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"Hilton hotels are a sign

"Hilton hotels are a sign of quality; Paris Hilton is not," says the president of Italy's pro-Prosecco winemakers' organization. They're annoyed at Hilton's saucy gold-bodypaint ad campaign on behalf of Rich Prosecco, an Austrian company marketing an execrable canned and fruity version of the wine meant to be guzzled by club sluts. The Italian Prosecco-vintners plan on discussing ways to protect their brand identity from similar unseemly assaults. [Reuters]

Paris Hilton's Post-Pokey Boozefest

Paris Hilton may have walked out of jail in Lynwood just after midnight last night, but then she went on a total bender, boozing her way through Los Angeles with a vengeance fueled by three weeks of alcohol and blow withdrawal. NOTE: DID NOT ACTUALLY HAPPEN. (That we know of. Except for the Paris getting out of jail part. That happened.) But if Paris really had demanded her parents escort her on a liver-withering night of debauchery, where might she have gone? If not the rather barren immediate neighborhood of the Century Regional Detention Facility, at least she would need a few freeway-close options.

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Neue News From Germany

Paris Hilton dropped by Oktoberfest to flash her bodiced titties and hype Rich Prosecco, a drink, one assumes, made Dark Crystal-style by sucking the life blood out of the proletariat. A Mozart opera that included a scene in which Mohammad's severed head was displayed was severed itself after Islamic threats were reported to police. Strangely, Buddhists threats of violence were reported. Speaking of severing, an ex-insurance salesman will break up with your soon-to-be-ex for you. Just give Bernd Dressler three reasons and €20 to do it over the phone or €50 in person. Dammit, and I've just been sleeping with their best friend to get the message across. Hitler's watercolors are up for sale; they are expected to bring in US$190,000 and will be pleasant adornment for some rich neo-Nazi family room.

Previously: Uber Ennui Makes For Good Shopping, Berlin Wolf Parade, Berlin's Gummy Wall, Roofies, Battle of Berlin: Anti-Ad Activists and the Companies Who Co-Opt Them, Origami: Some Real Street Shit, I Will Always Bleibtreu: Berlin Boutique Hotel, Forgotten Photographer On Display in Berlin

The Fifth Miami

They're so desperate for new clubs down on South Beach, they're bringing 'em in from Canada now. That's the case with the Fifth, which originally sprang up as a lounge in Toronto. The Florida version is a big white lofty space with an excellent sound system that had an unfortunate debut blasting out Paris Hilton's new album for a "listening party" attended by the NYC socialite herself. If you can get over the instant terror provoked by that last sentence, the Fifth looks nice, big, and appropriately clubby. The VIP rooms are very swank of course, not that you'll ever see the inside of one. And in answer to the Fifth's "How do you plead?" ad campaign, I can only respond, "I plead to know the actual origin of your Canadian club's name in a country that has no Fifth Amendment."

The Fifth South Beach [Official site]

Previously: Studio A, Art Cafe South Beach, Glass @ the Forge, Snatch Me Not, Frenching After Dark

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: Taravengeful

Taradise and host Tara Reid return for amazingly glancing treatments of Paris and London. Now that we know Taradise has been cancelled, and noting that the schedule for the final episodes seems unsure, watching the show takes on a melancholy air. It's kind of like getting official notice that your child has died in a faraway land, then receiving a delayed letter the same child sent from that trip, where everything is still chirpy and happy and fun. To her credit, the contemporaneous post-Taradise Tara has finally wised up and realized that the producers of Taradise were never her pals, and that the show was ruthlessly edited to portray her as "a total party-girl drug retard." When even Anna Nicole Smith starts trashing you, you know somethin' ain't right. Full episode recap after the jump.

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Paris Hypes Her Man-Stank in Canada

It turns out Paris Hilton wasn't in Toronto fleeing the draft or buying up over-the-counter painkillers. She was, instead, promoting her new fragrance, Paris Hilton for Men. Yes yes, mock away, but what's really unfortunate is that Paris artificially raised Torontoids' self-image by indiscriminate use of the word "hot," which she is personally responsible for etymologically devaluing in America. "You guys are all very hot," she tells a crowd waiting to buy her perfume -- er, cologne -- which she explains has "pheromones in it. Something that makes people want you ... it smells hot." A 16-year-old fan described Paris as "hot," and Paris responded, "I think it's important for girls to be confident. Believe in yourself and ... everybody's hot." I'm sorry, but everyone is not hot. Not at all. Lastly, Paris was spotted by Fab Magazine out on the town yet again, this time in the Orange Room at the Guvernment club:

As the temperature climbed steadily in the packed venue, Paris, surrounded by four security guards, did New York runway up and down the club in a clingy leopard-print mini-dress while talking constantly on her trusty cell. As she brushed past me, I felt as giddy as a schoolboy who?s just tried on his first jockstrap. Ms. Hilton, though, was there to chat up Billy Talent?s Ben Kowalewicz. I can just imagine their conversation. "You?re hot. Let?s make a hot video together. I?ll lip-synch and use lots of tongue. I?m hot." Arrest her now.

Now that would be hot.

Paris Hilton for Men Gift Set [Amazon]
Paris Hilton making scents in Toronto [Canoe]
Hilton heiress promotes fragrance in Toronto [CTV]
Deep Dish [Fab Magazine]
The Guvernment [Official site]
Billy Talent [Official site]

[via Gawker]

Previously: International Gawker Stalker: Crappy Stash, Green Thong, Potty Demands, Taradise: Meta-Tara, Wild on Tara Premiere: Shooting the Shit, Paris Minus Paris Equals Paris, Paris Gets Down (with Herself)

International Gawker Stalker: Crappy Stash, Green Thong, Potty Demands

We're moving up in the world. So long to Kevin Bacon and Curtis Sliwa, hello to the A-list. Or at least a good strong whiff of the B-list. That's what I think I'm smelling, anyway. First, a report from the front lines:

I saw Sean Penn this weekend at my hotel in Houston on his way to New Orleans. He looked terrible with a crappy moustache and a nasty trucker hat.

Crappy moustache? You don't say. Let's return to the happier coast up east, and to a facility commemorating what were sometimes happier maritime expeditions:

Uma Thurman with her 2 lanky blond kids and demure nanny at the Whaling Museum in Nantucket. Looking like a slightly scruffier version of a New England beach mom in jeans, a fleece top, clogs (!) and a newsboy cap. Sat in front of us during the whale movie "The Bones of History" with her well-behaved son on her lap -- lime green thong exposed!

I'm neither a parent nor a prude, but I think Uma's son is a little young to be wearing a thong, lime green or otherwise. And now to the bonus round:

Paris Hilton and members of Sum 41 partied in Toronto at club Republik on Aug 31. Tipsy Paris was really unhappy with the bathrooms and demanded to be escorted to a different bathroom.

How often I have made similar demands, always unheeded. I tire of using the same bathroom over and over! I demand a new, different bathroom each time I expel waste through any orifice. And what's more, I demand an escort. I'm waiting.

Democracy Prevails in New Orleans! [Gawker]
Whaling Museum [Nantucket Historical Association]
Sum 41 [Official site]
Republik Nightclub [Official site]

[via Gawker]

Previously: Taradise: Meta-Tara, More Soup for You, Mo Pitkin?s House of Satisfaction, Taradise: Mighty Taraphrodite, Intranational Gawker Stalker: Big Ones in Nantucket

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

Wild on Tara Premiere: Shooting the Shit

So, in the premiere of E!'s Wild on Tara, eponymous hostess Tara Reid never once discharged a firearm, opting instead to explore the hotels, beaches, and drinking establishments of Athens and Mykonos. I'm depressed to learn that my ostensibly satirical predictions turned out to be largely accurate (Parises, drinking, cultural cringe, purchasing/discarding of local crafts, etc.). But I'd be fortunate if that was the least horrible thing about Wild on Tara. All claims of cultural relevance were cast to the wind, of course. Greek "television personality" Yanna Daralis was dispatched separately to do a little fluffy destination reporting; Daralis and Reid are supposedly friends, though the two never appeared on camera together. Tara herself never appeared in less than a heavy-cover wrap, likely to play down her unfortunately bloaty looks these days. Anyway, rather than bore you with more wordy words, let's just cut to the breakdown.

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: 53
Tara Drinks: 7
Pours: 5

Celebrity Cameos: Paris Hilton, Paris Latsis, Yanna Daralis (Greek TV person, actual celebrityhood unverified), Clive Davis (Chairman and CEO, BMG North America), Jaleel White (aka Steven Urkel), Freddie Mitchell (NFL wide receiver, formerly Philly, now Kansas City).

Celebrity Antics: Paris Latsis's father Grigoris Kasidokostas energetically paddles Tara on the behonkus. Freddie Mitchell drops his pants, for no apparent reason, twice.

Tara in Danger: Parasailing with Paris Hilton (Paris-sailing?). Aboard a large, inflatable raft, towed roughly behind a speedboat, Paris H. and Tara knock heads (insert joke here). Tara: "I think I broke my eyeball!"

Tara Mack Report: Tara macks on a cousin of Paris (Latsis, assumed), but dismisses him as too shy. Tara and Greek hotelier Kriton Harakopoulos then verbally mack upon each other (to the camera, when the other is not present), though the macking appears forced to put it mildly.

Cultural Moment: Enjoying dinner on the roof of the Athenian Hotel Grande Bretagne, Tara asks the wine steward about the view:

TARA: What is that?
STEWARD: That's the Acropolis. And that there is the Parthenon.
TARA: And what is that?
STEWARD: It's ... it's a monument ...
TARA: So, is he like, one of the gods?

Tara Self-Loathing Index: Two references to getting fat, one expressed as, "I'm gonna be a monster by the end of this."

Episode in a Nutshell: I think I broke my eyeball.

HotelChatter World's Cutest Concierge: Nominee Kriton [Hotel Chatter]
Tara on the Apanema in Mykonos [Hotel Chatter]
Wild on Tara: First Stop, Hotel Grande Bretagne [Hotel Chatter]
Oddjack Cultural Oddsmaker: Wild on Tara! [Oddjack]
Wild on Tara [E!]

Previously: Wild on Tara Aperitif, Odds on Wild on Tara, Wild on Tara Reid, Attalos Hotel, Fresh Hotel Athens

Paris Minus Paris Equals Paris

Guardian of traditional values The New York Post is running a contest based on its collective readers' hope that a marriage will disintegrate -- in particular, the marriage of Parises Hilton and Latsis. You have to choose a month and day on or before September 6, as the Post just won't give these crazy kids a chance at happiness. The prize is a trip to Paris, the city, including airfare, four nights' accommodation for two, and $500 to make you feel like a better person instead of one whose good fortune is the direct result of others' misery. If the happy couple's marriage does survive the summer, the prize will be awarded at random among the entrants.

NY Post's Win Four Nights in Paris Contest [Hotel Chatter]
Win Four Nights in Paris [NY Post]

Previously: Paris: World's Most Feminine City, Apartmentalypse Now, And a Bit of Science Tourism, Sexy, Paris, Hilton, But Not Paris Hilton, GoGo, All the Way to Paris

Paris Gets Down (with Herself)

If you're an international celebutante and you're going to do something tacky, be sure to do it in London. They cover things so well there. Earlier this week Paris Hilton managed to cause a stir at the London nightclub Kabaret's Prophecy. Take it away, Daily Mirror:

Paris has been bleating on about missing her boyfriend, Greek shipping heir Paris Latsis. But she could have decided to miss him in the ladies, and not in full view! [. . . ] She was dancing on the sofas and on the table her mates were sitting at. Paris is a very sexy dancer and was lifting her dress up. But she kept putting her hands down her knickers. [. . .] In the end, the bouncers had a word with her and told her to tone it down.

But it was only later that things became truly gruesome: "Paris has recorded a single called Screwed and she carries it around to all the bars, so that she can get it played. She begged the DJ at Kabaret to play it and he did. But it cleared the dancefloor."

Kabaret's Prophecy [Official web site]
PARIS IS FEELING TOUCHY [Daily Mirror, via A Socialite's Life]

Hilton's Hotels

We'll trust our celebrity-minded sister to pick over the bones of Paris Hilton's little black book - Gridskipper read it for the travel tips. While Paris' guide to the jet-set might lack the clarity or even the coherence of Frommer's, we'd rather travel with the pampered princess any day.

While in New York, it would appear that Hilton forgoes a room at her eponymous birthright and frequents instead Manhattan's more exclusive hotels - both Soho Grand and the Mercer warrant entries.
Paris' Little Black Book [Gawker]

We'll Always Have Dubai

The U.S. has one export that other countries love and hate in equal proportions: our culture. You won't find a greater love/hate relationship than the cultural obsession we have with Paris Hilton. The shutterbuggered heiress sets a world standard in sluttitude and emulators are popping up all over. It should come as no surprise that oil-rich Dubai, World Capital of Ostentation with its science-fiction skyscrapers and man-made islands, has a Paris in the making. Hpill.com reports that Lia Jashanmal has the body and social cred to pull it off but we won't be fully convinced until we see her on video. Let's hope there's a Rick Solomon roaming around Dubai too.

Our Very Own Paris Hilton [hpill.com]

Related: Emirates to launch first direct flight from Dubai to New York [USA Today]

Paris Hilton in Stockholm

An intrepid reporter from Stockholm has offered Gawker all the tidbits of heiress Paris Hilton and boyband veteran Nick Carter's trip to his fair city, replete with translations from Aftonbladet.

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