So even on house arrest, Lindsay Lohan is the topic of many a male fantasy: so much so, that an art photographer by the name of Richard Phillips decided to use Lindsay as the subject of a a short film for the Gagosian Gallery in Beverly Hills, and you’re gonna love this shit. It’s a short film that’s just chock-full of cheesy reject-from-a-cheap-spa music and lip-biting, eye-widening stares by she-of-the-duck-lips-and-receding-hairline – the MOTHERFUCKING LEGEND – Lindsay Lohan herself.
When she hasn’t been “modeling” or letting her implants flop out poolside, Lindsay Lohan has ben busy making calls to try and resurrect her deflated career.
Who would you think she’d be calling? Maybe her ol’ buddy Tina Fey or Jane Fonda or one of the many other powerful people who vouched for Lindsay years ago when she was working with a semi-full deck, but no. She’s gone for one of the only people in the biz who’s possibly more laughable than her.