Archives for the month of: September, 2012

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London calling!

Gwen Stefani leads the way for her little man Zuma Nesta Rock, 4, as they make their way through London on Thursday.

Stefani — who is also mom to son Kingston, 6 — recently opened up to Marie Claire about expanding her family with husband Gavin Rossdale further.

“I really, really, really wanted [a baby] about two years ago. And it didn’t really work out,” the No Doubt frontwoman, whose new album Push and Shove was released this week, said.

“So … I feel good with what we’ve got. Everything works out how it should. You can’t plan anything, right?”

RELATED: Gwen Stefani: My Biggest Accomplishment Is My Marriage

In recent star news, SOFIA VERGARA revealed that in the past, “it was hard” for her to get roles because her boobs were too big.

Now that’s kind of hard to believe…

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With one of the best pairs of authentic, surgery-free boobs in Hollywood sitting on her chest, and not to mention her awesome ass, Sofia Vergara has the power to pretty much get whatever she wants. But apparently, that wasn’t always the case for the “Modern Family” star, who was recently named Forbes’ “Highest Paid TV Actress”.

During an interview with Katie Couric on her new talk show, “Katie“, Sofia revealed that she was once told by her former publicist to get a breast reduction so that she could get more roles. She said:

“At the beginning it was hard [to get roles], and [my former publicist] used to tell me, ‘Maybe you should get to a more normal, standard size.”’

But the actress, who is the proud owner of a 32F rack, didn’t do it. Sofia continued:

“[My mom said], ‘God is going to punish you, you can’t chop your boobs out. It’s crazy. All the women are risking their life (sic) to get boobs.’ So I didn’t do it.”

And thank goodness she didn’t!

The Colombian beauty added:

“I’m very proud of my body and the way I look. I would be ungrateful to be saying, ‘Oh, I’m so mad because people just look at me and see my pretty face.’ I thank God for what he has given me and I take advantage of it.”

Photo By PR Photos

KHLOE KARDASHIAN and LAMAR ODOM celebrated their romantic three-year anniversary this week, celebrity news has learned.

Can you guess how?

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Khloe Kardashian and her husband Lamar Odom may have been having problems when it comes to getting pregnant and Lamar‘s increasingly busy career schedule, but they have a lot to be thankful for this week.

The reality TV couple celebrated their third anniversary this Thursday and to clue us in on what happened, Khloe tweeted a photo of champagne glasses and a reservation stand with Lamar‘s name on it.

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She also shared as a photo of their bed with red rose petals forming the number 3, which she captioned:

“Roses are red.”

A gorgeous bouquet of ed velvet roses also graced Khloe‘s Twitter page, and we’re guessing they came from Lamar.

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The basketball star’s loving wife wrote on her Celebuzz:

“Happy anniversary to my best friend, my partner in crime and the love of my life – my husband, Over the past three years, I have experienced happiness that I never dreamed possible. Thank you for making me feel like a princess every single day. I love you forever!”

Khloe‘s sister Kourtney also went on her own Celebuzz to greet the couple with a funny story about how they started out. She wrote:

“I am obsessed with Khloe of course and when Lamar came into her life and she told us they were getting married two weeks after knowing him and before I had ever met him, I was skeptical! But I absolutely love the way that Lamar loves Khloe every day and the woman that she has become.”

Kourtney added:

“Happy anniversary Khloe and my little Lam Lam. I love you both madly.”

Congratulations, Khloe and Lamar!

Photos By PR Photos / Khloe Kardashian‘s Twitter

LESLIE MANN looked fun and flirty in a Naeem Khan gown at the Emmys.

Check her out:

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Leslie made an effort to stand out-and she obviously succeeded-at Sunday’s Emmy Awards in a vibrant, summer chic look composed of a Naeem Khan gown with a nude, beaded top and a full, bright yellow skirt, and matching turquoise jewelry by Lorraine Schwartz.

A high bun and pale, understated makeup finished her look.

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What do you think of Leslie‘s Emmy outfit?

Photos By PR Photos

L.A. shower – almost 8 months – Courtesy Elisa Donovan

Please give a warm welcome to our newest celebrity blogger, Elisa Donovan!

Best known for her roles as Amber in Clueless and Morgan on Sabrina, the Teenage Witch, Donovan currently stars in the ABC Family franchise The Dog Who Saved Christmas. The latest installment, The Dog Who Saved the Holidays, will premiere this fall. Following that, she will costar in MoniKa, set for release in 2013.

Donovan, 41, is also a writer and yogi. A recovered anorexic, she assists in counseling and supporting young women struggling with eating disorders.

She lives in San Francisco with her fianc , Charlie Bigelow, and their 4-month-old daughter Scarlett Avery. The couple will wed on Oct. 13, 2012.

She can be found on Facebook, as well as Twitter @RedDonovan.

My fianc knew I was pregnant from reading a supermarket tabloid. Not because I had given the magazine an exclusive on my belly. And not because a stealth paparazzi stalked me outside of Whole Foods and snapped a pic of me in sweatpants and enormous sunglasses, stuffing an ice cream cone in my mouth while looking suspiciously pudgy but not quite fat.

No, he knew of my state by reading an article about Jennifer Aniston.

Let’s be clear on one thing right now: I am officially outing my fianc as a closet tabloid reader. Actually, “reader” doesn’t quite capture his relationship with these magazines. “Devout devourer” is more accurate. The fact that he is a 35-year-old man who works in finance should be noted. He is also an avid watcher of Keeping Up with the Kardashians. Go figure.

With this knowledge, it’s easy to see how apropos it is that Charlie should learn of his impending parenthood from his main source of breaking news. In this article, a reputable physician stated that clearly Jennifer Aniston was pregnant based on her symptoms, which consisted of “a bloated belly, sore breasts, exhaustion and general symptoms of PMS.”

Since I had begun each of the prior 10 days saying to Charlie, “OHMYGOD I’m so bloated! My boobs are killing me. I’m going to get my period any second…” and ended every day with, “SO weird I didn’t get it. I’m so getting it tomorrow!” Charlie used his powers of deduction and as I exited the lavatory of the airplane we were on stated, “You’re pregnant.”

(Note: As this occurred 12 months ago, unless Jennifer Aniston is having the longest pregnancy in recorded history, not to mention disguising it uncannily well, that doc might have been a little off in his prediction. Charlie however, turned out to be spot on.)

It’s not that my pregnancy was a complete surprise (we had decided about a month before not to start trying but, to stop not trying, it’s just that we didn’t think we’d be successful quite so quickly. (Charlie likes to take all of the credit for this. I had never thought about the immense pride a man feels in being so … manly. Surely my years of acupuncture, yoga, organic eating and herb-taking were merely coincidental. It’s all just because he’s such a stud!)

We were extremely grateful that we were so fortunate, though I’m not sure we were quite ready for the now very real, very imminent arrival of OUR KID.

After staring at the blue plus sign on the EPT test in our bathroom, I secretly had the shameful sensation of wanting just another month or so before becoming pregnant. Just a little extra corner of time in order to prepare, to get ready, to — I don’t know … drink wine more heavily? Go out salsa dancing til 2 a.m.? To squeeze the marrow out of my non-parent adulthood?

It was a familiar feeling, like that of wanting just one more day of vacation, or wanting to stay up just an hour later when I was 10. However, I was 40 years old. How much longer did I really think I needed?

Baby’s first party hat – six months pregnant on my birthday – Courtesy Elisa Donovan

The cruel irony of the first trimester of pregnancy is that you aren’t supposed to tell anyone that you’re pregnant, yet you feel more pregnant and bereft of sanity than at any other phase of the process. I felt like a Martian. A pudgy and bloated Martian, masquerading as a human; trying to act like non-pregnant people do, and walk like non-pregnant people do, and talk like non-pregnant people do.

Your body is suddenly no longer your own, and it feels like you’ve been invaded by foreign bodies … which in essence, I suppose you have. Your body is going through such a massive change unlike any other, a change that is so new and so intense, it feels like you must be able to see it on the outside.

Everywhere I went I assumed everyone could tell, like I instantly had the belly of an eight months pregnant woman, or like it was tattooed on my forehead. In restaurants, waiters would ask, “What can I get you?” and I would respond, “I know! I’m SOO pregnant! I’ll have a club soda!”

One day in yoga when I was about five weeks pregnant, a young guy recognized me and asked me if I was me. (This is always a somewhat surreal experience when someone asks, “Are you Elisa Donovan?” to begin with. Almost as surreal as when I’m asked, “Has anyone ever told you that you look like Elisa Donovan?” My response to this inquiry is generally, “Surprisingly often, yes.”)

So this guy asks me if I’m me, and I say, “Yes, and I’m pregnant!! I mean, I’m not supposed to tell anyone, so you know, don’t say anything, but it’s so obvious, right! I don’t know how I’m supposed to keep it to myself!! I might hurl any second!” I’m sure he thought I was a complete loon, but at least I left him with a good story — “Yeah, that redhead from Clueless is a total wacko.”

Then there’s the slow and steady loss of your mind. I had the sense that my body was constantly working on something other than what I was physically doing at any given moment (which is most definitely true), and so I felt this constant distractedness. I’d be having a conversation with someone and then realize I had only heard snippets of what was said, usually leaving out the pertinent information. (“I’ll pick you up at ___. Be ready. And don’t forget to bring your ____.”)

My memory completely left me for the simplest and most familiar of things. One day I was ordering a burrito to-go in a taco joint (anyone who knows me would agree, the fact that I was in a taco joint at all, let alone ordering a burrito, is proof positive something was askew).

“I’ll have the Baja burrito with –” and suddenly I drew a blank. I stood there staring and smiling at the guy behind the counter, hoping he could read my mind. “With…?” he asked. “Yeah … Ahh — it’s green … it’s, it’s, it’s — sort of thick, kind of like a sauce…? Not a sauce, but a –” I started to gesticulate wildly, “…a sauce?”

Pause.

“…Guacamole,” he said, deadpan. “You want guacamole on it?” “YES! That’s it!! Guacamole!!” I laughed at our shared joke assuming he was totally on board. “Ha! I’m telling you, sometimes it’s tough!” “…Right,” he said, looking at me like I was high and from Mars.

Then there’s the morning sickness. I had the misconception that “morning sickness” happened in the morning (call me crazy), and that you just threw up once or twice and then went about your day. For me it felt like the worst hangover imaginable coupled with jet lag, and it lasted for three to four months straight.

Charlie would leave for work in the morning, and I would be in bed in sweatpants. He would come home from work in the afternoon, and I would be on the couch in sweatpants. I was horizontal virtually all day and night, sitting up from time to time to eat some Saltines or take a sip of ginger ale. It was the worst.

One day Charlie came home and sat next to me on the couch. He stroked my head, an oily, matted-down mess of hair, and gently whispered: “Listen E … you have to take a shower. At some point, you really need to take a shower.”

I thought my reply was not only logical but exemplified economy of time and energy: “But I’m just going to be back on the couch again tomorrow, so…?” “You’re smelly,” he said, kindly. “You really are.”

One would think this would have catapulted me into action. Not so much. Though I did promise to consider it for tomorrow’s task.

Self portrait in the mirror, due in 1 week! – Courtesy Elisa Donovan

Then there are the hormones. The hormones that rage through your system like fiends. Be afraid, be very afraid. And they switch without warning. One day Charlie and I were packing to go away to a friend’s wedding in Santa Barbara. I went down to the car to hang up my garment bag with my dress in it.

I opened the back door to find that he had put the seat down to accommodate his surfboard, so when I tried to hang the bag in the door it brushed against the edge of his dirty board. (Yes, the bag brushed against the board. Not even the dress, but the bag it was ensconced in.)

I went bananas. Fuming, I bolted back upstairs and really let him have it — “THERE IS NO SPACE TO HANG MY DRESS IN THE CAR!!! WHY DO I HAVE NICE THINGS IF THEY’RE GOING TO GET THROWN AROUND LIKE GARBAGE??”

Pause.

I know. Charlie’s response was not unlike what I imagine yours might be as you’re reading this. You’re a batsh*# crazy lady. WTF does not even begin to describe it. Yes, I took it to the level of asking, “Why do I even have nice things???” But in the moment I was totally incapable of stopping the words from leaving my lips.

Conversely, another day we were walking along the marina in our neighborhood in San Francisco. Just taking a little stroll together, holding hands. Charlie looked over at me to see tears streaming down my face.

“Ohmygod what’s wrong?! Are you okay?” he asked, very concerned. “It’s just … we’re on a nice walk, Charlie,” I said, weeping. “It’s just such a nice walk…” The poor guy really didn’t know who he was going to meet each day he woke up.

Then there were the moments when I would be so overcome with joy that I’d be laughing just walking down the street. By myself. So the few times that I didn’t feel crazy, I just looked crazy to everyone else.

Have I scared you away from getting pregnant yet? Don’t worry, it all gets better. The second trimester is awesome … or at least you won’t feel so utterly wretched every waking moment, so comparatively I guess it is pretty rad.

When I was about 11 weeks pregnant, I asked my mom how and why anyone would ever choose to do this twice. Who in their right mind would ever say, “Yes, sign me up for this trip AGAIN!” I couldn’t fathom it from my perch on the couch, my greasy head leaving a dirty indentation on the cushions.

My mom’s response was simple and immediate: “Because you forget. You forget all the bad stuff. Because the result is so amazing, you just forget.” And as I sit here typing this with my baby girl lying next to me, kicking my thigh with her little tiny leggies and drooling all over her bunny rabbit t-shirt I must say — it really wasn’t that bad.

– Elisa Donovan

LADY GAGA stripped down to her underwear in a photo she recently shared to star news to talk about bulimia and anorexia.

Check her out:

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We’ve previously seen Lady Gaga show off a lot of skin in the disturbing promotional photo and equally haunting video teasers for her latest fragrance, “Fame,” and just recently, her nude photo shoot with Terry Richardson.

Now the pop star stripped down again… but this time, it was for herself and her fans.

Mother Monster, who recently gained 25 pounds and has always openly talked about the importance of being comfortable in your own natural skin, shared a photo of herself standing up with her eyes closed and wearing just her yellow underwear with blue ribbons.

In the caption, she wrote:

“[I’ve battled] bulimia and anorexia since I was 15.”

Pretty heavy, huh?

Nonetheless, the photo just goes to show that even pop stars who have been under unimaginable pressure throughout their lengthy careers can get through serious eating disorders.

What can you say about Gaga‘s weirdly inspirational photo and caption?

Photo Via Little Monsters

CANDICE ACCOLA wore a colorful printed dress to the iHeartRadio Music Festival on Saturday.

Hot or not?

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We think the answer is painfully obvious.

Candice is a very pretty girl, but even her looks couldn’t save her from this fashion disaster.

The Vampire Diaries” star attended the event in a black, sleeveless printed dress with an open back, a pair of black peep-toe booties, and a gold cuff.

Rounding off the sadly horrid red carpet look was a high bouffant updo.

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This girl needs to fire her stylist.

What can you say about Candice‘s look?

Photos By PR Photos

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We don’t care what Isaac Mizrahi says, Jessica Par can wear this cold shoulder dress anytime!

The Mad Men actress wore this gorgeous Jason Wu gown at the Emmys in El Lay on Sunday.

Christian Louboutin clutch and Bulgari jewelry completed this flawless red carpet look.

We’re sure you’re loving this old Hollywood look as much as we are, so ch-ch-check out some more pics (below)!

Hello gorgeous!

[Image via FayesVision/WENN.]

TAYLOR LAUTNER recently admitted to celebrity news that he would consider dating a fan.

Hear that, ladies?

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Taylor Lautner may be one of the hottest, most sought after young Hollywood hunks after showcasing himself (and his drool-worthy bod) as the usually shirtless Jacob Black in the “Twilight” movie saga, but he’s definitely not picky when it comes to choosing a girlfriend.

That’s right… Although he’s admitted that he has the hots for Jessica Alba, he’s not limiting himself to the wide selection of stunningly gorgeous celebrities.

During an interview with author, Talia Soghomonian, the single actor talked about dating again, adding:

“I don’t exclude [fans].”

Would you be lining up for a chance to date Taylor Lautner?

Photo By PR Photos

According to star news, CHRIS BROWN and KARRUECHE TRAN are still going strong amid rumors of a RIHANNA reconciliation in the past weeks.

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In spite of so-called news that Karrueche Tran has dumped Chris Brown because of his constant (and widely-publicized) interactions with his ex girlfriend, Rihanna, the half-Vietnamese model is still Breezy‘s number one girl.

But then again, who would blame anyone if they thought Karrueche got pissed off and decided she wanted out after seeing Rihanna kiss and hug Chris Brown in front of everyone during the recent MTV Video Music Awards and her controversial no holds barred interview with Oprah Winfrey where she admitted that she was still in love with Chris?

A source close to Chris insisted to Hollywood Life:

“Don’t believe everything you hear. [They’re] cool and she didn’t dump nobody. She couldn’t if she tried, but they cool.”

Sorry Rihanna, it looks like you’re still not the only girl in the world Chris‘ life.

Photos By PR Photos / Karrueche Tran‘s Twitter

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