Here’s a hint: it’s in SoHo. It’s a boutique. It’s owned by the sister of Lindsay’s rumored Sapphic love (and sometime dealer). Oh, and of all the shopping she’s done in NYC, this is the first place we’ve seen the photogs permitted to follow her inside.
And while you’re pondering that little brainteaser, how about someone also explain to me what the hell she’s wearing on her legs. Those don’t quite look like leggings and they don’t quite look like leather. I’m perplexed.
March 7, 2008 at 11:31 pm by Evil Beet
Oh, it’s been ever so sad lately!
The weather in LA is warming up, and Lindsay’s has little excuse to wear her leggings — she’s been sporting a series of little dresses instead.
Thank goodness she’s in NYC now, where she can pull them back on, and the world can have an extra layer of fabric between themselves and the Lo-gina. Here she is leaving a Greenwich Village spot called Bar Pitti.
Why is she in NYC, you ask?
Oh, no reason, really, it’s just that some people decided to make a fucking photo exhibit out of her tattoos and she’s in town to host the opening night. Yeah, you read that right. Lindsers selected pictures from her favorite photographers — photos she feels â€œrepresents the mood behind her tattoosâ€ — and they’re doing a freaking art exhibit about it. Her tats include â€œLa Bella Vitaâ€ on her back, and the word â€œbreatheâ€ and a star on her wrist.
My goodness. She’s a living work of art. Seriously? Those aren’t, like, particularly artistic tattoos. I mean, there’s nothing wrong with them, I just don’t find myself thinking, like, “I’d really like to delve further into why Lindsay Lohan has a star on her wrist.”
One of my best friends got her ears pierced this weekend, and I went along for the ride. We went to get them done at a tattoo parlor, and they had all sorts of tattoo options on posters on the walls. I had plenty of time to wait, so I looked over them all. Some were cute, some were cool but not appealing to me personally, and some were absolutely disgusting. One was the word “Bitch” wrapped around — no joke — a tampon, string and all. Another said “Suck Ass” and was a picture of an ass, a cock and balls, and a straw sticking out from the asshole. I asked the tattoo guy, “Do people actually get shit like this tattooed on their bodies?” He said yes indeed. He said one girl came in and requested a faux necklace tattooed around her neck, like a pearl necklace, except, instead of pearls, she wanted penises. He said she already had tattoos on her back of swastikas made out of penises. I really could have vomited right then and there. No joke; I felt physically ill. This is not a person I have any desire to meet. I consider myself to be fairly open-minded, with a willingness to accept people’s chosen lifestyles, but when you’ve managed to combine Nazism and penises — and identify with the combo via multiple permanent body alterations — I don’t think we can ever be friends. Rather, I wish you’d leave my planet and never return.
The point is this: if you’re going to do an art exhibit about someone’s tattoos, is Lindsay Lohan really the most interesting choice?
And the kids clamoring with excitement for Lindsay?
I’m going to let you guys handle the snark on that one.
March 7, 2008 at 1:17 am by Evil Beet
Oh, God, they’re actually doing this.
E! is set to begin filming on Living Lohan, a reality series which will follow Mother of the Year Dina Lohan and daughter Ali as Ali tries to follow in Lindsay Lohan’s footsteps. Because, you know, who wouldn’t want a life like Lindsay Lohan? Doesn’t she just seem so happy all the time? Yes, I’d want to do whatever it takes to get to the point where I’m back on cocaine after my third stint in rehab. Guide me, Dina Lohan. Help me to live a life as joyous as Lindsay’s.
Anyway, filming’s beginning by following Clan Lohan to Las Vegas, where Ali’s going to begin work on her already-doomed solo album for Interscope Records.
Dina’s sons, Cody and Michael, will also make appearances in the series, but Lindsay has no plans to participate. As least she’s making some good decisions.
March 4, 2008 at 3:28 pm by Evil Beet
Lindsay Lohan’s brave run at recovery is officially over.
She was spotted leaving dinner in LA with Samantha Ronson last night.
Let me explain the math on this one:
Samantha Ronson = cocaine.
It’s over, kids.
February 29, 2008 at 12:26 pm by Evil Beet
La Lohan had lunch at La Scala today.
Totally boring, except, if you look closely, you can see there’s a scrape on her knee, I assume left over from this drunken slip.
Update: I was flipping through some more photos and it looks like later in the day Lindsay hit up an AA meeting. You keep at it, Lindsers!
February 28, 2008 at 1:33 am by Evil Beet
I think it’s time our little pal heads back to rehab.
Lindsers was partying it up at Villa this weekend, and managed to fall flat on her ass on her way to the car.
The sidewalk must have been really slippery … much like Lindsay’s sobriety.