|
THERE is nothing like good ol' schadenfreude to keep us going. The wheels have surely come off the Lindsay Lohan star vehicle after the 20-year-old smashed her 2005 Mercedes SL-65 on Los Angeles' Sunset Boulevard on Sunday morning.
The actress was arrested on suspicion of drink-driving after her third accident in two years. What compounds the PR catastrophe for the freckled New Yorker is the "usable amount" of an illegal substance found in the car.
We're not prudes, we just find it alarming that these sexy young things have crashed and burned so spectacularly in recent months. First Invite Only favorite Britney, then good-for-nothing Paris and her jail term (and face it, we're sure she's hardly leading "The Simple Life" whilst behind bars) and now Lindsay. The former at least had some smash hits and a successful childhood career; what on earth have the latter two achieved to demand so much attention? Is it no surprise that the Hilton hotels heiress is best remembered for her "One Night in Paris" video?
We enjoy our nightlife too, and while we may not be in the same league, we sure as heck don't carry the same sort of baggage. Are we vicariously idolizing the likes of these bimbos or nutters like train-wreck Pete Doherty (we do like his tunes) because we secretly want to lead the lives that they do? Do we want to push the limits, to bend the law and break all conventions but lack the testicular fortitude to put the pedal to the metal?
Maybe that's why we enjoy reading about celebrity mishaps, so we can wag our fingers saying "I told you so" whilst breathing a sigh of relief in our hearts thinking "good job it wasn't me."
That's why we always advocate keeping it real, especially in Shanghai. All these events, galas and openings can go to the head as quick as the champagne does. While being part of the press pack makes this a terrific job, there are some among us who take things way too seriously.
All things considered, those screaming fans outside the Samsung fashion show last Thursday were intense, even though some were definitely pleasing on the eye. Some had even managed to make their way into the remote Zhabei warehouse to catch a glimpse of their idols Kim Hee-seon and An Qi-xuan. The Koreans were in town for the FUBU and Rapido fashion shows sponsored by the industrial giant, and we doubt they liked the secluded location any more than we did.
Calvin Klein threw a bash there last year; we didn't like it then and it wasn't any easier getting back to civilization this time around.
The long trek made the Moganshan artists hub seem comparatively convenient when we popped by the next day for the IFA graduation fashion show.
Students from the French fashion school put on a 30-minute pageant to showcase their bold, exciting design skills and their flair for marketing too.
We heard rumors that "Basic Instinct" seductress Sharon Stone would be coming sometime this year for a Dior do. However, we also heard reports there was Mumm floating about, but none passed our lips we assure you.
We were thankfully able to satisfy our craving for bubbly at the Moet and Chandon rose do at Attica later that night. Rose is woefully underrated (blame the Americans for that) but the pinot noir-dominated blend we enjoyed should convert any doubters in the crowd. And it's pink. Who doesn't like pink?
Saturday proved an evening of Latin beats. After a Xinjiang feast with our Silport golf pals Michael, Sean and Cyrus, we headed over to Trader Vic's to enjoy a mai tai or three at the latest Matt and Flo soiree.
The party pair rarely disappoint as a packed house shimmied and shaked at close quarters to the oh-so-sultry all-female band that entertains nightly at the famed Polynesian-themed restaurant.
It is too bad we didn't pop in for a nightcap on Nanchang Road afterwards as "Star Wars" vixen Natalie Portman was spotted enjoying the ambience at Yin Yang.
To use newscaster Barbra Wah Wah's old catch phrase, "We're in touch, so you be in touch," contact us at invite@shanghaidaily.com.
|
Newspaper Edition
