Miley & Justin’s Poochy Afternoon

Miley Cyrus and her underwear-model man Justin Gaston were looking all sorts of happy as they left the Market City Cafe yesterday in Los Angeles, California. The couple met up with a friend as they went for a stroll. Justin did his best Paris Hilton impression as he talked on the phone most of the time. Miley carried her pet dog Sofie, and a bright red Prada bag. Something weird about a 16-year-old with a Prada bag. Maybe that’s just our jealousy talking.

Blind Item #76: Sippin’ the Wrong Drink

If you’re going to speak for one of the big Cola companies, it’s a good idea not to be caught drinking its rival. Just ask Britney. This little lady did just that, and we doubt that her company will be very happy about it when they see the photos…which surely exist.

It wasn’t Xtina!

Kelly Osbourne is Out

Kelly Osbourne has had her share of trouble lately – she went into rehab in January for an unknown addiction. But she was out and on the town last night with her fiance model Luke Worrall , as the two attended Lady Gaga’s concert at the Wiltern Theatre in Hollywood, California. The two left hand in hand and smiled for photographers. Good luck to you, Kelly, on your recovery!

Guess Who 3/15/09

steffi was all over our Guess Who yesterday – Marc Jacobs!

Here’s today’s, good luck!

Angelina Goes Back to Black

Here’s an exclusive foto of the beautiful Angelina Jolie yesterday. She was looking lovely as she wore a black wig as part of a disguise for her appearance in her latest film, Salt. Angelina was looking very relaxed as she walked off of the set after filming a scene involving a Presidential funeral procession at St. Barth’s Church on Park Avenue in New York City, New York. It’s so nice to see Angie going back to brunette – we don’t like that blonde wig at all.

Lilo’s Personal Circus!

Poor Lindsay! Yesterday was not a good day for the star! Not only is an arrest warrant out for her that was issued by the Beverly Hills Superior Court on Friday, related to her 2007 DUI and hit-and-run case, but now we’ve snapped Paparazzi, fans and tour vans that were crowding the front of Samantha Ronson’s home.

Why? Police were called and arrived in regards to an alleged call of a disturbance. A window was also broken out at the home during an alleged verbal altercation.

We wonder what on earth is going on? First and arrest warrant and then what looks like a violent fight? We thought things had started to settle down for Lindsay! And look at the media circus outside her house!
While the exact nature of the arrest warrant charge is unknown, arrest warrants can be issued for any number of infractions, including minor administrative problems like failing to update an address. Lohan’s lawyer, Shawn Chapman Holley, called the warrant “a misunderstanding,” and said that she has been complying with the terms of her probation.

Lady Gaga Brings it to LA

We snapped the ultra creative Lady Gaga as she arrived and departed at her show at the Wiltern in Los Angeles this weekend.
Popwatch.com gave this great review yesterday on her amazing show:

“Pop ate the Wiltern in Los Angeles Friday night, thanks to the post-post-post-modernist stylings of dance sensation Lady GaGa, her backpack-wearing backup dancers, and an audience so prepared to match their hostess in sartorial experimentation that it made Rocky Horror look like cotillion. One presumed the Lady approved — and somewhere, to be sure, Andy Warhol stirred in his grave.

Glowsticks came courtesy of The White Tie Affair, a bouncy nu-punk band that dared to throw an acoustic guitar into the proceedings while battling through a tough opening spot. They sweated it out under the blacklights as best they could, but all those girls in the exotic tights and hair bows (and the club boys who accompanied them) were there for one thing only: the 22 year old self-proclaimed artist whose superhero visage soon splashed huge on a kabuki curtain in front of the stage. A short film played, a voice purred, “My name is Lady GaGa, and this is my house,” and in a blaze of video flame, she appeared.
Her wig is now an austere blonde bob, and her stage show just as carefully crafted. DJ Space Cowboy spins from a distant back corner; set/costume pieces are angular and clean. Her onstage banter was at times a bit silly (“I travel the whole world, and when I come home, I can still smell the stench of greed”) and the visuals occasionally lacking in coherent theme, but her voice was strong and refreshingly free of overbearing tracking vocals. For all her cocky bluster, perhaps the most undeniable aspect of GaGa’s talent is this: The girl can, and does, sing. From the back of a packed house, it was mostly impossible to see the teensy tyro — interested parties will likely be able to catch the whole thing on YouTube tomorrow, based on the number of view-blocking cameras in the air — but when you wanna just dance, all you need is the music, anyway. GaGa devotees, prepare to be delighted when her disco stick lights up your town.”