Every so often our browser mysteriously drifts over to a site called The Boy (terra.com.br/theboy). It’s a launch pad for various South American models, men who have gone on to wear brands like Aussie Bum and 2xist – and get a rise out of many a gay fan.
The Boy is also the site where the world first met Rafael Verga, who spent a good year on our top ten list. And now, the site brings us an equally hot hunk of meat: Vinicius Naval.
Even that name is hot.
Unlike so many men who make it in modeling, this one’s framed by a tuft of fur — a nice change of pace, I do say. Whether he’s stripping off his pants for a brief boudoir shot or standing in a doorway clad only in denim for that cowboy look, we’ll gladly sign on.
We wish we could sit here and talk about the many perfect features of Vinicius all day. But sadly we’ve got to move on to the real reason you’re here – gossip!
Madge has made no secret that little Lourdes, Rocco and now David aren’t allowed to watch television. Because with basic cable being what it is today, just imagine the crap Madonna’s filmed over the years that they might stumble upon.
So I’m sure you can only imagine how the high priestess of pop responded when word hit The Sun that the producers of Harry Potter wanted Lourdes for the next flick.
Now remember, this is The Sun we’re talking about; they’re less reputable than U.S. Weekly. But word on the street says Lourdes is keen to follow in mama’s footsteps – though I think a sex book is still probably a few years off.
The article reads: “Lola has definitely inherited her mother’s hunger for fame. After all her recent public appearances, looking more like a sophisticated teen than a child, the attention on her is really growing. Offers have poured in — film offers, sponsorship.”
If Lourdes does go down that road, let’s just hope her Madgesty keeps a watchful eye on her. The last thing we need is Lourdes treading the path of Lohan.
On the subject of singers, Mariah Carey has been gallivanting across the globe to promote her fragrance. And if you know Mariah, you know that just when you expect her to turn left, she veers right.
This time, she veered into Glendale.
You would think a woman who practically soaks in thousand dollar champagne would use a fragrance tour as a prime opportunity to hit up all of L.A.’s luxurious boutiques like Robertson and Rodeo Drive. But Mimi knows a thing or two about her target demo and, like Celine and Britney before her, I’m sure she’s aware Rite-Aid is not too far down the road for this signature scent. So Mariah slipped on her sky high stilettos and headed for a middle class suburb — The Glendale Galleria, no less, where she posed for photos, signed autographs and spritzed herself in her spray.
Kudos to Mimi for not being too high class to kick it with the people.
Leno may have brought donuts — followed quickly by Eva Longoria’s pizza pie peace offering — but Alicia Keys brought perhaps the greatest gift yet (her pipes) to the Writers Guild of America strike. Conveniently timed to coincide with the first week release of her new album, Keys serenaded eager strikers and promised to march with them.
Only she didn’t.
Instead she marched straight to her car and high-tailed it out of that joint. Oh well. She’s not really a member of the television and film community, though she did make this summer’s The Nanny Diaries almost passable.
I guess we can forgive her that one.
Her album, by the way, sold more than 700,000 copies in its first week, the biggest sales for a female artist in two years. How many of those sales were strike related, I’m not sure.
Apparently, pregnancy agrees with Nicole Richie. Not only is she off drugs, but she seems to be so bored she actually took time away from mommy-to-be training to promote some invention that protects lamp posts from dog piss.
Yeah, I actually just wrote that.
According to DListed.com, Nicole said: "This invention is just so clever. It's a cute rubber cup attached to the post and a hose that pipes urine into the gutter."
The inventor had this to add: “The average lamppost has a lifespan of 30 years but my invention could add a further 15 years.”
I believe the phrase, ‘Don’t quit your day job’, applies here. Then again, the fact that her day job consists of getting paid cash to promote crap A-list celebrities turn down probably is the problem.
At least she finally looks healthy, right?
And to follow up with last week's blurb about Days of Our Lives actor Marcus Patrick … check out the photos PerezHilton.com (perezhilton.com/?p=9218) dug up of another barely clothed gig Marcus pursued in his past — that of go-go dancer at gay West Hollywood hot spot Mickey’s. The bar burned down earlier this year, and I certainly think Marcus set off the smoke detectors on this particular night.
That’s all we got, folks. Join us next time and remember: Take time to stop and smell the gossip.