Showing posts with label Pamela Anderson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pamela Anderson. Show all posts

Adam Lambert & Pamela Anderson Ring In New Decade At Gridlock Party


At Midnight under a Blue Moon, Adam Lambert performed live at Gridlock's fourth annual New Year's Eve bash, with Pamela Anderson hosting, counting down to the New Year with her posse of 2 Dog people, Pan, and The Devil. The $150 - $2000 per ticket charity event was held on the Paramount Studios NYC backlot set. That's the Hollywood way. If you can't go to New York to ring in the New Year, bring New York to you! Plus I live just one block away so it was quite surreal to just walk over and feel like I was teleported to NYC (sort of), especially after taking advantage of the open bar.

Pam Anderson Hopes 4th Time Is The Charm!



To the dismay of many fewer men than the last time around, Pam Anderson is getting married again to someone else who is definitely not you. Some scuba diver or something named Jamie Padgett, but I think we can all agree that as long as she's not marrying this guy, we're fine with it.



I'm really just recycling this Non-News bit to give me an opportunity to post a few more of the Pam Anderson wardrobe malfunction I caught at the Ivy back in February.

Pamela Anderson (Lee?) @ The Ivy, Beverly Hills Feb 25th, 2009

Pamela Anderson was causing quite a pap frenzy at The Ivy restaurant in Beverly Hills this afternoon, choosing to sit outside where we all could see her dining with one of the many adult-adoptees of Frederic Prinz von Anhalt. I only know this because Frederic Prince von Anhalt proudly introduced his son to all of us paparazzi waiting outside Mr Chow the other night, giving him a fatherly noogie for our benefit. This guy apparently has paid a million dollars to be a Von Wierdo, just to be a German "prince".



 

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HOLLYWOOD, 2009: Dangerous and deadly car chases. Drug-fueled starlets refusing to wear underpants. D-listers begging to be photographed. Beefy bouncers with headsets and no brains. Lap dances in the gutter. Has-beens stealing your kush.

Everyone had a story, and most of them were working on a script based on that story. The landscape had changed, and what had once been a glamorous and dreamy boulevard was now a dark and seedy underground of hanger-ons and fame junkies.

That's where I came in. I could say I did it for the money, but that would make me a liar just like the rest of them. The truth is I was drawn to it. Like an accident on the side of the road. I didn't want to look, but my camera guided me, daring me not to ignore my destiny.

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