<![CDATA[Gawker: defamer, world of wonder]]> http://tags.gawker.com/assets/base/img/thumbs140x140/gawker.com.png <![CDATA[Gawker: defamer, world of wonder]]> http://gawker.com/tag/defamer/worldofwonder http://gawker.com/tag/defamer/worldofwonder <![CDATA[It's Dolly's World, We Just Live in It]]>
What do you call a party with a huge proportion of women with huge proportions, bleached blond hair and garish makeup? If you picked: "Just Another Night in Hollywood," or "Just Another Night at the Strip Club," or "Just Another Night in My Bedroom," take a number and go to the back of the line. Rather, the party in question —held at the appropriately named World of Wonder gallery on Hollywood Boulevard— was for a very specific, large-proportioned, bleached-blond beauty. No, not Jenna Jameson. This would be someone with actual talent, not to mention a huge gay following. OK, fine, I'll tell you. Dolly Parton!

Co-curated by E! Online columnist Marc Malkin and Steven Corfe, the Dollypop exhibition featured over 40 artists, all of whom answered their call for Dolly art with a certain fervor. "We were actually surprised actually how responsive people were when we just told them, 'Dolly Parton,'" said Steve. "There's a lot of closet Dolly fans out there."


Of course, an event such as this inspires people to pay homage. So, it was appropriate that we were greeted by a Dolly Door Girl.

Inside, we were seeing double and triple Dolly's.


There were even look-a-likes for other celebrities who seemed to have gotten lost. There was a Rick James look-a-like, and a Sophia Loren dead ringer that had us completely confused for five minutes.

James St. James interviewed some of them for his show on WOW TV. (I thought I was hallucinating and seeing New York club kid Richie Rich's body double, and then, realized OMG, it kind of was Richie Rich's body double!)

No detail went unnoticed. Pink champagne (what else?) was served.

Some guy with a contraption on his head was hanging out and taking in the Dolly art. [Ed. Note - That's the TMZ "Dollhouse Dude".]

These dudes just turned up. I'm supposing this is just par for the course in Hollywood.

Did I mention, there were roosters?

"We rented them!" said Marc Malkin, brightly.

Malkin and Corfin have been working on the show for about six months. But Marc insists he's not obsessed.

"I'm not obsessed!" he says. "I know some people would say I'm obsessed since I did a show. But I'm not a crazy kooky travel around the world type. I just love her."

Steve points out: "Yes, but he has butterfly tattoos!" (Butterflies=Dolly fan).

"But they have nothing to do with her! They don't!"

Suuuuuurrrrre.

Malkin bought a piece by Jason Kronenwald; you'd never know it looking at it, but the piece is made entirely with chewed up pieces of bubblegum. This is not gross and is, in fact, quite beautiful. I failed to capture a proper photograph. I am sorry, dear readers.

Dolly's iconic look serves as easy fodder for artists. Her big, open grin, bright blue eyes and blonde hair, make it easy to pull off optical illusion pieces such at this one. (Different cosmetic items comprise her face).

Her infamous visage lends itself to other icons and iconic homages. So we got Dolly as a stand-in for other icons.

Dolly as Elvis:

Warholian Dolly:

Dolly as Lisa Marie in Marrs Attacks and Dolly as Glenda the Good Witch:

Other pieces were less pop and more poignant, like this blue Dolly:

Other pieces tried to play with her own iconographic visual language, instead on transposing her to something else.

Scott explained Dolly's universal appeal, thus: "It's the fact that she sooooo fake and nipped and tucked and bewigged and made up and yet so real."

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<![CDATA[Heidi Fleiss to Documentary Filmmakers: "Don't Mess with My Birds!"]]> If you're a diva with an image problem (like, say, Monica Lewinsky or Hitler), there's no friendlier filmmaking duo than Fenton Bailey and Randy Barbato. In fact, the World of Wonder partners have such a reverence for tarnished camp that they once began an interview with your guest blogger by pointing to a half-drank Evian and solemnly intoning, "That? Was Nicole Richie's." However, former Hollywood Madam Heidi Fleiss didn't quite see eye-to-eye with the pair, despite their attempts to flatter her in the new HBO doc Heidi Fleiss: The Would-Be Madam of Crystal. Says Page Six:

Her narcissistic attachment to her tabloid persona is front and center, as is her apparent drug abuse, but so is her humanity. In fact, the film is surprisingly sympathetic; one memorable scene shows Fleiss befriending an elderly woman in a nursing home. But Fleiss, who has agreed to join the upcoming season of VH1’s Celebrity Rehab, has yet to see it after a falling-out with the directors.

In a meandering phone conversation, Fleiss lists her complaints about the filming process, which range from the cameras disturbing her pet birds to an inadequate focus on her chain of Nevada laundromats. “I was hoping it would be fun,” she says, “but instead it was me getting mad.”

There there, Heidi. Who wouldn't be a tad peeved if they'd spent years trying to mount an ambitious male brothel and all they had to show for it was an exotic bird fetish and the stink of Febreze?

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