i-D Hearts Mariah

OK, We’re just jealous because we don’t get flown around the world to write fawning celebrity profile pieces but surely i-D’s interview with Mariah Carey was a little bit on the sucky-up side by anyone’s measure?

It’s easy done. We’ve met Mariah. The boobs! The charisma! But surely a magazine like i-D should know better than to go and apologise on Mariah’s behalf for her diva strops? As we all know she recently hung up on dimwit Radio 1 presenter Reggie Yates for getting her album sales figures wrong. Anyone else would have just corrected him. Here’s i-D’s take:

“The fact of the matter remains that the interviewer had been wrongly briefed, to the tune of 80 million sales. Mariah is the singer and mostly the author of 160 million records the world over, making her the most successful female artist of al time. She is allowed and should be encouraged to be proud of that fact and not to accidentally have it halved for public consumption.”

Looks like a free “splash of champagne” goes a long way!

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But Is It Art?

Ever fancied watching a gay porn start look moody while he watches Jerry Springer? Now’s your chance!

We’ve been following www.erikrhodes.blogspot.com ever since it was first featured on Gawker. Erik Rhodes had been having it away with designer Marc Jacobs and his boyfriend – together! – y’see. Yowzers! It’s all probably viral marketing for his upcoming magnum opus Basic Plumbing IV but it’s surprisingly readable. All ground is covered! The etiquette of how much to charge a man for pooping in his mouth, making small talk with Victoria Beckham and rap reviews! Really, there’s something for everyone.

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I Don't Need To See That!

Have a biscuit if you recognise that Valerie Cherish quote. Anyway. Cast your eyes leftwards. That is what “celebrity” has come to in the 21^st Century. Yes! A balding gay Welshman (Aled Jones - yes really!), whose career is being Chris Moyles’s stooge, coyly concealing his wares from Cosmopolitan readers. Quite right too! If I was a Cosmopolitan subscriber I’d be asking for compensation. They’re sophisticated ladies! They want Clive Owen hiding it with a cactus! Not some bald gay halfwit with Radio 1 microphone!

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