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Oh No They Didn't! - LiveJournal.com

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    SALUTE TOUR DATES
    All dates, cities and venues below subject to change.

    Wednesday, Sept. 10 Boca Raton, FL Mizner Park Amphitheatre
    Friday, Sept. 12 Orlando, FL House of Blues
    Saturday, Sept. 13 Atlanta, GA The Tabernacle
    Tuesday, Sept. 16 Grand Prairie, TX Verizon Theatre at Grand Prairie (on sale now)
    Wednesday, Sept. 17 Houston, TX Bayou Music Center
    Friday, Sept. 19 Phoenix, AZ Comerica Theatre (on sale now)
    Monday, Sept. 22 Hollywood, CA Hollywood Palladium
    Tuesday, Sept. 23 San Jose, CA City National Civic
    Friday, Sept. 26 St Louis, MO The Pageant
    Tuesday, Sept. 30 Charlotte, NC The Fillmore Charlotte
    Thursday, Oct. 2 Montclair, NJ The Wellmont Theater
    Friday, Oct. 3 New York, NY JBL Live at Pier 97
    Saturday, Oct. 4 Wallingford, CT Toyota Oakdale Theatre (on sale now)
    Wednesday, Oct. 8 Upper Darby, PA Tower Theatre
    Thursday, Oct. 9 Silver Spring, MD The Fillmore Silver Spring
    Saturday, Oct. 11 Toronto, ON The Sound Academy















    no Seattle date, bye.

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    Zack Snyder took a lot of flack for depicting mass deaths and the destruction of Metropolis in last summer’s “Man of Steel.”

    As he gears up to shoot the pic’s sequel, the still-untitled “Batman-Superman” movie, the director told Forbes that he’s merely depicting the “real world we live in.” Snyder said that fans are clinging to the more squeaky-clean Superman as depicted by Christopher Reeve in the iconic movies, instead of the comic book version of Superman, who wreaked massive damage.

    “The thing I was surprised about in response to Superman was how everyone clings to the Christopher Reeve version of Superman,” he told Forbes. “How tightly they cling to those ideas, not really the comic book version, but more the movie version. … If you really analyze the comic book version of Superman, he’s killed, he’s done all the things. I guess the rules that people associate with Superman in the movie world are not the rules that really apply to him in the comic book world because those rules are different. He’s done all the things and more that we’ve shown him doing, right?”


    Like in “Watchmen,” which he directed in 2009, Snyder said he wanted to depict the true nature of violence rather than the sanitized, unrealistic version.

    “It’s just funny to see people really taking it personally … because I made (Superman) real, you know, I made him feel or made consequences (in) the world,” he said. “I felt like, it was the same thing in ‘Watchmen.’ We really wanted to show it wasn’t just like they thought, like the PG-13 version where everyone just gets up and they’re fine. I really wanted to show the violence is real, people get killed or get hurt and it’s not fun or funny.”

    “Batman-Superman” will face off against “Captain America 3” in theaters on May 6, 2016. The movie stars Henry Cavill as Superman, Ben Affleck as Batman, Jesse Eisenberg, Jeremy Irons and Holly Hunter.

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    Fake geek boy Zack Snyder has never read a Superman comic in his life.

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    Britney Jean debuts at no4 on China's music chart, while it is also the week's biggest international release in the country.
    In other news, Atomic Kitten recently revealed that Britney was really feeling one of their songs and wanted to record it, but they turned down the offer!

    "We had great songs, Britney Spears wanted 'Whole Again', and we were like, 'Absolutely not. No way. Back off! That's ours'," Natasha Hamilton told Digital Spy.

    Liz McClarnon added: "We were nearly crying. That [was] supposed to be our song to crack America with."




    S1: http://www.sino-chart.com/chart/record.html
    S2: http://www.digitalspy.co.uk/music/news/a563630/britney-spears-wanted-whole-again-say-atomic-kitten.html#~oC4HlFQCUq77Oi#ixzz2zWzpeBYo

    Which song would you like to have seen Brit record?

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    A retired ambulance worker claims One Direction star Harry Styles was named after him!

    Grandad Harry Styles, 72, told how he treated the pop heartthrob's heavily pregnant mum when she had a funny turn at a pop concert. The St John volunteer was on duty 20 years ago when he went to the aid of the expectant mum whose surname was Styles. She spotted the name tag on his uniform and told him: "You're quite nice, if it's a boy I'm going to call him Harry".


    The chance meeting happened in Birmingham - just 20 miles from the hospital where the pop star was born.
    Retired Harry said: "It's a great feeling to know I may have had a part in his fame. "Harry is a great name - I'm sure he wouldn't have gone on to have the success he has had if he was called something different."

    Dad-of-two Harry says he met the pop star's mum while working at the NEC shortly before she gave birth. Story Of My Life singer Harry was born at Alexandra Hospital, Redditch, in February 1994. His mum, Anne, and dad, Des, were living in the small market town of Evesham, just outside Birmingham, at the time. His family later moved to Cheshire before his parents divorced when he was just seven. Harry, 20, grew up listening to the Beatles and Elvis before getting his lucky break on TV talent show The X Factor.

    The singer's 72-year-old namesake isn't a One Direction fan but shares his love of 60s stars. The retired railway safety manager, from Newport, says he is teased by his family over his name. His daughter Helen, 42, has even bought him a hoodie with "Keep Calm Love Harry Styles" written on it. Harry, who spent 27 years with St John Ambulance, said: "My daughter put up a picture of me on Facebook saying we had the same name - but sadly I had no replies from any young ladies.

    "But I have to admit I don't think I'd know the other Harry Styles if he walked past me in the street."

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    This weekend WonderCon took place in Anaheim California. Despite the fact that the Anaheim Convention Center is a few steps away from Disneyland, Disney decided not to have a presentation at the convention. Instead they launched a 20 minute preview of Maleficent in their theme park across the street. The preview is being shown in the Bugs Life Theater in Disney California Adventure theme park until June so all park visitor will have a chance to experience the magic complete with 4D effects. Germain Lussier and I are both card carrying members of the Disneyland annual passholder club, so after walking the show floor at WonderCon on Friday, we visited the park to take in the sneak preview. After the jump you can watch a video blog where we give our reaction to the Maleficent Preview footage, along with a brief written description of the footage screened.



    The first was a clip from the party for the birth of baby Aurora. Maleficent enters and curses the baby to fall into a deep sleep after her 16th birthday. The interesting thing in
    the subtext though, are the glances exchanged between she and the King, played by Sharlto Copely. It’s almost like these two used to be together. She makes him beg to save the child, which is when the provision is put in about true love’s kiss.

    The second scene is Aurora walking in the woods. Maleficent casts a whimsical spell and gently floats her to a more secluded, darker section of the woods. The princess then wakes up to discover a lively, dark, but beautiful area that looks much like Pandora in Avatar. She
    and Maleficent exchange words about “being scared” like you’ve seen in the trailers, then the scene cuts.

    Finally, the footage presentation ended with a basically trailer montage of huge epic battles, Maleficent flying around with wings and a big dragon.

    The best part of seeing this footage at Disney’s California Adventure is the 4D experience. Things like specially timed lighting tricks, smoke, fire effects and more are usually reserved for familiar, old films or theme park rides. For all intensive purposes, this is a theme park ride. But it’s also a preview of an upcoming release. So it’s cool and rare to enjoy 4D effects on a movie that hasn’t been release yet.

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    I don't know if anyone else goes on the cesspool that is the IMDB message boards but a couple days ago there was a guy claiming to be apart of the legal team for Disney and had authorization to leak major spoilers of Maleficent to dispel any bad rumors, I don't want to believe him but at the same time it looks too elaborate to be a troll move, so I don't know. If what he said was true though, I may actually still have hope for this movie.

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  • 04/21/14--08:02: Madonna 2014 album news
  • Is Madonna's 13th Album Already Finished? Someone Claims To Have Heard It!



    Madonna's discography is getting larger rather quickly. The waiting time from "Confessions on a Dance Floor" to "Hard Candy" was of three years, and the latter to "MDNA" was four years, and today it all points out the Queen of Pop will be releasing a new album this year! And that would mean that...(taking off the 'MDNA' touring period), that Madonna only had one full year to record this?

    Today, Monday, April 21st, we find out the 13th studio album of her career may be already DONE. Her close friends and long time collaborators, fashion photographers Mert and Marcus (who work together as duo), uploaded, in the early hours of Monday, a photo they had just taken of Madonna in their hotel room on Instagram. The caption reads:

    'In my room listening to the NEW ALBUM!!!!! Im DYING!!!!!! LET ME LOVE YOU FROM INSIDE OUT ???????? @madonna'

    Madonna List Of New Album Collaborators Grows To Include MoZella, S1 And Toby Gad



    Madonna isn’t taking any chances with her new LP. The pop icon has been cooking up tunes with EDM hitmaker du jour Avicii as well as collaborating with fellow diva/gun songwriter Natalia Kills. Now you can add MoZella , Symbolyc One (often referred to as S1) and Toby Gad to that extremely promising list.

    So who are Madonna’s latest collaborators? Toby Gad should be familiar to most of you as the man who penned Beyonce‘s “If I Were A Boy” and Fergie‘s “Big Girls Don’t Cry”. S1 has also worked with Queen Bey (he produced “Best Thing I Never Had”), while MoZella was actually signed to Maverick Records — the Material Girl’s old label — in the early ’00s and released a couple of great albums and EPs.

    Now she’s perhaps best known for writing Miley Cyrus‘ brilliant “Wrecking Ball”. With this trio on board, it’s a pretty safe bet that they are working on a ballad. Which is great news because you need an occasional break from the floorfillers and some of Madonna’s best songs are slow jams (“Live To Tell”, “Take A Bow” and “Rain”).



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    Do you think she's planning a summer release, or a Beyoncé-like iTunes release?

    The producers have me thinking she's going to be trying something more ballad based/Adele inspired.

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    Lindsay Lohan shows off some cleavage on the cover of Kode Magazine‘s spring 2014 issue, available online now in limited edition.

    Inside the issue, the mag claims that the 27-year-old actress is no longer sober and that she was drinking vodka during the interview.

    Here is an excerpt: “When speaking of Oprah, Lohan has nothing but glowing qualms of the talk show queen ‘She’s taught me so much and really believes in me, nothing like Barbara Walters,’ she confesses as she takes a sip from her freshly topped off glass of Vodka on the rocks. From this moment, all questions of sobriety seem irrelevant.”

    Later, the writer of the article says, “The last time I saw Lindsay would be as she made her way into the second day of the Coachella festival with a vodka filled Evian bottle.” (see pics)

    Lindsay also revealed some details about a man she is dating when asked if she plans on checking her 10 to 11 bags at the airport. “Oh this guy I’m seeing sent me a jet because he wants to see me…” she said. “But he’s married with kids.”

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    This quote is in the actual magazine (scan at source)

    As I gush over my love of Jared Letto (note: they actually spelled it like that. Is this real???? you ask. I have no clue), she immediately bites back with claims of a sordid love affair with the statue winner. "All my friends love Jared, we've been off and on for years.", she affirms. My curiosity gets the best of me and I blurt out "I bet he's great in bed" and she swiftly responds "Oh Yeah!"

    Just like that she saunters off into the opposite side of the room as the conversation then moves to America's sweetheart Jennifer Lawrence. Her feeling towards her infamous stumble at the ceremony's red carpet is pretty evident. "She's so fake and I'm sorry I'm not going to fuck for roles."


    The very last paragraph she mentions that she might have morning sickness. How would they know that if this wasn't a real interview? Unless they waited until literally last night after the show aired to publish this since it's online only? ONTD DETECTIVES GET ON IT.

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    Mala Mala, a bold new documentary about Puerto Rico’s diverse trans scene, received a standing ovation after its world premiere last night at New York’s Tribeca Film Festival, where it’s one of just 12 films competing in this year’s World Documentary Competition.

    The doc stars P.R.’s most visible trans activist, Ivana Fred, and star of season six of RuPaul’s Drag Race April Carrión, who at the premiere wore a beautiful black gown emblazoned with the film’s credits down the back.

    Funded partly by Kickstarter, Mala Mala was three years in the making, and brings together very different stories — from Sandy, an unapologetic sex worker in San Juan’s rough La 15 neighborhood, to Paxx, a brave young trans man with no apparent local support system. At turns tender, funny, raw and gorgeous, the film also covers a profound moment in local LGBT history: last year’s passage of Senate Bill 238, which bans discrimination based on sexual orientation and gender identity.

    “The bill really just came up during the last eight months of production,” director Dan Sickles said. “We got a call from Ivana one day saying like, ‘Oh hey, we’re going to the Senate to fight for our rights.’ We’re like, ‘What? Okay, so we need to be there.’ So we were lucky enough to follow it along, and to see it passed into law was golden for us.”

    “They themselves have opened up to possibilities of how they can collaborate in their community,” co-director Antonio Santini adds.
     

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    Gender identity is not something filmmakers Antonio Santini and Dan Sickles struggle with on a daily basis. However, the fight for the right to define oneself despite nature captivated the young artists enough to take them on a three-year journey to shed a much-needed light on the transgender community in Puerto Rico.

    It was at a film festival in Austin, Texas, after a few drinks, where Santini and Sickle met the drag queen that would change the course of their careers. She took them home and showed the young men her world and the hardship she faced on a daily basis. "She was so honest and transparent, and all of a sudden we were having this conversation about gender and identity and how it relates to sexuality," Sickles says.

    Santini was born and grew up in San Juan, and he reconnected with on Facebook with April Carrión, a high school classmate. Slowly the two accumulated their diverse and captivating subjects. From the empowered trans rights fighter who drives the streets handing out condoms and lubricant to the sex workers, most of whom she calls her friends. Then there is older woman who refuses to consider herself as trans: She had the surgery and is now a woman. The most absorbing subject has to be Samantha, a striking yet timid person who faces the world with haunting optimism.

    The film follows these individuals, documenting their daily lives, and although the narrative begins with a festive spirit—where we meet the fabulous members of the drag houses—gradually grows darker, shedding a refined light on the sex workers in San Juan. Santini and Sickles masterfully create a heartbreaking mood without capitalizing on their subjects’ painful expriences.

    When asked about the film’s title, which literally translates as Bad, Bad is also a euphemism for "menstruation," the two men laugh. It is a question, it seems, they face at every interview. Although mala translates as menstruation, “it is really an attitude,” the filmmakers explain. The ladies of the film would say they were "mala" when they were looking really good, or feeling extra feminine.

    There is a parallel between the transgender community and Puerto Rican culture as a whole, say the directors. "Puerto Rico has this status where they're tied to the United States," Sickles explains, "Yet, they're working towards articulating their own independent voice so there seem to be a lot of parallels of being super visible but also largely ignored.” Both parties are fighting for a voice.

    Video may be NSFW, unless you are a hooker, which let's face it you are

    Carrión was on Drag Race. So what does she think of the recent “she mail” controversy?

    “We need to have humor, and we cannot take everything so seriously,” she says. “I mean, RuPaul’s Drag Race is a campy show. It’s a show that makes fun of everything. And that is what drag is. We are men dressed as women doing a show and trying to be all fishy. Like, it’s not serious. But it is what it is, and if somebody is offended by the phrase, then it’s good that there’s respect for that too.”

    A little surprising that someone who identifies as a man dressed as a woman is at the center of a transgender documentary - but hey, it's a big community

    Sources: Queerty& Out

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    As I suggested last week, Joffrey's death for the moment is more of a problem for the grieving, vengeful Cersei — and imprisoned patsy Tyrion — than for House Lannister as a whole. Cersei's younger son Tommen isn't the sadistic bully his older brother was, and Tywin has already masterfully walked him into playing his grandfather's obedient puppet king. It's hard to imagine him capriciously instigating a war with the North because he wants to watch a teenage girl suffer.

    While his sister/lover mourns the death of their monstrous son, Jaime in turn seizes the moment to finally perform the act he's been denied of since the war with the North began, even if he has to get very rough at first to get what he want. It's an intense scene, and beautifully shot (just look at the glow surrounding Cersei after she's left alone in the sept with Jaime), and rekindles the sick, complex relationship between these two — an unholy union in the holiest of places.(*)

    (*) When I interviewed Alex Graves about "The Lion and the Rose," we also spoke briefly about the Jaime/Cersei scene and about how the encounter starts out as Jaime forcing himself on her, then turns into something else. This is what he said:

    "Well, it becomes consensual by the end, because anything for them ultimately results in a turn-on, especially a power struggle. Nobody really wanted to talk about what was going on between the two characters, so we had a rehearsal that was a blocking rehearsal. And it was very much about the earlier part with Charles (Dance) and the gentle verbal kidnapping of Cersei's last living son. Nikolaj came in and we just went through one physical progression and digression of what they went through, but also how to do it with only one hand, because it was Nikolaj. By the time you do that and you walk through it, the actors feel comfortable going home to think about it. The only other thing I did was that ordinarily, you rehearse the night before, and I wanted to rehearse that scene four days before, so that we could think about everything. And it worked out really well. That's one of my favorite scenes I've ever done."


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    Having made her name as a young and attractive starlet, you might expect Cameron Diaz to dread the ageing process.

    But the actress says she ‘can’t wait to be older’ as she believes women over 40 get the best parts.

    The 41-year-old says British stars Helen Mirren and Judi Dench and American Meryl Streep have demonstrated actresses become more successful as they age.

    She said: ‘[This] is the best time of my life. I love being this age. I can’t wait to be older. The most interesting parts are for women who are over 40. We don’t see it that way, because they’re not the sexy parts.

    ‘We’re not giving those women enough credit for what they’re accomplishing, which is beautiful performances.’


    Miss Diaz, who recently published The Body Book - a lifestyle guide aimed at helping women be more comfortable with their bodies - has previously said it's 'crazy' how women are pressured to look young, even as they are maturing.

    She has also been open about her long-term battle with acne and how she had plastic surgery on her nose after breaking it four times.

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    Fans who lined up for the Tribeca Film Festival premiere of the paranormal romance “In Your Eyes,” written by Joss Whedon and directed by Brin Hill, on Sunday night were in for a surprise after the credits rolled: They needn’t have gone at all.

    The film, Mr. Whedon was to inform them in a postscreening video, would be immediately available in digital release, around the world and in multiple languages, on Vimeo on Demand for $5 a pop.

    Mr. Whedon, the man behind “Buffy the Vampire Slayer” and the revamped “Avengers,” wrote and produced “In Your Eyes,” which stars Zoe Kazan and Michael Stahl-David as strangers with a mysterious telepathic connection, discovered when Ms. Kazan’s character is a child and her sled hurtles into a stand of trees. She grows up to become a discomfited housewife, he an ex-con with a heart of gold. A psychic romance ensues.

    The film was produced by Bellwether Pictures, the small company that Mr. Whedon founded with his wife, Kai Cole.

    A Special Announcement from Bellwether Pictures on Vimeo.



    The release strategy for “In Your Eyes” echoes similar initiatives that have seen creatives take distribution into their own hands, as Louis C.K. did when he made a tidy sum off his digital self-release of concert film “Live at the Beacon Theater” in 2011.

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    It seems kind of weird that after all these years and the hugeness of The Avengers, the Joss Whedon tag is still called "Buffyverse"

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    Nikki Reed at the "In Your Eyes" Premiere during the 2014 Tribeca Film Festival on April 20







    with Cara Santana leaving the Laurel Gym after a work out in Studio City on April 17






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    Julia Roberts on Her Family and Fame
    The Academy Award winning actress, thankful for the life she shares out of the spotlight with her family, brings her star power to the small screen in HBO's film adaptation of 'The Normal Heart'


    THE CONCEPT OF FATE comes up a lot in conversation with Julia Roberts. "I don't want to toy with the gods," she'll say. Or, "I don't want to tempt the fates." This is understandable since by any accounting she has been phenomenally lucky: a career that has lasted more than 25 years and includes a best-actress Oscar, legs that are still coltish at 46 and a marriage that has sailed past the decade mark and given her three kids. But these days, she's trying to live a life more ordinary, admittedly a difficult proposition for someone who found superstardom at 22 with 1990's Pretty Woman and to date has brought in $2.6 billion in box office receipts—almost twice the annual GDP of Belize. So tinkering is not something that Roberts is keen to do.

    Nor is she eager to scrutinize the inner workings of her life, as though doing so might destroy the fine balance between being an acclaimed actress director Mike Nichols compares to Greta Garbo and her quiet existence in Malibu, where she has lived since 2007. "We're just grateful for the sense we have of being like any other family down the street. I don't question it, frankly," says Roberts, who the morning of WSJ.'s photo shoot is settling in with a plate of scrambled eggs and toast that she offers to her tousle-haired children, 9-year-old twins Hazel and Finn and 6-year-old Henry. (She tries to instill sibling harmony as much as the next mother, handling a skirmish over toys with a quick "Guess what? We are sharing everything.")





    This is the life that Roberts, in her own Garbo-esque way, is trying to protect—a relative rarity in today's Hollywood, where so many stars mine their personal lives to generate self-branded mini-industries. But that would go against another cornerstone of Roberts's philosophy: that of deep gratitude for "having found your 'people,'" as she calls the family she created with cinematographer husband Danny Moder, whom she married in 2002. So although last night she made an appearance at a party thrown by one of her agents, CAA's Kevin Huvane, and tomorrow she will walk the Academy Awards' red carpet in a custom Givenchy gown, she seems content right where she is—dressed in a sweater and jeans, newly blond hair pulled back, her delicately lined face free of makeup, with her children climbing into her lap to collect hugs.

    Almost all of her acting work is shot around their schedule, even her most recent: an adaptation of The Normal Heart, a play about the early fight against AIDS, airing on HBO this month. "By the time we had kids, I had accomplished things and felt secure about that part of my life," says Roberts. "I was so joyful moving into the family phase of my life in a sincere way." When the twins arrived in 2004, she had been working for 18 years, and she'd been a marquee name since the release of her second film, 1988's Mystic Pizza. From 1997 to 2001, a Julia Roberts vehicle pretty much guaranteed an average opening weekend of $25 million, and most went on to earn well over $100 million. She had become so famous by the time she was expecting Hazel and Finn, her part in 2004's Ocean's Twelve was rewritten so that her character could pretend to be a pregnant Julia Roberts. But from then on, Roberts seems to have tried to slow things down, and after Henry was born in 2007, the family moved full time to a relatively modest, secluded house that Roberts and Moder built on a sprawling lot in Malibu.

    As a result, "for a long time," she says of her children, "they weren't even aware I had a job because I was home so much.




    Now they get it." Still, they have never seen the best-actress Oscar she received for 2000's Erin Brockovich, the film for which she became the first Hollywood actress to be paid $20 million. (Her Oscar ended up at her older sister Lisa's New York apartment, Roberts says, breaking into a gleeful smile. "They were doing this photo album where everyone who visited the apartment would pose with it.")

    "That's what Julia has been best at, maintaining their real life," says Nichols, who has been a constant reassuring presence for Roberts since directing her in 2004's Closer. "It's the little things that tell the tale. When you visit them, there is nobody working at their house, sweeping their hall. There are toys all over, and it's just Julia and Danny and the kids. She always slips away from the center."

    It's a life she's hard-pressed to give up, so she filmed The Normal Heart during the children's summer and Thanksgiving vacations, with them in tow. The project is not from the typical Julia Roberts playbook: There are no big laughs, no fairy-tale romance and certainly no big hair, which is coiled into a low bun as Roberts plays the tightly wound, wheelchair-bound Dr. Emma Brookner, a polio victim who has become an AIDS doctor. It's a small but pivotal role in an ensemble piece, an unflinching movie about the 1980s AIDS crisis in New York City, adapted by activist playwright Larry Kramer and director Ryan Murphy (the creator of Glee) from Kramer's original 1985 play. The character of Dr. Brookner—based on the real-life Dr. Linda Laubenstein, also a polio survivor and New York City physician who treated early AIDS cases—is a vociferous campaigner for AIDS research funding and a proponent of the wildly unpopular, and at the time scientifically unsupported, recommendation of abstinence.

    The material is difficult and, according to Murphy, who also directed her in 2010's Eat Pray Love, calls upon Roberts to evoke the same sort of "emotional advocacy" she displayed in Erin Brockovich. Roberts deflects his theory with a grin. "Ryan just likes it when I'm yelling," she says, laughing and switching into a deep drawl. "He's like, 'I love it when Lady gets mad, cheeks get red.'"



    "I selfishly wanted to see Julia do this role," Murphy admits. "There is a famous scene where her character just explodes. Julia has said her heart is directly connected to her brain, so when she has an explosion you believe it and you feel it. She is someone who has been able to harness not just anger but passion."

    Locating that passion is crucial for Roberts. "Part of the attraction [to a role] is to something that aligns within you to that person," she says. In fact, she had already turned down the role of Dr. Brookner twice (the film option had previously been held by Barbra Streisand ) because she saw only the character's hostility and rage. But when Murphy brought this version to her, Roberts thought, "This is getting ridiculous. I need to pay attention to why this keeps coming back to me." Watching a documentary about polio provided an epiphany. "I suddenly understood who she was in terms of this scary, inexplicable plague—what originally seemed [to me] to be anger was actually her determined pursuit to be part of a solution that she wasn't part of with the first plague that she experienced. Everything fell into place for me after that. I could see these are just really scared people who won't give up on finding the answers."



    Roberts prepared extensively for the role, interviewing a doctor who worked with the late Dr. Laubenstein and bringing a 1980s-era wheelchair home for practice. "It was the most actor-y I've ever been," she says. "But you don't want to be bumping into walls and doorjambs and scraping your knuckles on things. I thought being in a wheelchair would be so easy and quiet, but it was actually quite tiring."


    Despite being shot mostly from the waist up, she wore a heavy orthotic shoe with a significant lift to mimic a polio survivor's leg. "It was really just for me," she says. Roberts also studied the effect a slightly paralyzed lung would have on her breathing pattern. "I think I drove Ryan crazy."

    "I've never seen her work harder," says Murphy. Her efforts also earned her the respect of her co-stars, including Mark Ruffalo, who plays Ned Weeks, a writer and activist who joins forces with Dr. Brookner in the fight against AIDS. "My first couple days I was terrified—she is part of the royalty of Hollywood," he says. "But it was like butter. She was so easy and accommodating and ego-less. You had this person who is the star of all their movies be an ensemble player in a humble, timid, reflective way."


    "My preference would forever be ensemble," says Roberts. "It's where I started, and it's what I love. It's just fun and interesting to see what your fellow actors are coming up with. Mystic Pizza was like that, Steel Magnolias was like that. It's like being in a big family."



    THIS LATEST FILM was literally a family affair, as Moder was the director of photography. He and Roberts have collaborated on six films, starting with The Mexican in 2001, where they first met on set. "I find it nerve-wracking in the best schoolgirl kind of way, and he knows that and is a good sport," she says. "I am usually hoping he's not looking into the camera and thinking, 'What is she doing?' We have worked together a lot and whenever we get there, I think, 'Why are we doing this again?' But it's great, and it allows us to travel together."

    "Her family is a major part of what she does," adds Bradley Cooper, her co-star in 2010's Valentine's Day and the 2006 Broadway play Three Days of Rain, during which, he recalls, a dressing room was turned into a playroom for the 1½–year-old twins. "Her children are always around."

    And as several hapless paparazzi have found, she is willing to go into lioness mode to protect her cubs. "I think there is a dehumanization that goes with fame, especially in the present culture of it, which isn't the culture I started off in," she says. "There wasn't this analysis of every iota of every moment of every day," she continues. "Nobody cared about what you wore, nobody cared what haircut you had, if you had on makeup or didn't—it's become this sort of sport."


    Roberts is nostalgic for the Hollywood of her early career, where having arrived meant a dinner invitation to agent Sue Mengers's house and "there seemed to be a method to it," she says. "You had your job and you got paid $1, and you got your next job and got paid $2. It made sense to me." Today, when the only surefire hits are star-packed blockbusters like The Avengers or tentpole franchises starring relatively unknown actors, it's unclear who can reliably open a movie anymore. (It's telling that both Roberts's current film and her most recent one, August: Osage County, were adapted from plays that have a more narrow, focused appeal. Meanwhile, Pretty Woman is currently being transformed into a splashy Broadway musical.) "It used to be that you could build from weekend to weekend and people talked," says Roberts, who also has a production company. "Now, if there have been two showtimes and it hasn't sold 10 bazillion tickets, you're dead in the water.

    "I don't consider myself a celebrity, [at least not] how it is fostered in our culture today," she adds. "I don't know if I'm old and slow, but there seems to be a frenzy to it."



    Recently that frenzy caught up to Roberts when her half-sister Nancy Motes died at 37 from a possible drug overdose in early February. Motes, who had worked on Glee as a production assistant, allegedly left a suicide note reportedly alluding to her estrangement from her family. Interviews with Motes's friends and acquaintances fed daily headlines. Meanwhile, Roberts maintained her silence, choosing to grieve privately.

    When asked about her sister's death, Roberts's face tightens as she pauses and looks toward the ocean. "It's just heartbreak," she says, tearing up. "It's only been 20 days. There aren't words to explain what any of us have been through in these last 20 days. It's hour by hour some days, but you just keep looking ahead.

    "You don't want anything bad to happen to anyone, but there are so many tragic, painful, inexplicable things in the world. But [as with] any situation of challenge and despair, we must find a way, as a family," she continues before straightening up in her chair. "It's so hard to formulate a sentence about it outside the weepy huddle of my family."

    One of the things that surely has helped Roberts through this time is her near-daily meditation. "Meditation or chanting or any of those things can be so joyous and also very quieting," says Roberts, who has introduced the practice to her children. "We share and just say, 'This is a way I comfort myself.'"


    Perhaps this too is why she has a very Zen-like calm about not having any other movies lined up after The Normal Heart, something that would have been unthinkable for Roberts a few years ago. But, she says, she's been content to "find new creative outlets at home, with my family, as I get older and work as an actress less." It's a commonplace luxury she has worked hard to attain. "As odd as it is to say," says Cooper, "I feel that she is coming into her own."

    How does she feel about not having another role in the pipeline? "It's nice. We have the rest of the school year," she says, brightening at the thought. "The thing about being a parent is that as your kids get older, Fridays start to get super exciting again, and Sundays start to get melancholic. Spring break is exciting again."





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    Pop star's misdemeanor assault trial for allegedly punching a man in Washington, D.C. will begin Wednesday



    A Washington, D.C. judge has convicted Chris Brown's bodyguard of assault, giving a preview of a similar case against Brown, The Associated Press reports. Following a two-day trial, Christopher Hollosy left the courthouse with a misdemeanor conviction and a June 25th sentencing date. He intends to appeal.

    Judge Patricia Wynn will try Brown's charge next, which has been delayed until Wednesday. Attorneys working on the trial are figuring out testimony regarding Hollosy's testimony, as Brown's lawyers want him to testify on their client's behalf.

    Brown and Hollosy were arrested last October outside a Washington D.C. hotel for allegedly punching 20-year-old Parker Adams. Hollosy told police at the time that he struck Adams when he tried to board Brown's tour bus. Brown told authorities he was on his tour bus at the time of the alleged attack. Adams had a different story at trial, claiming he had asked for a photo with the pop star, who was talking to two women at the time.

    Adams has filed a $3 million civil suit against Brown and Hollosy, looking to get $1.5 million from each defendant for medical bills. The bodyguard's lawyer claimed Adams was looking to "get rich" from surviving a bloody nose. Court papers say Adams' nose was fractured.

    If Brown is convicted of the assault, he could face jail time, as the singer was still under probation for assaulting his then-girlfriend Rihanna in 2009. The pop star checked himself into a rehab facility following his D.C. arrest, but was kicked out for violating its rules. He was later jailed and has been in custody ever since.

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    With the premiere of her superhero sequel, The Amazing Spider-Man 2, just weeks away, and plenty of other top-tier projects in the works (including a Woody Allen movie and untitled Cameron Crowe project), Emma Stone would seem to be the antithesis of dull.

    However, in her May 2014 cover story for Vogue (on stands on April 29), the bottle-redhead, 25, cops to calling herself a "bland basic bitch." Why? She discovered the insult after Googling herself, and found it to be rather comical.

    "I don't usually like what I find," she told Vogue of searching for her own name. "But some of it is really funny." After a commenter threw out the "diss" in question, the Arizona-born star quickly latched onto the moniker, calling herself "that bland basic bitch" on a regular basis.




    Jokes aside, Stone is clearly anything but bland or basic. Her costar boyfriend Andrew Garfield has remained traditionally private about their three-year romance, but has plenty to say about her abilities as an actress. "I thank my lucky stars that we've been able to be on this ride together," he wrote to Vogue in an email. "We all need companions in the mystery to get you out of your head and into your heart, to moan to and to take the piss out of it all with."

    As companions go, these two -- who will reprise their roles as Peter Parker and Gwen Stacy in the highly-anticipated Marvel sequel -- can't get enough of each other.

    I think I've learned a lot by being around him," Stone said of Garfield. "And, you know, he is an incredibly important person to me. It's been fun working with him just because of who he is as an actor and person. I think it would be fun no matter what."

    Fans and those who worked on the film have also praised the real-life couple's onscreen chemistry. "You can't fake it," Spider-Man director Mark Webb told Vogue. "There are so many tiny nonverbal cues that they are issuing each other and picking up on."


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    The Viacom-owned network has picked up The Keke Palmer Project, a daily talk show covering topics including fashion, pop culture, social issues, sex, celebrity interviews, on the street and undercover segments.

    Produced by Warner Bros. Television's syndication division Telepictures, Judge Greg Mathis is on board as an executive producer on the new series via his Mathis Productions banner. The series will launch in July and air Mondays-Fridays in the afternoon for a four-week trial.

    The Keke Palmer Project (working title) will join a three other daily syndicated talk shows at BET: The Wendy Williams Show and The Queen Latifah Show, both of which were picked up for second windows on the network, as well as Telepictures' upcoming talk show The Real (which debuts in the fall).

    The series will begin production in Los Angeles in the summer and target millennials. The show, BET said, is the next logical step for Palmer, who is very connected with her fans via social media. "I like to read quotes that touch on how I am feeling. If I am dealing with confusion, I will read quotes about clarity and peace of mind," Palmer said in a release announcing the news Monday. "I started posting these quotes on my Twitter page, and fans responded so positively! I realized that many of them were dealing with similar issues, and the quotes helped to open up a genuine dialogue between us."

    With the series pickup, Palmer -- who starred in Akeelah and the Bee and True Jackson, VP -- becomes the youngest talk show host in history. The actress is also a four-time BET Awards nominee, winning its YoungStars award in 2010. She's repped by WME, Laron Entertainment and Hertz Lichtenstein. She next stars in features Animal, Brotherly Love, Imperial Dreams and has a multiple-episode arc on Showtime's Masters of Sex.

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    Vladimir Labissiere sits off Sunset Boulevard in his new black Mercedes E350. He's monitoring the competition – OK, he's calling them fucking cock-blowers – and talking about the time Woody Harrelson jumped his ass and said he was a zombie.

    He is parked in an alley across from the London hotel, one of his favorite haunts. Labissiere spends a lot of time in alleys waiting for his shots. That's when he's not trailing behind celebrity SUVs that are taking tots home from play dates.

    The 40-year-old Vlad is six feet three, but he's no zombie. His something more monstrous in the eyes of stars like Harrelson. He's a pap, singular for paparazzi, the des­pised shooters who bring you all the video and pics you claim to loathe but actually stare at online for hours. Vlad's Mercedes is hidden on purpose; he doesn't want another pap to jump his shot because that kills its value. Paps are known by their nicknames – Bam-Bam, Zazy, Top Hat Rick and Mexican Vlad, not to be confused with our Vlad, who is also known as the Black Russian.

    He's one of hundreds of Angelenos who represent a tripped-out rainbow of the American dream – Haitian-Americans like Vlad, aviator-wearing Persians, Brazilians with questionable immigration status, Mexican-Americans in broken-down vans, Eurotrash in leather jackets and the occasional Caucasian dude on a motorcycle – trying to make a living on anywhere from $10,000 to $150,000 a year by photographing every move an A-, B- or D-lister makes, short of using the toilet. (Bathroom shots are probably just a year or two away.) Some of the stars hate them, some of the stars use them in a now-estimated billion­dollar business, where millions of insatiable readers scan websites, magazines and television shows for the tiniest scrap of information on the second lead in a Lifetime reality show. The paps struggle not to get squished by TMZ, the Godzilla of the tabloid world, which has the influence, sources and cash to swamp a pap working on his own.

    Vlad is one of the last of the lone wolves. Right now, he's waiting on British pop star Jessie J to emerge and head to a nearby recording studio. Vlad checks her Instagram page and sees that she's at the rooftop pool, so it will be a while. He starts talking about his encounter with Harrelson in 2009, as hip-hop blasts from his radio. Vlad's gone solo since, but at the time he was shooting for TMZ. He caught Harrelson and his daughter coming off a flight. "I'm asking questions, trying to keep it light. 'Hey, Woody, so how you feelin', man? I know you must be a little out of it, but . . . are those pants made out of hemp?' And the dude bum-rushes me and smashes­ my camera to shit. I'm like, 'Woody, that's assault, that's assault.'"

    It was Vlad's first meltdown with a star, but it wouldn't be his last. There have been run-ins with Robert De Niro's driver; Hopper Penn, Sean's son; and Amanda Bynes in the past four years. He stops talking. Another pap is walking up, a smile on his face. Vlad won't roll down the window.

    "That dude is a leech," says Vlad. "He's a virus, yo, a parasite motherfucker. Every fuckin' day this cock-blower just runs around, jumpin' on shit. But his bitch ass will have a fuckin' cow if you jump on his shit." He slips into a decent Cockney accent: "Eh! Come on, mate, you're jumping my shot."

    Vlad speaks in his own personal English Esperanto, an oft-obscene language with made-up phrases – e.g., "funky pumper" for a woman's backside – blended through a childhood split between Port-Au-Prince and Flatbush, Brooklyn. The Brit trudges away. Vlad goes back to talking about Woody. Luckily, he had another minicam and started filming Harrelson with that. This did not endear him to Woody. "He fuckin' jumps on my back. Now I'm like, 'Dude! Seriously? Come on!' The asshole is piggybacking on me, punching at me. I'm like, 'Word?'"

    Paps live on situational awareness – a sixth sense anticipating what is going to happen next. Vlad spies a double-decker bus heading down Sunset. But this one is different from the tour buses trawling through West Hollywood on the lookout for Kanye and Kim leaving the Chateau Marmont. On the side is a Playboy logo; the upstairs seats are filled with dozens of bunnies. Vlad throws the Mercedes into drive.

    The Brit follows in his SUV. Vlad is displeased. He cuts the dude off and barks more creative obscenities. He catches up to the Playboy bus on Sunset. He jumps out of the car and starts shooting bunnies. The girls wave and blow kisses.

    "Hey, girls, looking lovely." He locks eyes with an Asian bunny. "I like you."

    It all takes three minutes. The Brit trails behind. He shoots Vlad an isn't-that-something look, but Vlad just curses, spits and piles back into the car. A phone call comes in from Dominic, a 19-year-old pap from Zurich. Dominic works the celebrity quadrant from West Hollywood to Beverly Hills on a bike because he lost his license for reckless driving back in Europe. Vlad started out on his bike when he first came to Los Angeles in 2010, so he treats Dominic semi-nicely, in a Fagin-Oliver kind of way. They talk six or seven times a day, trading info on stars who are heading in one another's direction. Dominic has just checked in on the 9 a.m. SoulCycle class on Sunset where Olivia Wilde and Ashley Benson sweat it out on the bike. He's trying to tell Vlad something, but Vlad talks over him, still pissed off about the Brit.

    "This motherfucker, yo, comes and jumped. I hate him. . . ."

    "Hey, did you hear what I just said?"

    "What?"

    "There's this kid on Sunset parked right by the fucking gym, sitting in his car, doing coke at 10 in the morning. He's doing it off his knee!"

    "No way! You see some of the weirdest shit in the early morning, son. First you see a dude beatin' off in Hollywood. You come to fuckin' West Hollywood, you see some dude doin' coke."

    Dominic clicks off, and Vlad takes the Mercedes back to the London hotel. Oh, yeah, Woody. After Harrelson finally stalked away, Vlad called in to the TMZ office. He told them he'd been attacked, but the home office had other concerns. They wanted to know if he had video. (He did.) Vlad's face sags a bit. "This dude just attacked me, and all I hear back is, 'Did you get the shot?,' not 'Are you OK?'"

    Afterward, Harrelson semiseriously claimed he'd just come from wrapping Zombieland and thought Vlad was, uh, a zombie. No charges were filed. Vlad is still bummed by TMZ's reaction. "It's like they only cared that I got the picture."

    The Mercedes is now back in position. Vlad stares at the hotel-lobby entrance. And he waits.

    In the two weeks that I followed Vlad, he abandoned me and his Mercedes on Sunset Boulevard on a Saturday night so he could shoot Molly Shannon, thought he saw former stripper Blac Chyna but declared her ass not big enough, berated me for bringing a banana into his ride, fell at Chaka Khan's feet, and shot George Clooney on his way to picking up his girlfriend for date night. He also called Ashley Tisdale a name not uttered in polite society after the star used her niece as a shield to ward off Vlad and other paps.

    But let's not get ahead of ourselves. I first met him at King's Road Cafe in West Hollywood, a quiet restaurant that Vlad semi-hates because he's had to shoot Jane Lynch there repeatedly.

    "She's always like, 'Again?'"

    Well, "had to" is a relative term; paps like Vlad are an OCD bunch of characters. If they see a celeb, they pathologically need to shoot them, even if they just nailed them four hours ago, which is why no celeb believes a pap when he says, "Just one shot, and I'm gone."

    It was a few days after Vlad had been pulled over by the Beverly Hills Police Department while tailing Amy Adams. Across the street is a West Elm where Vlad recently shot Isla Fisher. Like many famous people, Fisher has an intuition about paps and somehow sensed Vlad's presence parked outside. She induced a sales clerk to walk out in front of her and even slid in on the passenger side of her car. Vlad still got the picture.

    "Bbrrraaatt," says Vlad, making a noise that sounds like semiautomatic gunfire. "That picture sold, son, for about 500 bucks." He has an imaginary conversation with Fisher. "You blocked. It sold. Clap. Thank you!"

    Bbrrraaatt. The images whir by. A long-lens shot of a topless Jackie Onassis. Sean Penn landing a crisp right. Britney Spears' bare skull. Paris Hilton's bare vagina staring back at us. Justin and Cameron kissing on a surfboard. Topless Kate Middleton.

    These notorious photos are brought to you by the paparazzi. Federico Fellini named a photographer Paparazzo – conjuring the sound made by an annoying, buzzing insect – in his 1960 film La Dolce Vita, and the name stuck, morphing into the plural of paparazzi, an essential tweak since paparazzi tend to clump on celebs like horseflies on road apples.

    It's not an easy life, and it's getting harder. New legislation went into effect in California on January 1st, preventing paps from shooting kids in an alarming or terrorizing manner based on their parents' fame. This sucks for the paps, since mom-and-kid shots sell best. The new law was spearheaded by Halle Berry after being swarmed by paps at LAX last year leading her to scream, "Jesus, what is wrong with you people? That's a child here."

    In January, Dax Shepard and Kristen Bell, the parents of a one-year-old, went a step further, launching a campaign against what they named, regrettably, the pedorazzi, and proclaimed their refusal to do interviews with outlets that use unauthorized shots of stars' kids.

    This has confused paps on multiple levels: (1) Who knew Dax Shepard had juice? (2) Many celebs trot out their kids for publicity when it suits their needs. "It's hilarious," says Rick "Top Hat Rick" Mendoza, a pap best known for suing Britney Spears after she ran over his foot. "Kristen comes up with a new hate word – pedorazzi – and goes on this campaign just as her movie Veronica Mars is coming out," says Top Hat Rick. "What a coincidence! Now who's manipulating who?"

    So where's the line? Here's a story. There's a popular Halloween spot in West Hollywood called Mr. Bones Pumpkin Patch. Glammed-up celeb moms parade their children down slides and past face-painting stands, while paps get their shots from a designated shooting pen. It's quite the scene. There are now at least 35,000 shots of celebs cavorting in Mr. Bones Pumpkin Patch in photo archives. Stars like Matt Damon – who scrupulously guards his kids' privacy – simply don't take them to pap hot zones like Mr. Bones. But Berry has brought her daughter there many times. That's her right, of course, but it doesn't suggest she's trying to keep a low profile with her kids.

    "Halle can take her kid there," says Mendoza. "But if she does, I have a right to shoot them. That's America."

    Comically, this is all happening as the world gets smaller. There is less big game like Jackie O and Michael Jackson out there, replaced by a bewildering galaxy of feral reality stars, former criminals and famous­people spawn – like Jackson's son Prince, whose martial-arts lessons regularly attract a dozen paps. Events now move quicker than Vlad's shutter. In the 1990s, you might get a shot of, say, Madonna looking ragged, and you'd have a few days to start a bidding war before selling it to People. Now it's a race to beat the celeb from posting her own photo on Instagram or another pap from uploading the photo to INF or Splash, two of the largest photo agencies, and then the agency selling your competitor's photo before you've even pressed send. You think texting and driving is dangerous? Vlad and other paps shoot, drive and upload simultaneously.

    "It's become the Wild West out there," says one of Hollywood's top publicists. "Now you have so many more paps trying to bait the client into a fight. I tell my clients, 'Let cool heads prevail.' In L.A., don't try to outrun them, don't fall into their trap. It's exponentially worse than 10 years ago. I've had paps shoot down on the roof of my client hanging out with her babies. It's just nuts, and someone is going to get killed. Maybe the paps help B- or C-listers get something out of the attention, but the stars get nothing, just harassment."

    TMZ has not helped. (The company got its name from the "30-mile zone," the area of celeb-rich L.A. spinning out from West Hollywood.) TMZ founder Harvey Levin was a lawyer who made his bones reporting on television for the O.J. trial before moving on as a legal analyst for the revamped People's Court and creating Celebrity Justice, an early practitioner of tabloid television that focused on the legal snafus of the stars. Starting up TMZ in 2005 was a logical next step.

    Levin has a Warhol portrait of Mao in his L.A. office and sees himself as an iconoclast. He has made spasmodic attempts at respectability – succeeding with a report that Northern Trust, a bank that received $1.6 billion in federal bailout money, was spending lavishly at L.A. hot spots, and failing miserably when TMZ leaked purported photos of JFK sunning himself as naked women jumped off a boat that turned out to not be JFK but from an old Playboy shoot.

    Levin has started TMZ Sports and is rumored to be trying to expand his empire, but his primary revenue is still original recipe TMZ – his website and a nightly television show that, interestingly enough, is syndicated by Warner Bros., the employer of many of the stars that TMZ stalks.

    Ironically, TMZ made paps players in the game; I watched as tourists photographed paps because they've seen them on TMZ and think they're famous. They also provide revenue for the creepy pics and video no one else is interested in, e.g., an elderly Steven Tyler and an unknown woman riding topless in a jeep through Hawaii.

    TMZ took the illusion of privacy away. Now the paranoid star just assumes someone is always there. Decoy cars and false itineraries are floated to throw TMZ off the scent. And then there's the money. TMZ has tons of it. TMZ has the cash to buy off valets and info like flight lists or even the limo list of what celeb is being picked up where and when. Now paps feel like they can make just as much money from tipping off TMZ as from selling their photos. Fellini's buzzing flies have become TMZ's serfs.

    Still, Vlad loves his work. Well, except when Hopper Penn called him the n-word and a vicious gay slur while he tracked his father, Sean, in the 90210 last year. Besides, Vlad has standards. Mind you, those standards may be slightly different from yours or most of Western civilization's, but they are still standards.

    A little after 1:00, Jessie J finally appears. An SUV pulls out of the London hotel and Vlad follows. Jessie J is in the back seat. He trails her to Record Plant studios, powering by her on Melrose so he can arrive a minute or two early and set up. He's already on the sidewalk and shooting when a security guy asks him to let Jessie's mom pass. Vlad consents and then snags Jessie wearing a wig and a tired smile.

    "Jessie's huge in England," he says. "I'll shoot her every day, and I'll have a complete story to sell. It's not about one picture – it's about the whole story."

    He drives away, but screeches the brakes as a white Range Rover buzzes through an intersection. He flips a U-turn. "Hold on, hold on, hold on, look at it. . . . Yeah, it is! Get the fuck outta here. January Jones!" Vlad squints at the license plate and urges other cars to get out of his way. "Yeah, '047.' Move, nigga, get the fuck outta the way. Come on, drive, bitch! Come on!"

    The best paps have hundreds of license plates committed to memory – Dominic once rattled off to me the numbers for almost every $125,000 Mercedes G wagon in Los Angeles. Some celebs know it and constantly switch cars; Vlad claims he's seen Harry Styles driving a half-dozen different vehicles. He sticks close to Jones, but not close enough to spook her.

    "If she has the kid, she's going to, whatchamacallit, a play date. If she's with the kid, it's even better."

    Vlad might make about $500 for an exclusive Jones shot, but could make twice that for one with her kid. The Rover pulls up to a house in a nondescript neighborhood. Vlad can see a toddler in a car seat. Nothing happens for a while. Vlad notices a spot on his shorts. Vlad likes to look as good as the people he shoots. He debates going home to change after this chase ends.

    "Man, I'm getting dirty and shit, yo. I don't like that. I work really hard to fucking stay clean."

    Many paps see themselves as simple hacks, grinding out pics of whatever celeb is in front of them, often not knowing who they've shot until later. That's not who Vlad wants to be. Sure, he can come across as Vlad the Barbarian, jumping in the face of celebs and sitting here behind Jones and her kid, but he wants something more from his pap life than shooting 50 sets a week and working six 12-hour days. He studies the glam photos of Jackie O stalker-pap Ron Galella and gets excited.

    "That's what I want to do, get beautiful full-framed shots."

    But the exact goal is blurry. Sometimes it's to work for the AP. "I'd like assignments, just one day to know where exactly I'm going," says Vlad. Sometimes it's to work the easy side of the rope line; he never seemed more relaxed than while shooting a Saturday-night baby shower thrown for Vanessa Simmons at Sugar Factory, a posh candy store. The party's guests included her uncle, Russell Simmons. Vlad lights up when he mentions Simmons. "Russell thinks I should shoot a pilot about me and my little girl, Kaydence, The Pap and His Daughter."

    Over and over, he tells me he's not just trying to grab a quick photo; he's trying to build pap long-form. He feels a kinship for the Kardashians. He recently saw the HBO movie Cinema Verite, about the Louds, TV's first reality family, and loved it.

    "The Kardashians are the living embodiment of the Louds," says Vlad. "I get to be a part of that – not to say I'm part of the family, but I get to document it."

    The documentation is not always successful. We sit for 15 minutes, and a woman gets out of the Range Rover, but it's not Jones or her child. She drives off, and we follow some more. Jones creeps a few miles under the speed limit. Vlad giggles.

    "I love when people know that you're following them and they drive a certain way."

    Eventually, Vlad breaks off the chase, reasoning Jones is heading home to Los Feliz, and that won't work. Vlad's been to Jones' house before, and it has an automatic gate. He knows he won't get anything good. He takes a left and heads for Beverly Hills, where he heard from Dominic that Mark Wahlberg is walking around in a sharp suit. Wahlberg's Lone Survivor is the number-one film in the country, so it's a no-brainer. But as he heads down Melrose, he sees a crowd of paps gathered outside the Urth Caffé, a trendy health-food restaurant. He jumps out, and the paps whisper Kylie Jenner is on her way. She is the half-sister of Kim Kardashian, which seems slightly less on the fame scale than a movie star, but not in the pap marketplace, where 42-year-old Wahlberg is ancient. "Fuck Mark Wahlberg," shouts Vlad as he joins a scrum. "This is worth 10 times that."

    Jenner arrives with a friend in a Mercedes, but she pulls her hair down over her face like Cousin Itt. No one gets a good shot. Vlad is pissed. It's a commonplace attitude of the paps – moral indignation when a target refuses to give it up.

    "Bitch, stop covering up. Let motherfuckers shoot you and get it over with," mutters Vlad. "All this fucking attitude – 'Ooh, I don't wanna be shot.' Someone like Angelina Jolie would just give us the shot – she's beautiful." Vlad doesn't mention that Jenner is 16 and Jolie is 38.

    On the other hand, Vlad does have a point. Celebs that hit the West Hollywood/Beverly Hills quadrant and places like the Urth Caffé are not exactly trying to keep a low profile; it's sort of like if LeBron James went to an ESPN Zone and then whined about being hounded for autographs. Probably 90 percent of pap shots in L.A. are taken in West Hollywood and Beverly Hills, and where Vlad trawls – the London, Urth Caffé, Sunset Boulevard Equinox, the playground near Coldwater Canyon – resembles a magical place called Pappyland, where the stars' makeup is always perfect and their kids are freshly scrubbed and immaculate in brightly colored clothes.

    The ugly secret is, some stars want to be hunted. During the Great Britney Spears Hunt of 2007, the Normandy of pap history, she would reportedly call select paps right before moving. Kim Kardashian routinely tipped off the paps in her early days. Someone falling off the fame radar, like Denise Richards or Tori Spelling, will make arrangements for paps to come over and shoot them with their kids.

    But it's not just the desperate. Back in the early days of TomKat, paps were notified that the usually reclusive Cruise and Holmes would be arriving at the Ivy, a swanky actor-friendly lunch spot. A small army got the shot. "Sometimes publicists tip off the paps without telling their clients," says Scott Cosman, owner of the photo agency FameFlynet. "They think their client needs the hit, but the star might think it's beneath them, so they just leak the information without telling them."

    Sometimes it's about reframing the narrative. Before Angelina Jolie became a humanitarian, she was best known for wearing a vial of blood around her neck and kissing her brother. After she adopted seven-month-old Maddox from a Cambodian orphanage, Jolie carefully orchestrated a photo shoot with an approved pap that repositioned her image from troubled goth to responsible adult. After she started dating Brad Pitt, it was leaked to a photo agency that they would be taking their first big vacation at Kenya's Diani Beach, not exactly a pap hangout. The pictures rocked the tabloid world. (Now the couple are among the toughest celebs to snap, vacationing where paps can't get to without an AmEx black card and a helicopter.)

    Many celebs simply like the cash. Lindsay Lohan has tipped off paps about her next stop in return for a gratuity. Ryan Reynolds is known to have an antagonistic relationship with the paparazzi, but recently he has been "captured" eating Chobani yogurt, carrying a Burger King bag, smiling at a Nespresso cafe and caressing a Can-Am motorcycle, all in apparently preplanned shots. The last photo is Reynolds driving away on the motorcycle.

    Vlad isn't concerned with such philosophical matters. He's too busy waiting on Jenner and staring down the U.K. guy from earlier today. "This fucking cock," Vlad says. "I'd slit his fucking throat, fuck him! He keeps jumping shit."

    In the fungible ethics of pap life, there's no point mentioning to Vlad that actually he's the one who jumped the Jenner shot. Soon, there are 20 to 25 paps outside the restaurant. They're all looking for the one shot that differentiates from what is charmingly known in the pap business as a gang bang. (Paps got a group shot of Paris Hilton, back when the world cared about her, on the street carrying two books – but Jennifer Buhl's photo was the only one where the words "Holy Bible" could be clearly read. She got the big payday.)

    Meanwhile, Jenner's car pulls around back, and she sneaks out before anyone gets a clear shot. Now everyone's pissed. Vlad guns his car up Melrose a few blocks ahead of Jenner and the pursuing mob.

    Vlad sees her in his rearview window and pulls in right behind her. He stays on Jenner's bumper until the car makes an abrupt right into the parking lot of a posh nail salon. In a minute, a dozen cars disburse 20 paps. But there's no shot, and she disappears inside. A horde of paps hems in a car driven by a Jenner fan, who had followed the paps from the Urth Caffé. He yells at them to move and not touch his car. No one listens. The driver hits the horn and pulls out a long knife – more like a mini-machete – from under his seat. He is just a kid. Vlad screams at him.

    "Fuck off! What happened? Yeah! Pull it out! You ain't gonna do a single thing."

    He's right; the kid puts the blade away and drives off. The other paps give Vlad space. He stalks back to his car. He says it's no big deal. "Get the fuck out here, you pull a humongous knife? I've had mother­fuckers flash guns. He wasn't gonna do shit."

    Here is a good place to offer a disclaimer. This all might sound creepy and gross, and it is, but like Justin Bieber egging his neighbor, in the moment it's kind of a blast. You know it's wrong, but there's a camaraderie and an adrenaline rush, a modern version of a gang of Dickensian pickpockets. Morality is placed in a blind trust.

    Half the guys split, but the others dig in like it's the pap Alamo. They're not going to make any money – an exclusive shot of Jenner might make you a grand; a gang-bang shot with hair in her eyes might make you 100 bucks – but now it's a matter of principle. Day turns to night. Finally, three hours later, Jenner emerges from the nail salon. She slinks out with a half-wave but with her hair still over her face. About a dozen paps have hung on, including Vlad. He gets an almost usable shot before she gets into the car. The camera flashes light the night and, for a moment, blind Jenner. She's disoriented and almost backs into a pole. A video pap named Malibu Rich yells at her.

    "You're about to run over a kid on a bike!"

    There's no bike, no kid. The paps crack up. Jenner is impassive in the driver's seat. The Mercedes pulls away, and the paps head for home or nighttime stakeouts of clubs and restaurants. Vlad drives in silence. He passes graffiti spray-painted on the side of a gas station reading STOP MAKING DUMB PEOPLE FAMOUS. He doesn't notice.

    Understandably, Vlad sometimes self-medicates. He chases away the stress with weed, a nice pasta salad at Fred Segal and his shiny Mercedes. Vlad claims he paid $35,000 cash for his Mercedes, and he wouldn't be the first pap to buy a car beyond his means. If you were following around a $200,000 Ferrari with Harry Styles in it every day, you'd get sick of chasing them in an Elantra too. The hunter wants to be on equal footing with the hunted.

    One day, Vlad took his eight-year-old daughter, Kaydence, to a playground in Beverly Hills and looked through his online account. (He also has a 19-year-old daughter, Kasie, in college.) He shoots for Splash, one of the largest photo agencies, and gets a 60-40 split on all sales. But except for the obvious stuff – a shot of, say, Bieber emerging from a car in a cloud of weed smoke – it's maddening trying to figure out what will sell. A good Gerard Butler shot earned Vlad only 60 bucks, but a crummy photo of Jessica Alba scored him $900 last month. Why? Alba is carrying a Christian Dior bag, and Christian Dior bought the picture. Other photos, like Jessie J, have almost no value in the States but will be huge sellers overseas, maybe worth a few thousand dollars. Sometimes, it's dumb luck. Top Hat Rick found himself immersed in a crowd in Hancock Park when Prince William and Kate Middleton emerged from the British Consulate­General's house in 2011, and he made $20,000. Older paps make money on their archives, but Vlad has been doing this for only a few years, so there's no iconic shot in his catalog bringing in dough every month.

    That's why he's out every day. The morning after the Jenner fiasco, Vlad recognizes the license plate on a Tesla as Jeremy Renner's and chases the American Hustle star around the canyons of Hollywood – but ends up with nothing to show for it. He's now one-for-two for the day, after capturing a pregnant Olivia Wilde on Sunset entering the gym. That went fine – Wilde is always charming and accommodating – except for the sneaker incident.

    "I fuckin' spazzed on this fucker 'cause he stepped on my shoes," Vlad says about another pap. "There was only two people there, so how's that happening?" Vlad's anger issues were an indirect reason for his exile to Los Angeles. He'd spent much of his twenties and early thirties in New York, doing street marketing for hip-hop tours and clothing lines like Bad Boy Productions and Phat Farm. He started taking pictures of his clients and their parties and found he loved it. A mutual friend introduced him to someone at TMZ in 2008, and they gave him a camera. On his first day, he used his height to hoist his camera over a wall and shoot Madonna as she left her house. He was hooked.

    Vlad became a TMZ star, scoring some of the first pictures and video of a smiling Rihanna after Chris Brown beat her. But the aggressive style that got him noticed as a quick riser in the pap life also became his downfall. A few months after the Harrelson run-in, TMZ fired him because he seemed to enjoy talking to the press. TMZ might be snark kings, but they prefer not to piss off big stars too much.

    Vlad soon moved out to Los Angeles with his daughters and their mother because of the weather and the sheer density of celebrities. His kill-or-be-killed attitude followed him. Vlad's blend of persistence and aggression made him more than $100,000 last year, which is on the high end of the pap-salary scale. In September 2012, he was eating at a Mexican restaurant on Sunset when he saw Amanda Bynes coming out of her gym. Bynes had her license suspended after a DUI and two alleged hit-and-run incidents, so she was hot in the pap world. Vlad grabbed his camera from the seat next to him. He ran in front of her and started shooting. Bynes was pissed and started scratching at Vlad's arms and neck. He didn't mind – he had a precious exclusive, and the photographs and video made him $85,000, according to Vlad.

    But there is a noble goal at the end of Vlad's amorality. One day, while driving through Beverly Hills, Vlad pulls the car over and whips out his camera. No one is there, just a yard sign for a two-bedroom apartment. "I want to give my daughter a princess room," whispers Vlad, whose right leg is covered in a guardian­angel tat with both his daughters' names spelled out. "Her own little nook in life."

    Currently, Vlad lives in West Hollywood so he can step out and shoot stars the moment he wakes up, but he only has a one-bedroom. He takes Kaydence to school and picks her up in the afternoon, but she usually sleeps at her mom's. That doesn't mean father and daughter aren't close – they are, in a pap way. There's footage of a Brad Pitt stakeout outside an American Girl in L.A. where the actor was hosting a birthday party for his daughter. You can see Kaydence on Vlad's shoulders in the mob; they'd been shopping at the same store. On a recent Sunday, Vlad chased after Jenner again, with Kaydence in the front seat, watching cat videos on her iPad.

    "She once spotted Katy Perry for me," says Vlad. "She loves it."

    It's a few days later, and Vlad has a tip from someone at LAX.

    "The airport. Kim is back in town."

    That would be Kim Kardashian. Every generation gets the primo pap target they deserve, and America has gone from Jackie to Madonna to Britney to Kim Kardashian, queen of the reality world. It's a progression we really shouldn't dwell on. Kardashian is flying in from the Paris fashion shows on a Delta-Air France nonstop. Delta is problematic for celebrities. An ex-pap showed me a sample of daily e-mails that TMZ acquires, listing all the stars flying on the airline. It eventually trickles out to the rest of the pap world.

    Vlad pulls into LAX, and it's a full gang bang, maybe 40 paps, but he's here because she's the most famous pap target of his career and he hopes that through some miracle he can get a special shot.

    Everyone crowds toward the VIP customs exit that is maybe five feet wide. In minutes, Kardashian is going to be a posh camel trying to pass through the eye of a very dirty needle. A gaggle of Japanese tourists adds to the congestion. Suddenly, Malibu Rich bolts toward another exit a hundred yards away. Half the paps stampede after him. Vlad is torn but holds his ground. Turns out it is just Alec Baldwin.

    A few minutes later, someone screams.

    "Here she comes."

    And there's Kardashian, all in black, except for a fur-lined tan coat. She's wearing big sunglasses. This is a good thing because the subsequent onslaught of camera flashes could obliterate retinas. The walk to her car is only 100 feet, and it moves like a shimmering amoeba under a microscope. Paps are shouting questions.

    "Kim, is Bruce going to have a sex change?"

    "Kim, is your family Shakespearean?"

    Vlad's face bobs above the sea of humanity, but he doesn't have a shot. So he peels off and runs out through the sliding doors and jumps up on a concrete barrier and shoots downward, ripping off 70 frames. In 30 seconds, it's over. Kim is stashed in a black SUV and is gone.

    Vlad frantically scans through his pictures. A giant smile breaks across his face, and he skips away, pirouetting in a crosswalk. It's the happiest I've ever seen him. He sits in the Mercedes and looks closer. The simultaneous flash of 50 cameras has lit Kardashian in an ethereal way. Today, she looks like a movie star. Vlad has a couple of killer shots of her from head to toe. He starts crowing.

    "Got her, full fucking frame! And the winner is . . . me! Trix are for kids! They always want to wolf-pack around her, so I got above them." He flips through the frames quickly. "Nothing, nothing, and then opening, and there you go, Bbrrraaatt."

    Vlad heads back toward Hollywood, still buzzing. Kendrick Lamar is rapping, "Everybody gon' respect the shooter, but the one in front of the gun lives forever." We're stuck in traffic on the 405, but Vlad doesn't care. By the time he gets back, the Daily Mail, a well-trafficked British website, will have a story up with all his pictures. He says he might make $10,000 once resales are factored in. This is unlikely – agencies will be flooded with gang-bang photos of Kim from LAX and will be happy to go with a slightly crappier photo to save some bucks, undercutting the value of Vlad's pristine shot. Later, once the adrenaline wears off, he admits he'll make only $1,000.

    He drives in happy silence for a while before telling me another story. A few days ago, Vlad was trailing Kim's brother, Rob, in Beverly Hills. Rob is part of the collateral damage of the Kardashian story – Bruce Jenner's sanity is the other – putting on 50 pounds last year after breaking up with his girlfriend Rita Ora, the British singer. According to the tabloids, his family is disgusted by his weight gain. For Vlad, he's still a good "get."

    Eventually, Rob pulled over and Vlad approached his car. In a calm voice, Rob told Vlad he was trying to get his life together and wasn't even on the show this season.

    "I just want to show your growth and how you're losing the weight," said Vlad.

    But Rob politely said no again. Then Vlad did a very un-Vlad thing. He said OK, catching Rob by surprise. The pap and subject looked each other in the eye.

    "Look, you guys have helped me achieve something I couldn't in a nine-to-five," Vlad said. "I would have never seen half the money I make now."

    And then Vlad let him drive away.

    "Why did I do it? I don't want to be the bad guy."

    Two months later, Vlad had his camera temporarily seized by Beverly Hill cops for taking unauthorized shots of Hilary Duff's kid at a playground. But right now, he jerks the Mercedes into the breakdown lane and passes a dozen cars. He rolls down the windows and laughs loudly.

    "Fuck being the bad guy.


    RS

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