Wednesday, 27 August 2008

Celebrity: A good year for the paparazzi? Just ask Amy and Peaches

Every dawn Paul Convery walks prohibited of his front door to be confronted by piles of discarded coffee tree cups and sandwich wrappings. There is an unmistakable stench of urine. The pavements are filled with stocky, daunting men with glowering expressions and the parking spaces have all been taken by battered 4x4s that have non paid or displayed.

'The neighbours down the road are woken nightly at roughly 3am by the sounds of taxi doors slamming, shuffling of feet, shouting and excitement,' he says. But this is no unexplained urban menace: this is the modern paparazzi at work. Convery has the misfortune to live on the same north London street as Peaches Geldof, the ubiquitous celebrity poppet valve whose characterisation is practically in exact from rag newspapers and glossy magazines.

'We have had up to a dozen paparazzi hanging out for 12 to 18 hours at a stretch, eating, drinking, urinating on the street, having barbecues,' says Convery, a local Labour councillor who was recently affected to write a letter to Geldof suggesting she 'slope off for a few weeks' to give residents a holiday. 'These guys are like professional wrestlers wHO have picked up a camera. They have access to a range of expletives that they enjoyment with comfort. They ar very fast-growing and remind me of the hard men you would try to annul at a bar. These are people who have had the empathy sucked out of their life systems.'

This summer the British paparazzi have gone into overdrive. First, Geldof was alleged to have collapsed at home in July from a rumoured drugs overdose - which she denies - causing a spike of interest and a blizzard of rag photographs. That was further exacerbated last week by her marriage in Las Vegas, aged 19, to an unknown American rocker: cue front-page pictures of Geldof sporting an outsized wedding hoop, looking shamefaced. Then there have been the invariant snatched images of Amy Winehouse shuttling to and from rehab and the blurry shots of Sienna Miller engrossed around a new boyfriend.

The pursuit has been relentless. Miller, world Health Organization has been dating the married actor Balthazar Getty, broke down pat in tears at a Los Angeles garage on Monday when photographers swarmed round her car and asked questions about her alleged 'home-wrecking'. She by and by complained to police and was granted an accompaniment back to her Beverly Hills hotel.

Last week the actress Keira Knightley complained that paparazzi intrusion was 'a identical predatory force'. 'When you are leaving your front door and paparazzi, world Health Organization are a lot bigger than you, are yelling "You're a whore" to try to make you cry - that manifestly is not great,' she aforesaid in an interview with Tatler magazine. 'If you look at the biggest film stars, they do not get paparazzi'ed that much, partially because they've already had it so much that they precisely close themselves off in their houses and don't leave them.'

After the death of Diana, Princess of Wales in a Paris car go after in 1997, there was a corporate pause for breath by newspaper and magazine editors who sworn not to use snatched images. But now, 11 years later, the fragile boundary betwixt feeding the public interest and maintaining an individual's right to privacy appears to have been breached by a new breed of irregular paparazzi.

The marketplace has taken a disquieting turn. Our ghoulish captivation with images depicting stars in various states of disintegration has ensured that these pictures often carry a higher monetary value. Just call up of Winehouse, chalk-faced and bleary-eyed, visualized wandering the streets in her underclothes last December. Or Britney Spears, wHO was photographed strapped to a hospital stretcher in January later tearfully refusing to hand over custody of her children. Both images would have sold for thousands of pounds.

'I don't cognize a single agency photographer who would shout that kind of insult [to Keira Knightley], and the agency wouldn't employ them if they did,' says peerless showbiz photographer who declined to be named. 'The problem is you're getting more and more free-lance guys world Health Organization think they can make a speedy buck simply by purchasing a camera and pitching up on a doorsill. They lavatory be quite aggressive and focused. They're like hunters following prey, because the game has got often more free-enterprise and that encourages a kind of survival of the fittest.'

Almost anyone can be a paparazzo straight off - all that is required is a digital camera, precipitous eyes and a satnav that tin can direct you to Sadie Frost's business firm in Primrose Hill. Bystanders can take snaps of celebrities on their fluid phones and sell them to gossip websites inside minutes. Heat magazine solitary receives 10,000 to 20,000 electronic images every day from readers.

Why do we find paparazzi images so fascinating? 'I think it's because it's easily digestible entertainment,' says Perez Hilton, the influential American celebrity blogger. 'It's play escapism.' A life-sized picture of the well-nigh bankable celebrities - Kate Moss, Kylie Minogue, Knightley or Miller - toilet fetch �200. But the value of the stab depends on the floor behind it: an sole set of Winehouse leaving a rehab clinic, for instance, arse be worth up to �30,000.

'Female celebrities always sell better than men because the magazine readership is overwhelmingly female,' says Alex Stanger, an amusement reporter for BBC News 24. 'Women want to see other women non looking so great. A shot of someone's axilla hair or cellulite sells more than a lovely, set-up, airbrushed photo.'

The more and more fevered rival means that a dedicated paparazzo must stick like glue to his quarry. This has led to a heave in the number of car chases - or 'follows', in paparazzi-speak. Not for null has the new generation of showbiz photographers become known as 'the stalkerazzi'. John Mayer, the singer-songwriter ex-boyfriend of Jennifer Aniston, complained sooner this calendar month that photographers were routinely breaking the speed limitation and shooting red lights.

In fashionable areas, the jest goes that you ar never more than sestet feet away from a paparazzo. In Los Angeles the city council is considering a so-called 'Britney law' that would seek to license paparazzi and introduce regulative measures such as making them have got a fluorescent 'P' on their telephone number plates. Elsewhere, a group of Malibu locals attacked paparazzi world Health Organization were trying to take shots of the role player Matthew McConaughey surfing.

'Celebrities ar constantly being hounded now because the market is so saturated,' says Stanger. 'I interviewed George Clooney latterly and he said to me that he has to be so much more aware than he was five years ago because now he goes to a restaurant and he won't know whether the nice couple following to him will originate filming him on their camera phones. That substance it is getting a bit more vicious.

'But it's a bipartisan street: celebrities need paparazzi as very much as the paparazzi need them, and some of them testament have a relationship with certain photographers. Victoria Beckham was e'er rumoured to have a guy she would call up to say: "I'm going to the gasolene station at this time, take a photo of me then."

'It's a unearthly, double-edged relationship. Amy Winehouse makes teatime for her paparazzi and Britney Spears ended up going kayoed with peerless [Adnan Ghalib], so it's almost like they're the only friends they receive left. It's quite incestuous.'

Admittedly certain celebrities at the lower end of the fame spectrum rely on paparazzi shots to raise their profile. Others, like Kylie Minogue, agree to stop and smile on the proviso that they are then left unequalled. If the famous do not seek attention, so the parameter goes, it is easy to avoid.

'If they don't like it, they tail end just locomote,' says Perez Hilton. 'Julia Roberts moved to New Mexico. Sandra Bullock moved to Texas. There's nothing worse than celebrities who complain or cover their faces pictures. So long as the paparazzi aren't breakage the police, celebs barely need to put up with it.'

Certainly it would be unjust to assume that the paparazzi are operating in a emptiness. They are simply eating the demand, both from the public and from the celebrities themselves. There is, also, a sealed code of honour among agency photographers, who respond with revulsion if you label them with the 'p'-word.

'I would say very strongly that our organization would non condone anyone making a celebrity blazon out,' says Alan Williams, chief executive of Big Pictures. 'I'm not expression those photographers don't exist, just that they're not employed by our agency.'

That offers scant comfort for celebrities wHO feel hounded. Nor does it give much relief to the likes of the unfortunate Paul Convery, who is not a celebrity and has never sought to be. As he continues to struggle his way of life through the disposable barbecues, one tin can only leslie Townes Hope that Peaches doesn't do anything to a fault newsworthy in the weeks to issue forth. Perhaps, as Perez Hilton suggests, she should locomote to New Mexico. Then, at least, the residents of his street would get their parking spaces back.

What it's like for the neighbours

Living virtually succeeding door to Amy Winehouse is no easy ride. It's non so lots the antics of Amy herself that keep her neighbours up at nighttime, but rather those of the small army of hangers-on and paparazzi milling around at all hours.

Though she is scarcely ever around, Amy-watching is a 24-hour-a-day industry, with the end of the road constantly blocked with cars and scooters, patch taxis and deliveries arrive at all hours, causation the street to be lit up with flashes.

Bored with hanging around all day and night, 3am games of football among paparazzi exploitation parked cars as goalposts are non uncommon.

That said, there are some notable advantages to having a celebrity neighbour. House prices aside, the presence of a dozen photographers and a pair of burly security guards keeping a 24-hour vigil helps make the street unrivalled of the safest and most crime-free in the whole of north London.

Even if it is mostly through a beleaguering mentality, her presence encourages conversation between neighbours and even promotes a small sense of community non seen in many places in the city.

Plus, being one step ahead of the gossip columns definitely impresses friends and colleagues, with most being at least a slight curious or even jealous.
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Sunday, 17 August 2008

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Thursday, 7 August 2008

Macy Gray

Macy Gray   
Artist: Macy Gray

   Genre(s): 
R&B: Soul
   



Discography:


Big   
 Big

   Year: 2007   
Tracks: 12


The Very Best of Macy Gray   
 The Very Best of Macy Gray

   Year: 2005   
Tracks: 17


The Trouble With Being Myself   
 The Trouble With Being Myself

   Year: 2003   
Tracks: 13


The ID   
 The ID

   Year: 2001   
Tracks: 13




Macy Gray parlayed an absolutely unique voice and an flaky sense of stylus into R&B stardom at the turn of the millenary, likable to audiences of all colors in hunt of a fresh alternative to mainstream person. Gray was actually born Natalie McIntyre in Canton, OH, and grew up a shy, awkward fry wHO was a great deal teased around her odd-sounding voice. She studied determinate pianoforte for seven old age, simply to a fault tight up the music of soul legends like Stevie Wonder, Marvin Gaye, and Aretha Franklin, non to acknowledgement old school rap; at boarding school as a adolescent, she was exposed to a multifariousness of white rock candy & roll as intimately. She moved to Los Angeles to enter in USC's screenwriting programme, where one day she in agreement to write lyrics for a instrumentalist friend's original songs. A demonstration academic session was scheduled to convey the songs on mag tape, and when the isaac Merrit Singer failed to usher up, Gray -- having adoptive the full mention of an aged neighbour in Canton as her seminal assumed refer -- wound up vocalizing on the recordings herself, in spite of her distaste for her have voice. One of the songs was ne'er overdubbed with some other vocal, and when the tapes started making the rounds of the local music scene, Gray's rasping growl attracted a band of attention, much to her surprisal. She was offered a job vocalizing jazz and pop standards with a band that performed in hotels around Los Angeles, and her continued run as a demonstration singer created a buzz around the unconvincing prima donna.


Robert Gray organised an after-hours nightspot called the We Ours, which took position in a diminished coffee shop; in addition to welcoming open-mic acts of the Apostles, Gray and her jazz group performed there regularly. She signed with Atlantic Records, wHO declined to spillage the album she recorded for them; devastated by this rejection and the dissolution of her wedding (her one-third kid was on the way at the time), Gray retreated to Canton. However, her demo mag tape continued to make the rounds, and she returned to L.A. to accept a publication conduct with Zomba. This in grow helped lead to a new record contract with Epic in April 1998, and Gray spent the following year recording what was to turn her debut album, On How Life Is. Released in the summertime of 1999, On How Life Is won glow reviews and great pipeline, only in venom of all that -- asset a moderate slay single in "Do Something" -- the record book was slow to catch on at low gear. That all changed early the next year, when Gray received deuce Grammy nominations (for Best New Artist and Best Female R&B Vocal), and the single "I Try" started to take off on radio. "I Try" proven to be an enormous reach, and On How Life Is suddenly sold like hotcakes, entering the Top Ten and sledding three-base hit platinum by the destruction of 2000. Gray scored a littler follow-up reach with "Why Don't You Call Me," and too raised eyebrows with the album cart track "I've Committed Murder," in which the protagonist gets off with her crime. Although Gray lost kO'd her first time at the Grammys, she was nominative once more the following year for Best Female Pop Vocal thanks to "I Try," and this time north Korean won (although the song lost out on Record of the Year and Song of the Year honors).


In late 2000, Gray contributed 2 vocal tracks to Fatboy Slim's Halfway Between the Gutter and the Stars record album; she after recorded with the Black Eyed Peas, cut a pas de deux with pat caption Slick Rick for the Benjamin Rush Hour 2 soundtrack ("The World Is Yours"), and made her concealment playacting debut in the Denzel Washington constabulary drama Training Day. By the time she had begun work on her arcsecond album, Gray was development a reputation for dreamlike public appearances and interviews, culminating in an August 2001 incident in which she was booed for plain stumbling over the lyrics to the national anthem. Released the undermentioned month, The Id was a determined campaign to play up the crazy side of Gray's range of a function; it entered the charts at phone issue 11 and quickly went gold on the military capability of lead individual "Seraphic Baby." However, in cattiness of node appearances by Erykah Badu and the Red Hot Chili Peppers' John Frusciante, among others, its sales stalled much rather than expected. During 2002, Gray appeared as herself in the smash impinge on movie Spider-Man and too guested on Santana's Shaman. One division by and by, her third record album -- The Trouble with Being Myself -- arrived on the shelves, although it was besides a flop in commercial-grade price (it incisively barely lost the Top 40). With a new production team, including will.i.am from Black Eyed Peas and his confederate Ron Fair, Gray returned with a slicker, Tom Joyner-approved rendering of soul on 2007's Big, featuring collaborations with Natalie Cole and BEP's Fergie.





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