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LA Fashion Week: The Good, the Bad and the Ugly

LA Fashion Week has long been the less likeable, somewhat strung-out younger sister to New York Fashion Week. Although LA's sartorial scene has been gaining unprecedented recognition over the last few years, any fashion week that features Nicky Hilton's collection, Chick, is bound to have a hard time proving its integrity. That said, there's plenty of celebrity spotting and frock-appreciation to be had if you know where to look.

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Nicky O Hotels

Nicky Hilton, a.k.a. the Hilton sister with dignity, announced her plan to open two of her own hotels called the Nicky O this November, one in Chicago and one in South Beach. The O is for Olivia, Ms. Hilton's middle name and not a transparent bid to glom onto the aura of classiness surrounding Jackie O. It's easy to scoff at the young heiress's foray into the family business but Nicky was always the savvy one. While Paris was content to parlay her fellatio talents into quick fame, Nicky has been a businesswoman since age 17, when she started designing her own handbags. The new hotels will be for the hearty-of-wallet with rooms from $300 to $5,000 a night and up to 7 mil for a condo but methinks understatement will not figure into the design manifesto. Hyperbolic Roberto Cavalli is slated to design the South Beach's penthouse suite and the PRopaganda says other designers will be invited to furnish individual rooms. The lobby will include Nicky Hilton personal designs "come to life." Guests will be assaulted lightly spritzed with a Nicky's signature gardenia fragrance. Hilton's previous designs have included jewelry sold at Claire's and Tweety merchandise for Warner Brothers so one can only extrapolate what a Nicky O lobby might look like. I'm betting a mix of marble, leopard skin, disco balls and a fine mist of gardenia and cocaine.

Nicky O Hotels [HospitalityNet]

Nicky O South Beach [Zilbert's (the Real Estate Company in charge of selling the condos]

Previously: Adam Curry's Miami Podcast, Esquire's Best Bars in America, Churchill's Pub, Non invasive Celebrity Mapping

International Gawker Stalker: 50 Elephant, Vegas Soprano, Harvey Ovates

A few more celeb stalkings to end your February on a proper note, complete with a pre-Oscar flourish. Send in your inter- or intra-national celeb sightings to tips@gridskipper.com. First, it's off to Thailand for a half-dollar of ripped abs and smoldering glares, plus a plush toy:

Sunday 27/2, saw 50 Cent and his G Unit entourage at a five-star hotel in Bangkok giving a press conference -- the last show in his international tour. He was wearing a big loose black G Unit T-shirt so didn't get to see his hot tattooed torso. The host called him "Mr. Fifty" and it was like a Lost in Translation scene cos the host keep talking Thai in between -- I've no idea if he was translating what 50 Cent said or what. In the end they gave each rapper a silk elephant and 50 Cent was holding it awkwardly throughout the photo section. He looked just like in the pictures/video clips, only more charming in person with his big grin and very good eye contact. He's the second celebrity that captured my attention from the first encounter although I wasn't a fan before -- the first was Anderson Cooper but of course it's a totally different story!

Indeed! I'm pretty sure Anderson Cooper doesn't gang-bang, or at least not in the same sense of the phrase. But they both got those eyes. What if their eyes met? Would the universe be destroyed, or would a universe-destroying love be born? The answer, certainly not after the jump.

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Celebulicious New Year's in Vegas

If you're planning on Las Vegas this weekend, there are a plenty of great parties to hit while in town. Some may cost you, but you're guaranteed to have a great time. At Tao in the Venetian, Paris Hilton is hosting a party with open bar from 9 to 11 p.m.; advance tickets are $200. Kid Rock will be hosting a countdown and DJ set over at the new Jet nightclub at the Mirage. Shannon Elizabeth is hosting a party with outdoor fireworks, toast, and favors at Treasure Island's Tangerine, with super duper special bonus: Legendary DJ Grand Master Flash on the 1s and 2s. Over at Pure in Caesars Palace, Nicky Hilton and Kevin Connolly will be hosting their own party with resident DJ AM. OPM nightclub, buried deep in the Forum Shops at Caesars, is hosting a party with Damon Dash and DJ Kid Capri; tickets are $100. Other Vegas parties that don't have a celeb formally attached include those at Studio 54 and Tabu at the MGM Grand, Mandalay Bay's House of Blues, Light at the Bellagio (tickets $150, $275 for table reservations), and Body English at the Hard Rock Hotel. Be advised that any of these events can change up to the last minute, tickets and space are limited, blah blah blah.

Tao [Official site]
Jet [Official site]
Tangerine [Official site]
Pure [Official site]
OPM [Official site]
MGM Grand Nightlife [Official site]
House of Blues [Official site]
Light [Official site]
Body English [Official site]

[Casey Miller]

Previously: The Circuit Clublister, Vegas Strip Clubs Too Poor for Taxi Kickbacks, Beacher�s Madhouse, Vegas Eats L.A., Fetish & Fantasy Halloween Ball

Beacher's Madhouse

Corpulent comedian Jeff Beacher has established himself as a Las Vegas player-promoter with Beacher's Madhouse, a combination nightclub-party-show at the Hard Rock Hotel. Beacher assiduously cultivates hype by excluding as many people as possible, making the crowds of bimbos and shite celebs admitted inside feel like they're grade-A hot buttered fuck. Excluding the exclusivity, what you have is a mob of skimpily dressed babes, sideshow acts, and a comedy cavalcade. Did I mention that Paris and Nicky Hilton were there once? Beacher won't let you forget it, as their names are all over his site. Though it was a tough choice posting the pic above versus the shot of Quentin Tarantino enduring an assault by a monkey in an Uncle Sam suit. Oh hell, here you go.

Anyway, tickets for the show-thing are only $25, but they don't guarantee admission in any real sense. To get in, you'd best be famous, hot, and female, in that order but preferably all three of course. And for what it's worth, "tickets" are already "sold out" through January 2006.

'Madhouse' offers wild asylum if you're hip enough to get in [LAT]
Beacher's Madhouse [Official site]
Hard Rock Hotel [Official site]

Previously: Fetish & Fantasy Halloween Ball, Drop Dead Gorgeous at Beauty Bar Vegas, Taradise: Tarahiatus, Las Angeles Invades Los Vegas, Las Vegas Nightlife Explosion

Taradise: Meta-Tara

Welcome back to the ultimate in do-nothing television. Tara Reid spends this episode of Taradise in St. Tropez, eatin' and a-partyin' in preparation for a big party to promote her show. But wait, the party to promote the show is actually on the show! She had a party to promote the show, which is on her show, and is being seen by people already watching her show. She just blew my mind. The party only takes about 2.5 minutes of screen time though, or maybe I just blacked out. This trend might imply a grim future for us all. Tara herself cut down a bit on the drinking, on camera at least, but they also showed her smoking a couple times -- a real shocker, I know, but at least it's different. I hope they depict our hostess hoovering up lines of Colombian marching powder when she finally takes the show to Bogota. And no, that's not a massive super-spliff in her mouth above, nor is it a stick of dynamite. Funny as it may look, there's no way she'll ever let it get in the way of her drinking.

Drink Report
Methodology: Drinks are counted when anyone on the show drinks any beverage or is shown holding a beverage (no attempt is made to differentiate alcoholic from supposedly non-alcoholic, i.e. clear fluid with lemon wedge). Tara Drinks are counted when Tara drinks a beverage on camera. Pours of beverages are the producers? semaphore for further excessive drinking off-camera.
Drinks: 38
Tara Drinks: 5
Pours: 2*
*Does not include 50 battles of champagne sprayed at Nikki Beach.

Celebrity Cameos: Apparently you can't spray champagne in St. Tropez without various celebs scurrying out of the woodwork. Paris Hilton reappears, though once again she won't speak to the camera. Her sister Nicky Hilton also makes a cameo, as does Ryan Seacrest of all people. At Tara's party, she claims "all the basketball players from the United States are there," which might be a small exaggeration. LA Laker Luke Walton is the only one identified by name, though he does have a brief speaking role.

Celebrity Antics: After Tara and her mook friend concoct a plan to spray the crowd at the Nikki Beach club with 50 bottles of champagne, Paris stalks away muttering, "I don't want to be sprayed with champagne by these idiots." When Tara encounters Ryan Seacrest, the two appear to be speaking cheerfully, but it's blatantly obvious they're mentally engaged in a psychic duel to determine who can squeeze the most publicity wattage out of the moment. I'd have to call it a draw at this point (no observable wattage for either party, mentally or publicity-wise). When Nicky Hilton makes a brief appearance, she, Paris, Tara, and a companion of Nicky's named "Allison" all engage in a group girl-hug. Allison calls someone a "crazy bitch," but it's hard to say who. When a bystander leans in to give Paris a peck on the cheek, Tara shrieks, "Are you kidding me? If you touch her again, I'll bite your fuckin' head off!" The Paris-cheek pecker bellows with amusement in response. Luke Walton lamely invites Tara to a Lakers game.

Tara in Danger: Tara jumps off a large yacht into shark-infested waters. No sharks appear, and Tara's bikini top remains in place. And Tara wants everyone to know that the sparkler she's "smoking" above was absolutely not dangerous. The basketball players at Tara's party are drinking giant bottles of Cristal (called "methuselahs" ... who knew). Tara cradles one half-full methuselah to her body a little too affectionately. Somehow I doubt anyone else was too interested in drinking from that bottle afterward, even if they do cost three grand apiece.

Tara Mack Report: Tara waits on the shore with a mimbo incongruously named "Flo" as their friends frolic in the waves. Tara can't swim because of her mic, you see:

TARA: I would die, I would be electrocuted.
FLO: If I would die, I would be the happiest man.
TARA: [laughs, then indignantly] Did you say if I died you'd be the happiest man?
FLO: If I would die right now I would be the happiest man.
TARA: Why is that?
FLO: 'Cause I'm here with you.

Barrrfff! Yeah, nice try, Flo, but we all know you really meant you would be happy to die just to get outta that scene. After this dopey exchange, we're treated to a postcard from Tara that reads, "I think I'm falling for Flo. He's hot!" Later, Tara pulls another girl out of her heiress-hat, this one named "Anna" (it's her boat Tara jumps off). Anna meets Tara & co. for a meaningless conversation surrounded by tourists and paparazzi. Anna waves Tara's arms while trilling, "Tara Reid loves all of you!" She then turns back to the camera, grunts, and curls her lip in the most startling display of patrician disgust yet seen on this show, and that's saying something. Anna later proposes a threesome between herself, her boyfriend, and Tara to alleviate Tara's four sexless months. There's also some talk about the girls lezzing it up for the camera, but ultimately it's all just a tease. Tara later clings drunkenly to Flo while he talks on his cell phone, though Flo throws an arm (in a cast, curiously) around her. Still on his phone, he says, "Isn't she beautiful? You just got to love her. You just got to love her, and hold her, and never let her go." Tara then slurs out something that sounds like, "You wissszzzzhhhaaaa!". Here endeth the macking.

Cultural Moment: Uhhhhh ... well, there is a dinner at Villa Romana restaurant, with models strutting around in purchasable designer wear, and the waiters are all dressed like Napoleon (even with the funny hats). That's what passes for culture in these parts.

Tara Self-Loathing Index: Tara complains bitterly about how much thinner she looks on the photo for her party invitations. Still only a flash of stomach here and there. Tits and ass to be sure, but the midriff has yet to come out in full effect.

Episode in a Nutshell: If I would die, I would be the happiest man.

The No. 1 Network of Never-Were-Land [NY Times]
The Future of Tara Reid [Gallery of the Absurd]
60 Second Interview: Tara Reid [Metro Cafe]
Fine Wines come in these GiantBottles! [GiantBottles.com]
Villa Romana Restaurant [Official site]
Taradise [E!]

Previously: Taradise: Mighty Taraphrodite, Taradise: Tarrarism, Taradise: Taradox, Wild on Tara Premiere: Shooting the Shit, Wild on Tara Aperitif, Odds on Wild on Tara