Why are you on the run, Iceman? Was your impromptu concert at the Malibu Starbucks interrupted by yawns, highflying Caramel Macchiatos and Gary Busey insisting that he should join in with a ham bone solo and a spiritual chant?
Either French actor (and former Kylie paramour) Oliver Martinez is attempting to recreate his favorite scene from the film Gummo or he's just creeping everybody out with his ability to ride a bike without using the handles (all the while doing a very good Vincent Gallo impression).
Yesterday, we debuted our new feature, "A Call to the Bullpen," without much explanation. While this was intentional, we'll take the opportunity now to give you, the loyal Defamer audience, a bit of context about the vibe we're aiming for with it. "A Call to the Bullpen" is our humble attempt to break up the day's regular posting schedule with a weird or interesting (or weirdly interesting) celebrity photo, one that we'll pair with a song and a bit of caption. Basically, it's the Defamer equivalent to the Kiss Cam you tend to see at Dodgers or Lakers games, only instead of showing kids frenching to "What I Like About You," we'll show you a photo of Lindsay Lohan stumbling out of Villa scored with a Three 6 Mafia song or Spoon tune. That's it! With that, please enjoy the next installment...
As reality TV star Lauren Conrad brilliantly illustrates, the best part of fame and celebrity might just be knowing that you're allowed to dress like Mrs. Roper from Three's Company and still considered to be "fashion forward."
I know that's an extremely sacrilegious thought and a part of me morally objects to it, but how awesome would a remake of Rosemary's Baby starring Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes be? Obviously, it'd be played for laughs, but it'd one of those movies that Hollywood couples make to explain their love affair. Like Kurt Russell & Goldie Hawn in Overboard.
I can imagine it all right now. The hallway leading up to Brett Ratner's bedroom lined with MTV Music Video awards, scented candles, rose petals and framed photos that'd feel more home in Brett & Bob Evans' 'Book of Us'. The song above blasting through the Bose Audio system all through out the house; vibrating and rattling the windows. Yet the only thing spoken the entire night probably was, "Just not in my eyes, okay?"
