Paris Hilton will no have her long-time manager Jason Moore to look after her affairs, for the two have parted their ways.
Moore, who had been managing the heiress professional life for 10 years, was said to have split following a threat from his wife for spending too much time with Paris.
His new wife threatened to divorce him because he was always gone with Paris, Contactmusic quoted a source as telling Us magazine.
However, Moore, who lost out his biggest client, denied the claims.
He insists: “There were a lot of reasons - both personal and professional - for the split, but nothing had anything to do with my marriage.”
Hilton is currently dating pop star Benji Madden.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Trainwreck TV - Paris Hilton may be on TV Again - This time with Lindsay Lohan and Britney Spears
Paris Hilton, Britney Spears and Lindsay Lohan are in talks to star in a sitcom together.
HBO is reportedly keen to sign up the trio -- who used to be close friends and were regularly seen partying together in 2006 -- to appear as flatmates struggling to make it big in Hollywood, in what has been described as a cross between Friends and Ugly Betty.
A source revealed to Britain's Daily Star: "The chemistry between them will be electric.
"They were very close and have had their ups and downs in the Los Angeles party world but they have overcome those problems now. They can draw from their experiences for the sitcom."
Show chiefs are said to have approached Extras star Ricky Gervais and Desperate Housewives creator Mark Cherry to pen the script, which will see the trio playing characters inspired by themselves.
HBO is reportedly keen to sign up the trio -- who used to be close friends and were regularly seen partying together in 2006 -- to appear as flatmates struggling to make it big in Hollywood, in what has been described as a cross between Friends and Ugly Betty.
A source revealed to Britain's Daily Star: "The chemistry between them will be electric.
"They were very close and have had their ups and downs in the Los Angeles party world but they have overcome those problems now. They can draw from their experiences for the sitcom."
Show chiefs are said to have approached Extras star Ricky Gervais and Desperate Housewives creator Mark Cherry to pen the script, which will see the trio playing characters inspired by themselves.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Prince William Wants to Spank Paris Hilton
Prince William reportedly turned flirtatious as soon as he saw Paris Hilton at a London nightclub.
The 26-year-old invited the hotel heiress to his table after spotting her walk in with singing pal Christina Aguilera.
According to a source, the prince even tried flirting with Paris at Mayfair club Whisky Mist.
“From the moment she walked in, William only had eyes for her,” the Sun quoted a source, as saying.
“Every other girl in the room trying to get his attention seemed to disappear. He was speaking very close to her and was really charming.
“He kept saying to his friends that she was much more beautiful in the flesh. He told some pals how sweet he thought she was and really wasn’t how he had imagined her to be,” he added.
The Prince’s brother Harry, 24, and Zimbabwean girlfriend Chelsy Davy, 23, then came over to meet the star, who is in London filming telly show ‘ My New British Best Friend ’.
“They were both being really friendly — and Chelsy especially seemed really thrilled to meet Paris,” the source said.
The 26-year-old invited the hotel heiress to his table after spotting her walk in with singing pal Christina Aguilera.
According to a source, the prince even tried flirting with Paris at Mayfair club Whisky Mist.
“From the moment she walked in, William only had eyes for her,” the Sun quoted a source, as saying.
“Every other girl in the room trying to get his attention seemed to disappear. He was speaking very close to her and was really charming.
“He kept saying to his friends that she was much more beautiful in the flesh. He told some pals how sweet he thought she was and really wasn’t how he had imagined her to be,” he added.
The Prince’s brother Harry, 24, and Zimbabwean girlfriend Chelsy Davy, 23, then came over to meet the star, who is in London filming telly show ‘ My New British Best Friend ’.
“They were both being really friendly — and Chelsy especially seemed really thrilled to meet Paris,” the source said.
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Paris Hilton New Single "BFF"
Yesterday, Paris Hilton, the most famous-for-being-famous famous person, released "My BFF," which has absolutely nothing at all to do with her reality show that debuted last night on MTV, "Paris Hilton's My New BFF." The dialogue around the office about the new track went something like this:
AUGUST: So, about that new Paris Hilton single.
MARGARET: One exists?
AUGUST: Indeed, and it's exactly what you think it is.
MARGARET: Like mainlining cotton candy and Valtrex?
AUGUST: Yes, while a single grape-sized mascara tear besplotches your Louboutins.
But beyond that, what could we say? Long ago, we held out hope that Paris Hilton would make the celebrity-industrial complex implode by releasing a fantastic, on-the-surface-brainless-but-secretly-brainy pop album. That didn't happen. And now she's churned out this thing, which she told Reuters she wrote with her boyfriend Benji Madden of Good Charlotte but it doesn't sound like him and it doesn't sound like her. Instead, it's just anonymous. No flash, no sass. Not even a decent hook.
Paris, we're still holding out hope you can cash in on that breathlessly vacant expression you've perfected for the camera. I admire that look, seriously -- you've got it down to a science. But if your second album doesn't sound like a unicorn sparkle forest as dreamed by Jean Baudrillard, then sorry, but TTYN.
AUGUST: So, about that new Paris Hilton single.
MARGARET: One exists?
AUGUST: Indeed, and it's exactly what you think it is.
MARGARET: Like mainlining cotton candy and Valtrex?
AUGUST: Yes, while a single grape-sized mascara tear besplotches your Louboutins.
But beyond that, what could we say? Long ago, we held out hope that Paris Hilton would make the celebrity-industrial complex implode by releasing a fantastic, on-the-surface-brainless-but-secretly-brainy pop album. That didn't happen. And now she's churned out this thing, which she told Reuters she wrote with her boyfriend Benji Madden of Good Charlotte but it doesn't sound like him and it doesn't sound like her. Instead, it's just anonymous. No flash, no sass. Not even a decent hook.
Paris, we're still holding out hope you can cash in on that breathlessly vacant expression you've perfected for the camera. I admire that look, seriously -- you've got it down to a science. But if your second album doesn't sound like a unicorn sparkle forest as dreamed by Jean Baudrillard, then sorry, but TTYN.
Paris Hilton Gathers Playthings in BFF
Paris Hilton has gone on television to find not just a new best friend but a new best friend forever. Tuesday night, MTV premiered its latest reality series, Paris Hilton's My New BFF, in which 18 complete strangers vie to fill that empty spot in Paris' life.
There are some kinds of celebrity that are apparently immune to scandal — neither sex tapes, nor jail time, nor a catalog of youthful indiscretions posted permanently on the Internet have significantly sullied the star's reputation or made her less of a figure of fandom. This is because she seems really, really nice.
Although not even Paris thinks her life is hard ("I feel very blessed," she told David Letterman recently), it's not as if she doesn't do anything: Looking totally hot all the time takes effort and expertise. (She looks totally hot even in her LAPD booking photograph.) And she earns money, too, millions every year — she's affixed her brand to perfumes, jewelry and hair extensions. Her 2006 CD, Paris, is not the worst ever made by a person not otherwise known as a singer.
It's my own inclination, too, to give her the benefit of the doubt. I would like to think she's as sharp as whoever wrote the words she hilariously speaks in the announcement of her mock presidential candidacy. ("I'm not from the olden days, and I'm not for change like that other guy.") From out here, however, it's difficult to discover anything of substance about her — it's all parties, promotions and the increasingly rare bit of damage control. But she seems, you know, nice.
Her show is not always as nice. In the first "challenge," blindfolded contestants were nastily interrogated by Jeff Beacher, a Las Vegas impresario, as Paris and boyfriend Benji Madden looked on. "Do you think you're hot?" "Are your breasts real?" "How many guys have you slept with?" ("Tonight?" one girl asked back.) "Would you die for Paris?" There is only one right answer to that question, and it isn't the one they were after.
The contestants represent a cross-section of types and styles and backgrounds, none as fabulous as Paris'. What they share primarily are a kind of mystical belief in the star and the hope that her reflected glory might make their own glory apparent. (And, of course, "reality-show star" has for a generation become — and I am amazed by this, really — a potential career, rather than just a mad detour on the way to real life.) They will be judged on taste, class, "business savvy," ability to party, realness, devotion to Paris — "and, of course, they'll have to be hot."
Some seem sweet; some are just annoying. ("Is it mostly losers, right?" Letterman asked her.) In the way of these things, they are all shut up together in a kind of Barbie Dream House by way of Candy Spelling. Players include the androgynous Onch, who feels he represents "the best of both worlds, an amazing girlfriend and an amazing boyfriend"; the self-loving Kiki, who says people hate her because "I'm pretty and nice"; and Baje, pronounced, "beige," who declares, "I haven't met anyone more mean than me," though I wasn't sure she meant among her competitors or in the entire world. There has been drama, and there will be more. Possibly there will be love as well.
As a contest that combines infatuation with a famous person with the desire to serve her, it's somewhere between Flavor of Love and I Want to Work for Diddy. Because all the power belongs to Paris, the proper term for these aspiring BFFs is not friend but minion. Paris has claimed that the winner — the events of the show have already transpired in this, our real world — has actually become a friend and that she's socialized with all the rest of them.
But in the context of My New BFF, they are merely her pets and playthings.
There are some kinds of celebrity that are apparently immune to scandal — neither sex tapes, nor jail time, nor a catalog of youthful indiscretions posted permanently on the Internet have significantly sullied the star's reputation or made her less of a figure of fandom. This is because she seems really, really nice.
Although not even Paris thinks her life is hard ("I feel very blessed," she told David Letterman recently), it's not as if she doesn't do anything: Looking totally hot all the time takes effort and expertise. (She looks totally hot even in her LAPD booking photograph.) And she earns money, too, millions every year — she's affixed her brand to perfumes, jewelry and hair extensions. Her 2006 CD, Paris, is not the worst ever made by a person not otherwise known as a singer.
It's my own inclination, too, to give her the benefit of the doubt. I would like to think she's as sharp as whoever wrote the words she hilariously speaks in the announcement of her mock presidential candidacy. ("I'm not from the olden days, and I'm not for change like that other guy.") From out here, however, it's difficult to discover anything of substance about her — it's all parties, promotions and the increasingly rare bit of damage control. But she seems, you know, nice.
Her show is not always as nice. In the first "challenge," blindfolded contestants were nastily interrogated by Jeff Beacher, a Las Vegas impresario, as Paris and boyfriend Benji Madden looked on. "Do you think you're hot?" "Are your breasts real?" "How many guys have you slept with?" ("Tonight?" one girl asked back.) "Would you die for Paris?" There is only one right answer to that question, and it isn't the one they were after.
The contestants represent a cross-section of types and styles and backgrounds, none as fabulous as Paris'. What they share primarily are a kind of mystical belief in the star and the hope that her reflected glory might make their own glory apparent. (And, of course, "reality-show star" has for a generation become — and I am amazed by this, really — a potential career, rather than just a mad detour on the way to real life.) They will be judged on taste, class, "business savvy," ability to party, realness, devotion to Paris — "and, of course, they'll have to be hot."
Some seem sweet; some are just annoying. ("Is it mostly losers, right?" Letterman asked her.) In the way of these things, they are all shut up together in a kind of Barbie Dream House by way of Candy Spelling. Players include the androgynous Onch, who feels he represents "the best of both worlds, an amazing girlfriend and an amazing boyfriend"; the self-loving Kiki, who says people hate her because "I'm pretty and nice"; and Baje, pronounced, "beige," who declares, "I haven't met anyone more mean than me," though I wasn't sure she meant among her competitors or in the entire world. There has been drama, and there will be more. Possibly there will be love as well.
As a contest that combines infatuation with a famous person with the desire to serve her, it's somewhere between Flavor of Love and I Want to Work for Diddy. Because all the power belongs to Paris, the proper term for these aspiring BFFs is not friend but minion. Paris has claimed that the winner — the events of the show have already transpired in this, our real world — has actually become a friend and that she's socialized with all the rest of them.
But in the context of My New BFF, they are merely her pets and playthings.
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