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Britney had stopped at the loo in an LA sandwich bar. It would make a great book! She waves hi. The troubled star ducked papafazzi an L. From the time she was young, Lynne and Jamie let her walk around the house naked. This is how it will go, they explain: I will give them the money, and the cash will be held in escrow. This mob lurches rwst town after Britney, descending on her with its notepads and cameras, and passing wild Spears paparazzi rest room from outlet to outlet. I'm surprised she uses "essential feminine items", my guess would have been that she just soils her undies when she's wearing them and throws them away Spears paparazzi rest room Only a few kids are in the store, a young girl with her brother rewt two blondes checking out fake-gold charm bracelets. Mitchell Hope gazes over at Kiernan Shipka in the record store in the official trailer for their
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Troubled sop starlet Britney Spears has reportedly spent the night in a hotel with a paparazzi photographer.
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Forum Rules. Remember Me? What's New? Thread: Britney Spears invites paparazzi guy into public ladies restroom. Add Thread to del. Wong this Thread! Britney Spears invites paparazzi guy into public ladies restroom Why did Britney invite a man into the ladies? The troubled star invited an unknown photographer into a public toilet with her, having sent him out to buy some very personal items.
Errand: the photographer delivers the essential items to the star at the toilet door After her former bodyguard Tony Barretto told the world she is on the edge, Spears might have tried to keep her head down during her custody battle with her ex-husband. But she apparently had no shame in using the ever-present paparazzi for such a private moment, as she emerged smiling from the cubicle.
Britney had stopped at the loo in an LA sandwich bar. Once inside, she realised her handbag was lacking some essential feminine items - and opened the door a little to call over a photographer. One helpful snapper, from the X17 agency, came to her aid. Public disorder: Britney felt no shame at using the ever-present paparazzi for such a personal moment, as she emerged smiling from the cubicle Friends of the singer fear for her mental state after Barretto gave evidence in court over whether she is fit to care for her sons Sean Preston, two, and oneyearold Jayden James.
The ex-minder made the media rounds claiming Britney took drugs, walked around naked and drove dangerously. He also said she would scream for no apparent reason. Why did Britney invite a man into the ladies? Any sane woman would just use tp and go buy her own 'essential feminine items', not call some strange guy to do it for her.
Essential feminine items my arse Who does she think we are, complete total mugs?. It's futile to figure it out. There is no logic in Britney World. Just thought I would add this lovely view of her hair from the back from dlisted. Good God. Did anybody see the pics of the back of her hair now.
She dyed that shit herself Its horrible. Really patchy. Even if she was on her rag This is Britney! She's gross. And so sick in the head at this point she dosn't know WTF she's doing!! That's the PIC!! LOL your too fast for me IheartParis. Last edited by Tati; September 25th, at PM. The drugs she is doing are really starting to eat holes in her brain. Just Kill Me. OMG this girl is so fucked in the head. I feel so sorry for her kids. She thinks she's being so coy and cute. She probably thinks that everyone just can't help but love her.
I'm surprised she uses "essential feminine items", my guess would have been that she just soils her undies when she's wearing them and throws them away after Originally Posted by Celestial. I also choose to believe the rumors because I am, when it is all said and done, a dirty gossip. WTF is her obession with using public bathrooms all the time. The video of her leaving this store on TMZ is crazy. She's crazy!! Gross She's cracky McCrack Crazy. Page 1 of 3 1 2 3 Last Jump to page:.
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The Tragedy of Britney Spears: Rolling Stone Cover Story – Rolling Stone
A pop star at the mall is an eternal cause for happiness, especially on a Sunday afternoon in the Valley. One moment, shoppers in the Westfield Topanga mall are living in the real world, monotonously selecting a new shade of eye shadow or rubbing perfume on wrists, but upon the rapture of Britney Spears , they are giggling, laughing, orgasmic, already sharing their secret on cell phones.
In person, Britney is shockingly beautiful — clear skin, ruby lips, a perfectly proportioned twenty-six-year-old porcelain doll with a nasty weave. She cuts through the crowd swiftly, the way she used to when 20, adoring fans mobbed her outside a concert, with her paparazzi boyfriend, Adnan Ghalib, trailing behind.
Only a few kids are in the store, a young girl with her brother and two blondes checking out fake-gold charm bracelets. Then she ducks into the dressing room with Ghalib. He emerges with her black Am Ex. This article appeared in the February 21, issue of Rolling Stone. The issue is available in the online archive. A new card finally goes through, but by then Britney is out the door, leaving her shirt on the ground and replacing it with the red top.
Britney turns to Ghalib and grabs his arm. She is not a good girl. If Britney was really who we believed her to be — a puppet, a grinning blonde without a cool thought in her head, a teasing coquette clueless to her own sexual power — none of this would have happened. She is not book-smart, granted. But she is intelligent enough to understand what the world wanted of her: that she was created as a virgin to be deflowered before us, for our amusement and titillation. She is not ashamed of her new persona — she wants us to know what we did to her.
Before her first hospitalization, Britney shut herself in the bathroom with her youngest son for three hours, wearing only panties, arguing with cops who tried to give her a sweater. Today, Britney is alone: Arrogant, anxiety-ridden and paranoid, she has lost faith in everyone.
She has no stylist, image consultant, crisis-control manager or driver. There is one group of people who love Britney unconditionally, and whose love she accepts: Every day in L. The multibillion-dollar new-media economy rests on her slumped shoulders, with paparazzi agencies estimating that she has comprised up to twenty percent of their coverage for the past year.
The paparazzi feed the celebrity magazines, which feed the mainstream press, while sources sell their dirtiest material to British tabloids, and then it trickles back to America. This mob lurches around town after Britney, descending on her with its notepads and cameras, and passing wild speculation from outlet to outlet. New players enter the gold rush by the minute, with people from around the world getting into the game: The flashiest new player is Sheeraz Hasan, a Pakistani-British immigrant who recently founded Hollywood.
A devout Muslim who can be found at the mosque on Fridays for prayers — and also drives a yellow Lamborghini — he was on the hajj to Mecca when he stopped in a small town on the side of a mountain for a bottle of water, and there he saw a newspaper, and on the cover was Britney.
Trying to get an interview with Britney is a whole other level of craziness: A friend of a friend sets me up with a guy she says will introduce me to Britney, but it has to happen right away. I tell her to make the meeting. He gets out of a blue Porsche in a T-shirt that reads fuck rehab! It seems to be an unironic shirt. I grab my laptop case. Of course, I have zero dollars to offer him, but I decide to play along. He tells me to get into his car. My celebrities get free furs and diamonds. Britney is a queen.
T hese days, Britney may not care much what we think of her, but when she was younger it was all that mattered. His own mother committed suicide when he was fourteen. He generally came home on weekends and drank too much.
Over the next few years, she and Lynne would split their time between New York and Kentwood as Britney booked commercials, played the lead in a Broadway play, Ruthless , and performed on Star Search.
She loved it: She had basketball practice and a handsome boyfriend, Reg Jones. She reportedly lost her virginity to him at fourteen.
Britney denies this. The genius stroke of her creation was that her next single was a ballad, with a video featuring her dancing in a white outfit on a pier: By emerging as a vixen and then reverting to a child, she allowed the world to breathe a sigh of relief that her temptress act was make-believe. She played along.
Have you seen MTV — all those girls in thongs? Jamie was not in the picture. She was devastated. According to a source, she and Lynne had made the decision for her to get them, on the assumption that the culture demanded it, but the press leapt on her scornfully.
Britney has denied having implants. Some in her camp argued that Britney was too young to be pushed so hard, and wanted her to return to Kentwood to reconnect with girlfriends. From the time she was young, Lynne and Jamie let her walk around the house naked. They were literally picking out her panties for her. W ith her third album, Britney was told that she could change — a little. I want to have throw-down, hot sex!
Both Britney and Robson have denied the affair. Britney does. After fighting with Lynne one morning, she packed her pals on a plane for three days of partying in Las Vegas — cocaine during the evening, Ecstasy in the early morning and Xanax to sleep, according to Alexander.
At a. Eleven hours later, they called their parents to give them the big news. Lynne flew to Vegas, the couple were separated, and lawyers worked to annul the marriage. Shipped home with a false promise that Britney wanted to stay together, Alexander cracked under the national spotlight and dropped out of school. This was to have been the new Britney, and she was genuinely disappointed, wearing a wedding ring in defiance.
There were demons that she was battling, and she wanted everyone to know. Jive insisted on a different method of death, so she ran away from the paparazzi before drowning in the tub. Britney was compliant on the first day of the shoot, but on the second, she refused to leave her hotel room. She found her soul mate a few weeks later, on the dance floor: Kevin Federline, a twenty-five-year-old cornrowed white boy who had been a dancer for Timberlake, a high school dropout and son of a Fresno, California, auto mechanic with one baby by his girlfriend, Shar Jackson, and another on the way.
With little else on her mind, Britney was relieved when her knee gave out in the middle of the tour, and Jive announced that doctors had prescribed four months of rest. But the next week, she asked Federline to marry her he refused, mock-horrified, and proposed a few minutes later , and they got hitched immediately, with Juicy tracksuits for the bridesmaids in pink and groomsmen in white embroidered with MAIDS and PIMPS.
Two weeks after the wedding, Britney fired her manager, Rudolph and Lynne. Her interest in her recording career was minimal. She recorded three songs in three years. Night after night, she hit the L. She circled his house three times, furious at having to concede to their demands, before pulling into a random hair salon in the Valley and taking her hair off in big clumps, less as a penance than a liberation.
That was her fate, she declared — she was next. After rehab, Britney was deeply angry and cut out every person in her life who had argued for it — her parents, Federline, Rudolph, even old best friends. She claimed not to have a drug problem, and stopped returning calls to her disloyal subjects, changing her phone numbers.
Britney signed a new management contract with the Firm and started working out a few times a week. The day of the show, she arrived early to the arena. Timberlake was rehearsing.
Suddenly, her face fell, and she started getting panicked, nervous, afraid — what was he going to think of her performance? What about the rest of her peers?
She refused to come out. Soon, she was going to put on her hair, and maybe she would feel better. All she had to do was sit for the afternoon so the wig could be glued to her head, piece by piece, then remain very still for an hour so it could set, and she would be the old Britney again.
The hair divas turned on their heels, leaving the Firm to try coaxing them back while insisting to Britney that she must change her mind. Britney sat for those in her glittery black bikini and then stepped into the rest of her outfit, a Posh Spice-style corset-dress. Then she took it off, refusing to wear it. T he edge of Mulholland Drive is the lip of a pit, a vertiginous fall into destruction.
Was it terrible? Lutfi has had two temporary restraining orders issued against him for harassment. The rumor flies around the lobby that the government is looking into Lutfi, curious about his connection to the Saudis. This is how it will go, they explain: I will give them the money, and the cash will be held in escrow. They will be at the shoot, making sure Britney is happy — I will have to bring five photographers, five stylists and five makeup artists in case she is not.
He is very pleased. He calls Lutfi to tell him. He turns to me. He thinks for a moment. It would make a great book! After explaining to Claus that there is no money, I write to Lutfi many times, explaining that we are still very interested in interviewing Britney and telling her side of the story. A s comes to a close, Britney starts to really enjoy her paparazzi chases.