A New York judge ruled that walking Twitter feud Courtney Love owes Jacob & Co. (the company started by Jacob the Jeweler) more than $100,000 for jewelry she borrowed to wear to a charity event that she never returned. Do you think she pawned it off?
For perpetually calm and collected Courtney Love, it seems that time does not heal all wounds. She's still seething over Kurt Cobain's suicide. She's so enraged, in fact, that if Kurt should somehow rise from the beyond, she says she'd kill him again. And not only that! She also says she'd make sure to have sex with him one more time before finishing him off.
Welcome to the neighborhood, Frances Bean Cobain! The angsty progeny of authoress Courtney Love and Kurt Cobain has purchased a 3,350 square-foot home all her own. Frances reportedly attends Bard College in upstate New York and spends the majority of her time on the East Coast, so it remains to be seen how much time she'll actually spend in L.A. Maybe for spring break with the girls?
Courtney Love is writing a book! Or rather, a ghostwriter is being yanked from his bed in the middle of the night, shackled to a desk in an abandoned warehouse, and forced to whittle down 10,000 hours of scrambled spoken thoughts and profanity into something resembling a coherent sequence of ideas expressed in written words, i.e. a book!
That wonderful scent of stale champagne and hairspray haze you smell is the waft aroma from the continued residence of New York Fashion Week at the tents in Lincoln Center. What did the models, designers, celebrities, and assorted mayhem makers get up to today. Let's look.
Simon Cowell fondly recalls a successful date with "wacko" Denise Richards. Did Lady Gaga hook up with a tween idol? Madonna defends her right to hate hydrangeas. What did Ali Lohan do to her face? Thursday gossip has questions.
It was Ron Perelman's party, and Ellen Pompeo cried even though she didn't want to. Daniel Radcliffe was "reliant" on alcohol. Nicki Minaj's cousin was murdered. Andrew Keegan might have been tased. Tuesday gossip is troubled.
Courtney Love takes David LaChapelle's car and chauffeur for a midnight joyride. David Duchovny and Tea Leoni split up again. Kim Kardashian hands out wedding confidentiality agreements. And Emma Watson talks about her first crush. Wednesday gossip asks, where's my car?
"But as Gwyneth once said to me, ‘Once you're A-list, you're always A-list,' and I try to remember that." —Courtney Love, in part 2 of her interview with The Fix. She's at least as reliable as the anonymous fabulists on tabloid payrolls, right? Actually, don't answer that. I really want this quote to be true.
"The one drug I'd like to try one day is Ayahuasca, which should be mandatory for everybody. It's apparently this crazy tea that gives you these intense hallucinations. Everyone who takes it sees a wise old black man who takes you on a wild journey. I'm not going to name names, but everyone who takes it sees the same black guy. I'm not kidding you. Everyone!" —Courtney Love in an interview with The Fix about sobriety.
Courtney Love's history with Twitter is, like her history with everything, a rocky one. She vanished from the site in January after being sued for defamation by fashion designer Dawn Simorangkir over a tweet. You'd figure the fact that she paid out $430,000 to settle that lawsuit would have kept her off for good.
Courtney Love offers to "take a metal straw" to Kurt Cobain's remains. Charlie Sheen enters the t-shirt business. Gilbert Gottfried regrets his tsunami jokes. Joe Jonas swears he's not gay. Wednesday gossip communes with the beyond.
Courtney Love has settled her Twitter defamation lawsuit with fashion designer Dawn Simorangkir for $430,000. In March of 2009, Courtney Love let loose a string of nasty tweets about Simorangkir, calling her, among other things "a 52 year old desperate cokes [sic] ass" and a "nasty, lying, hosebag thief." It was apparently an argument over some clothes.
[You put your sad shoe in, you take your sad shoe out, you have the DT's and you shake it all about. Then you chauffer grabs you so you don't go falling down—that's what it's all about!]
