July 13th, 2008 |
Culture,
Nightlife,
People
So the other night I go to this Vh1 Rock Honors The Who at Intermix that my good friend Ryan invited me to… Ryan is one of the visual geniuses for Intermix and you might know him as the diva who struck a pose in my previous penis party set…
So anyway he originally said that he wanted me to take pictures so I figured he was in charge of that list which of course for an event like that he wasn’t… at all… so the day before the party I find myself dealing with Lisette… the LA head of ShadowPR and finding out that all I was oked for was to shoot the red carpet…
Now lets discuss the red carpet for some people who maybe haven’t experienced it either at all or on the back end… the closest thing I can liken the photographers area to is one of those seething squirming masses of alaskan salmon that they show you sometimes on the discovery channel… because in the space the size of a walk in closet they’ve stuffed 20 camera people, 10 interviewers and at least 6 high end video set ups… all for like 6 b list celebrities.
So of course I’m all dressed up and everyone else is wearing t-shirts… they’re all carrying around camera and video packages that cost as much as cars and they have totally blocked me out of getting any reasonable shots. So I did what they all couldn’t…. since I was indeed invited to the party… I surrendered my camera, tucked my press pass into my pocket, and headed in to face the masses… and find an open bar.
When I entered I immediately found my group of friends and we set about quietly mocking the society we have obviously bought into… and also relishing at the wonders of an open bar… whilst we helped ourselves to more than a few helpings of the two different drink stations… in a somewhat delightful twist since I had to be there early to shoot there were no lines so I drank and refilled twice… which gave me a nice buzz… so when the crowds came and the lines started forming walls down the middle of the floor I could focus on just enjoying the party.
Now don’t let it be said that interacting with b list celebrities can’t be fun though because I beg to differ…I learn a lot at these parties… since most tv actors are considered b list and since as you know I’m a bit mad about television these days… I also like seeing someone and knowing that they are someone… but having no idea who… and then asking them and finding out and that being a totally acceptable thing… because they’re happy you recognized them and you’re happy because it brings to mind a fantastic wank session three seasons prior… which brings me to my next topic… Selena Gomez…
Now anyone who knows who Selena Gomez is… probaly either has younger siblings or just reads a looot of gossip mags… both of which would have enlightened the rest of you to the existence of this 15 year old star of the disney show Wizards of Waverly Place… a job which seemingly would put her deep in the annals of c list fame until she at got a fake id or filled out enough to pose in maxim and get a job on a real network… but instead because of this strange new tween ruled world we live in she’s the understudy for the most bankable entertainment asset in the world right now…
And I don’t mean that literally… what I mean is apparently disney isn’t banking that Miley Cirrus (the aforementioned asset) will go on forever… but just long enough to get the tweeneys ready to fall in love with their next purity ring wearing export. But anyway I admit to the fact that when she walked in I had no idea who she was…nor was I even paying her any attention at all… what got my attention was while I’m swilling at least my third alcoholic beverage of the evening I look next to me and see a suprisingly unremarkable looking BOY… in BRACES… like he looked ready to start wearing big boy underwear at any moment… and then I realize he’s hanging with a crew of fellow prepubescents and so of course because I’m obsessed with the concept of child actors… I went over and made friends.
So after a little chat it becomes clear that that Selena and I are BFF so I went off to find someone my own age and I had one of those… “you’re totally familar but I have NO idea who you are so as soon as I get home I’m gonna wikipedia your name” moments with the beautiful fellow pop journalist Carrie Keagan who works for a little something called No Good TV and who I’d seen on a couple episodes of Chelsea Lately… we chatted and laughed for a bit and she promised to interview me next time although I would have settled for more smiling, cursing and crazy bouffant hairstyles…
The rest of the night went swimmingly… here are some of the highlights…
Kim Kardashian and her ass came to the party… thank goodness she had bodyguards or I would have tried to shoot it and mount it on my wall…
Lauren Conrad showed up right about the same time as Audrina… uh… can we say awkward Hollywood roommate moment…
The girl who cries black tears from Heroes totally ruined the second season for me…thanks a lot Dania
And thats what its like in the wild wild west… where the dreams are big and the tits are bigger and you can’t go ten feet without seeing someone from a reality tv show….
Written by Zac |
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