corvette" joke, so we'll just move along without further commentary. (We're also still a little pissed he ruined his relations with Celeste. She was a keeper.)

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Trent "Pink is the New Blog" Vanegas will later type the words "Me & My BFF!" onto this photo in huge, fuchsia letters.

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Why was Kristen "Veronica Mars" Bell at the event? The next season of her show is dedicated to unraveling the mystery of how Andrew Shue was ever given an acting job.

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Brian Austin Green's security detail doesn't look very intimidating, but are trained to strike with deadly force should Luke Perry enter his safety perimeter.

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"You fucked up everything, Ari! Not only is this not a DVD release party for the first season of 'Booker,' no one here has any interest in a Richard Grieco impersonator in a cowboy hat for their next event."

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We couldn't be happier that Doug Savant's career has taken him from being The Gay Neighbor to The One Who's Married To Felicity Huffman On The Crazy Housewives Show. He was always the classiest one at Melrose Place.

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Was Daphne Zuniga's "Jo" character on 'Melrose' secretly a lesbian, or do we have her mixed up with the one from 'Facts of Life'? Anyway, she'll always be Druish princess Vespa to us.

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<![CDATA[The 'Borat' Premiere: Peasants, Prostitutes, And Sleepy Celebrities]]> borat-peasant-carry.jpg
Somehow, our invite to last night's Borat premiere at the Chinese Theatre got lost in the mail (the easy joke here is to blame the Kazakh postal service for bungling the task by getting too drunk on fermented horse urine to complete their appointed rounds, then shooting their most reliable delivery-donkey—and if you know anything about us, you know we're constitutionally unable to resist the easy joke), but the wire service photos of the event proved amusing enough that we've assembled the greatest hits into a gallery for your leisurely perusal. As he did at the Toronto Film Festival, Sacha Baron Cohen hired some extras to enhance the experience with the cultural flavor of his adopted home country: peasants dragging bales of hay, ladling the aforementioned, equine-produced hooch, and brazenly offering their sexual wares partied alongside strong-bodied, benutslinged bathers in matching neon swimming caps. Note also the telling photo of Courtney Love, whom a Defamer operative who was actually in attendance noticed falling asleep during the premiere, an unexpected catnap our attendee described thusly: "an impossible feat, to fall asleep during all that laughter, especially for a SOBER person such as she."

You can view the whole gallery here.

[All photos: Getty Images]

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<![CDATA[Defamer PartyWatch: 'Hooking Up' At The Cabana Club]]>
We'd hoped to get our latest, long-awaited, and much-clamored-for installment of Defamer PartyWatch up for your browsing pleasure on Friday, but technical difficulties (trust us, you don't want the details of how many outsourced programmers were killed) prevented us from posting our new set of party photos while the regrets of the subjects were still fresh. On Thursday night, we sent our photographer to document the vaguely porn-flavored goings-on at the Cabana Club event for Hooking Up: You'll Never Make Love in This Town Again Again, a tell-all tome about where some of your favorite celebrities (like Brad Pitt and Matt LeBlanc, to name two) liked to be touched when they're paying a high-end call girl the touching, lovingly co-authored by erstwhile porn publicist Carly Milne and former Heidi Fleiss BFF Jennifer Young. You can browse our new-fangled photo gallery here. (Just click an image in the gallery to get started.)

And as always, if you'd like us to send someone to your next event and take a couple of pictures as a pretext for guzzling your free booze, drop us a line.

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<![CDATA[Defamer PartyWatch: An 'L.A. Suite' Night At The Trop]]>
The second installment of Defamer PartyWatch brings us to ground zero of many an inter-starlet, deck-chair-flinging, tabloid-baiting incident: poolside at the Hollywood Roosevelt Hotel, for a reception celebrating the premiere of music video director Marc Webb's short film, L.A. Suite. Staff photoslave Amy Rodrigue was again on hand to capture the scene, using the potent combination of her keen eye for composition and keen nose for free alcohol fumes to find people drunk enough not to notice they're being photographed for Defamer. (Should you care to have your party or event's guests photographed and preserved for all time on the blogowebosphere, you know where to send the invites: tips@defamer.com.) But enough introduction—images of those significantly more fabulous and less housebound than your editors follow after the jump:

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The girl in the yellow shirt is from Australia, where we hear tight, yellow t-shirts bearing images of the Messiah are red-hot right now. Get yours before every celebutard at Kitson has one.

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Would you mind undoing just one more shirt button for me, sweetheart? Daddy's hands are full of drinks.

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A brief altercation broke out over who should've been awarded the gold medal in the party's Tightest White T-Shirt With Sharpie Scribbles On It event, but was ultimately settled when it was pointed out to the the gentleman on the right that his garment lacked the qualifying ink-work.

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Believe it or not, these two guests are both in the same acting class—a fact which undermined the older man's pick-up line about being a very powerful Hollywood producer with the ability to make her a star. Also: She is not Katie Holmes. We checked.

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L.A. Suite durector Marc Webb and a companion who may or may not be famous. We did not check.

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This was not one of those occasions where hopping in the pool was considered especially cute, as the wet couple pictured was ejected by the nice men with the initimidating earpieces.

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Yes, that really is Tia Carrere, whom you undoubtedly know from Wayne's World and, um...Wayne's World Begins?

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Just after this photo was taken, three more blondes rushed into the frame to ensure that the proper blonde-to-brunette ratio was maintained, keeping the party in compliance with city ordinances.

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Defamer PartyWatch Tip: Denim-covered male genitalia makes an excellent place to rest either your hands or your cold beer can!

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Defamer PartyWatch Tip #2: Unexpectedly place your cold hand on the back of your companion right before a photographer snaps a picture for a split-second of fun!

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Brittany Murphy wasn't at the party, but she was encountered on our photographer's trip back to her car, and was given just enough warning of the passing camera to have a publicist stage an impromptu autograph session for our benefit.

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<![CDATA[Defamer PartyWatch: Jane's Naked People Party]]>
Because we have determined that there are not nearly enough places on the internet to see photographs of fabulous people enjoying fabulous times at our city's most...fabulous...events, we dispatched photographer Amy Rodrigue to kick off our new Defamer PartyWatch feature* by attending Jane magazine's party for its Clothes Off Our Back-benefiting "Naked Issue" at a private residence (read: obscenely large home) in Beverly Hills last night, assuring her she would not be allowed to return to Defamer HQ until she'd captured the image of at least one Hilton. (Mission accomplished, but in an ironic twist, Nicky Hilton's picture did not make the cut for this photoset. You know what she looks like by now.) And because our research further determined that "you people" don't care about words when there are pretty pictures to gawk at, we usher you forward to the gallery of fabulous photographs featured after the fabulous! jump:

[*To invite us to drink your free booze and take pictures of your guests, send an e-mail to tips@defamer.com. It's that easy!]

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Project Runway's One Who Should've Been Thrown Off Instead Of The Creepy Pseudo-Euro One laughs loudly to distract Jane Naked Issue star Heidi Klum from the fact that she's clenching the buttocks Runway season two runner-up Santino Rice. Klum, however, catches a glimpse of the ass-grab and shrieks loudly until security arrives.

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The first thing that PR firm Rogers & Cowan teaches its recruits during media training is that in party photographs, the viewer's eye is automatically drawn to the publicist who smiles the biggest while simultaneously trying to lean into the middle of the frame.

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Event promoter and DJ Franki Chan keeps his hand poised over the record he will scratch to signal the beginning of the evening's first catfight.

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Every time these Jane staffers told a guy they work for the magazine, they politely pretended that his insistence that they get "totally naked" to celebrate their special issue was the first time they'd heard that come-on.

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We know that your eyes never traveled past the middle of the above photograph, so we're not even going to bother with a caption.

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If Topher Grace had known that we're going to post highly erotic photos of him sucking on Ashton Kutcher's toes later today, he'd probably have never agreed to take this picture with our photographer.

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Writer Charlie Amter's didn't realize that his finger-gun was jammed with a cigarette, and that when he tried to open fire on our photographer, the hand-shrapnel resulting from the blockage would kill both him and Teen People's Shirley Halperin.

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Without swag, a party is nothing more than a bunch of people standing around and drinking free booze. With swag, a party is a bunch of people standing around, drinking free booze, and dangling bags full of crap they don't want from their elbows.

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There were at least two dudes at this party who have not appeared on Project Runway.

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The rules on this are quite clear: If there is a pool on the premises at a party, someone must demonstrate how "crazy" he is by jumping into it.

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Project Runway's Robert Best tries to convince Heidi Klum that designing tiny outfits for Barbie is no different than designing full-size outfits for statuesque Teutonic models.

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To the best of our knowledge, Brandon Davis did not insult the pubic hair of any red-headed party guests. He did, however, sweat profusely. One out of two ain't bad.

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<![CDATA[Defamer Party Photos: The Underwritten Ladies Of 'Entourage']]> At last night's after-party at Social Hollywood celebrating the the third-season premiere of Entourage, actresses Constance Zimmer, Perrey Reeves, and Emmanuelle Chriqui share a laugh as they try to sort out who played E's girlfriend, Ari's wife, and the studio executive who blew Ari in Cancun.

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