Saturday 18 August 2007

Lauren Conrad: 'She's An Alley Girl'

[LA Times] - ONE hundred George Washingtons hardly go far these days. It doesn't take an accountant to tell you what any clotheshorse worth her shoe collection already knows too well, especially once the shoes, as well as the jewelry and any other touches, are factored in.

But when the challenge to assemble a great outfit, head to toe and not for a penny more than $100, went out to Lauren Conrad -- the ambitious blond of "The Hills," which kicked off its third season last week, not coincidently as her new campaign for Avon appears in magazines and a signature fashion line launches on her e-commerce site -- the pop culture phenom accepted.
Not that it would be a snap. Conrad might be the architect of her own made-for-MTV life on the reality-drama series, as well as its predecessor, the still heavily rotated "Laguna Beach: The Real Orange County," which premiered a lifetime ago in 2004. But this challenge would force the 21-year-old away, far away, from the air-conditioned sanctuaries with valet parking she frequents.
"I shop just about every other day," Conrad admits, citing Bleu on La Brea Boulevard and Madison on Melrose Avenue among her haunts. "We do so much shooting, and I never know what scenes are going to make the cut. So if you're in the same outfit twice and it ends up in the same episode, it looks like you're wearing the same outfit all the time." It's the job, in other words, not a compulsion. She swears.
Nor would this challenge be as easy as dropping into the Beverly Center's Forever 21 or Steve Madden flagships, where Conrad scores her cheap-chic fixes before a night out at Hollywood celeb spots Les Deux or Winston's. "I hate ruining a pair of $500 heels when I go out dancing. It's so dark and crowded, no one even knows what you have on from the waist down."
It's obvious, in fact, that even for this clever mall babe, the challenge wouldn't so much be the budget as the destination: Santee Alley.
To the initiated, the four blocks known as "the Alley," starting at Olympic Boulevard and ending at New Alley, are the pulsating heart of downtown L.A.'s fashion district (albeit a heart with arteries clogged by the bacon-wrapped hot dogs, topped with jalapeños, served from carts parked everywhere).

It's all here: off-season costume jewelry, off-the-truck fast fashion from local factories, fake designer goods. It's a mad cacophony of fast-talking foreign speak, sticky smells, deafening music, rude shopkeepers, pushy hordes of customers and questionable, cheap products and even cheaper prices.

It's nirvana for wardrobe supervisors in film and theater, for fashion addicts and bargain hunters. But for others, Santee Alley might as well be the swampy fifth rung of Dante's hell.
"It's not where I'd normally come to shop," Conrad demurs, clutching a tall Red Bull in her right hand, a roll of greenbacks in her left (it's pretty much cash-only in the Alley), as we march beyond the entrance at Pico Boulevard and Maple Avenue. "I like finding bargains. But I usually like going to thrift stores like Out of the Closet, which I'm obsessed with, for party dresses from the 1950s. I'm not used to this, not this. It's a lot of counterfeits. It's a lot of cheaply made things."
But Conrad is game. If there's one reality she immediately accepted when MTV viewers and US Weekly readers embraced her as L.C., it's that some days wouldn't be a walk in the park.
Or a walk on Rodeo, either, as one stranger, a twentysomething Latino, points out in whispers, "Hey, isn't that the chica from Laguna Beach? Shouldn't she be on Rodeo?" he asks, pronouncing the storied Beverly Hills thoroughfare with the long vowels associated with cowboys.
"It's OK if she wants to shop here, no?" snaps a middle-aged mother, now standing next to him. "My daughter loves her."
Celebrity doesn't fly with the shopkeeper at a stand crammed with rows of oversized Coach bags in every pattern imaginable. The woman physically pushes us out. Yes, she watches the show. But these are fake bags. No photographs.
As we forge ahead, there is no shortage of photo-ops. Despite Conrad's comment earlier that she's rarely called out in L.A. -- "I mean, half the population here's been in their own reality show," she quips -- it appears the other half is here, thrilled to pose with her as their wives or girlfriends or moms steady their camera-phones for the scrapbook.
Inside a shop called Remember, Conrad slings a white cotton sundress over her head, the hanger resting on the nape of her neck, while she stands in front of a mirror. Around us, dozens of separates dangle off the walls up to the ceiling. A sparkly brown jacket with large, covered buttons recalls a Marni original, but is tagged $32. On a rack is a colorful sweater with a deep neckline that suggests Missoni. It's $10."
Oh, my God, this is just like something I got at Traffic," Conrad marvels, pulling at the bottom of a shift cut from mauve and lavender striped cotton.
The shop girl dashes to find a suitable tube top to wear under the dress when Conrad deems that the lavender crochet band at the bust reveals too much. The girl returns with one in bright white and another in an even brighter grape, each $5.
Conrad graciously takes the white tube and disappears into the dressing room. Despite the terrific $20 price tag, the white dress doesn't fit well across the chest. The lavender is a possibility.

As we rush by one of the many stands crammed with knock-off designer sunglasses, she grouses: "I wish they'd make the sunglasses without the labels. I don't care what brands they are, but I don't want to wear them as fakes, counterfeits. No label is the best label."

We stop at a mannequin wearing a sage satin dress, pleated from neckline to hemline and cinched at the waist with a black ribbon. Lanvin, we agree. It's $34.99.

Despite the reference and price, Conrad passes. "Up close," she says, "the fabric looks cheap, the hem looks cheap. You can get away with cheap with more casual clothes, but it gets tougher when it's dressier fabrics."

We race by stalls with a gonzo array of stuff. There are lotions promising to erase cellulite next to color photographs of baggy bellies; there are fabulously gaudy studded-leather belts draped over guardrails; tables piled high with banded gym socks or bagged rhinestone jewelry; tulle polka-dotted party dresses squished in between more knock-off designer totes and metallic Mexican wrestling masks. And all of it priced to go for a fistful of dollars.
Despite the wild success of "The Hills" and "Laguna Beach," there is no wardrobe budget to speak of. Conrad pays out of her own pocket for everything. "It is a reality show," she points out.
She still does her own hair and makeup, and she doesn't employ a stylist, because, well, "Why would I pay for something I love doing myself?"
Her real life is played out week after week in tabloids and in the blogosphere by her frienemies and detractors. It recently got so bad that the cable network put the kibosh on the entire cast airing any more dirty laundry in the press. In a slick shop called SoCal, the attractive owner points to a tabloid on the counter. Conrad is on the cover.
"Yes, it's her," I nod as she busies herself in the dressing room with a $25 teal jersey bubble dress.
'Just get over it'

Later, when asked how she keeps sane against the tirade of unflattering shock talk lobbed recently by two cast members, Conrad takes the high road: "My mom reminds me to just get over it. I'm really lucky to have these opportunities, and I'm just grateful and try to keep focused on the positive. It wouldn't matter if I were on TV or not. There's always people who try to bring you down no matter who you are."
Indeed, despite the sweaty heat and dizzying sounds coming out of every stall here, Conrad sweetly accepts every request to be photographed or sign an autograph. That kind of real-world accessibility, down to her girl-next-door looks, is invariably why Avon signed her as its first spokesperson of the youth-oriented Mark brand. (Earlier this month, Avon signed Conrad's hero, Reese Witherspoon, as its global ambassador. "I was sooo excited," she gushes.)
It's not that Conrad is going to shift the perspective on a silhouette or set any trends. A fashion icon in the making she's not. But what she is, possibly, is an entrepreneur-in-training, a reality star who's parlaying her 15 minutes into a valid career and lucrative brand that she hopes will outlast her youth.
Conrad stars in the Mark magalog, a promotional magazine that boasts some 6 million recipients monthly. But the real payoff will come in the Conrad-Mark co-branded products that are part of the deal.
Among her idols are Diane von Furstenberg and Cynthia Vincent, women who helm their own successful fashion businesses, built on contemporary clothes real women can wear and afford. She'll launch sales of her collection on her website, laurenconrad.com, on Sept. 15; an expanded collection will hit stores in the spring.
"I didn't go into this because I wanted to act," says Conrad, a Newport Beach native, despite the cameo -- as herself -- in the spoof "Epic Movie" earlier this year. "I've always known I wanted to design my own line, that I wanted to go into fashion. I saw 'Laguna Beach' as an opportunity toward that. And I did 'The Hills' as another step closer to reaching that goal."
So, too, was the internship at Teen Vogue, which sealed the spinoff, and has also been as good for the publication's exposure and subsequent sales at newsstands.
Conrad's only other visit to Santee Alley came as part of a class field trip to speed-sketch passersby -- she studies product development at the nearby downtown campus of the Fashion Institute of Design & Merchandising (which also appears on the show).
Readying to hand over $18 for a white fedora, Conrad admits it never even occurred to her to return to the Alley. She freezes as someone with her yells out: "How about $15?"
Without a quibble, the vendor, a tall man with graying wiry hair poking out from his rounded cap and draped in a colorful batik-printed floor-length robe, agrees. "My dad loves to barter, especially when we're in Cabo," Conrad says. Her father, Jim, is an architect; her mom, Katherine, helps run the business; and Breanna, 18, and Brandon, 15, round out the telegenic clan.
Just as unprompted, she offers the flip side. "My mom's the opposite. She'll just pay and get it over with. For me, it really depends. . . "
Her words drift off as she spots the perfect walking shorts, cut from a cotton weave resembling linen, to pair with her new hat. She trades the small size up for mediums, the white pair for black. "We should go masculine and slouchy. How about a men's T-shirt?"
At another stall, she locates a pack of three for $6. Bamboo bangles? Two for $2. Now she's on fire. With $31 still to burn, she already has two looks coming together in the black plastic bags looped around her wrists.
We charge through shoe store after shoe stall. A pair of very high wooden heels with faux python straps that crisscross on top of the foot are nixed. "They don't lengthen the leg," she proclaims like some pro stylist. Holding up a pale gold pump, with an open toe, a silver chain detail and a mirrored heel, she calls out to the saleswoman, "Seven and a half?"
The woman tells her they're $28. Maybe it's the breakneck scores in the last 30 minutes, but Conrad doesn't skip a beat when she responds: "$25." Sold.
With the few bucks left, Conrad makes a last stop at the 99 Cent Fashion Jewelry Store, a must-stop among Alley insiders, and Conrad immediately realizes why. She drops her last $6 on a pair of gold knot clip-ons and a gold tassel necklace.
"I should've gotten one of those gnarly fake Rolexes," she mutters as we pass a display on the way out of the district. "Talk about costume jewelry. I don't even care if it works or if it's real. It would be totally fun."
HOW SHE SPENT IT:
Lauren Conrad got two looks for her hundred bucks on Santee Alley:
Fedora… $15
T-shirt… $6 for three
Shorts… $20
Shoes …$25
Teal dress …$25
Bamboo bangles… $2 for two
Gold knot earrings… 99 cents
Gold tassel necklace… $5

Heidi and Spencer Release "Body Language"

Oh. God.
Folllowing the 'accidental' debut of Heidi feat. Spencer Pratt with the track 'Body Language' which was leaked around the web yesterday, Spencer has informed MTV (who thus informed me) that, although the single wasn't due to be the first released from Heidi's upcoming album, the couple have decided to go ahead and release it due to 'positive response'.

You can hear the official full length mastered track right now at mtv.ca/heidi.

Spencer Calls Heidi's Song a "Joke"

[The Hollywood Gossip] - Funny, we would say the same thing! Only he means it in a different way.

Heidi Montag talks about her “music” almost as much as she talks about her feud with Lauren Conrad. But unlike her very public cat fights, Montag and Pratt say they did not want a song she recently recorded to be played on the air.
Touting the “world premiere” of Montag’s single, metrosexual host Ryan Seacrest played a song called “Body Language” on his KISS-FM radio show Thursday.

But the track, which sampes a beat from Yaz’s “Situation” and features Spencer Pratt - Montag’s fiancé / manager - rapping, wasn’t supposed to be released, he claims.
“We did it as a joke,” Pratt said. “That’s not her single at all. It was never meant to be heard by anyone but us. Over my dead body would I rap on Heidi’s first single. Heidi is really upset because this was not the first sound she wanted people to hear from her.”

Riiiiiight. We’re sure the release of the track (just like alllll those bikini photos) was accidental, and that Heidi’s really a potential Grammy winner.
Montag’s “sound,” The Hills star says, is “dance, urban, rhythmical … I love a lot of rap and urban music at the same time, so I’m bringing a little of those elements in.”
When it comes to the couple’s nauseatingly fake engagement, well, Heidi Montag’s music career obviously takes precedence.
“I’m shopping [for a dress],” she said recently. “But we haven’t done anything else, we’re so busy in the studio, and with my music, we don’t have time to plan a wedding.”

Thursday 16 August 2007

Lauren: "I Don't Know Heidi Anymore"


[People] - Lauren Conrad's well-documented feud with fellow Hills star and former-BFF, Heidi Montag, is still going strong, but Conrad says she misses some things about her old pal. "I miss her personality – because she is not the same person anymore," Conrad said Wednesday on Ryan Seacrest's KIIS-FM radio show. "I was best friends with her for two years and now I feel like I don't even know the same person anymore." The fight originated after rumors spread that Conrad had made a sex tape with her ex-boyfriend, Jason Wahler – rumors which she believes Montag, 20, and her fiancé Spencer Pratt started. Conrad, 21, denies she ever made such a tape. And their famous fights on TV are real, she says. "I wouldn't fight for the camera," she said. "If anything I would try not to." Asked if she thinks the duo will pull a Paris and Nicole and eventually make up, Conrad answered: "I mean I don't think so, you never know though. Probably not. I can see us getting to not hating each other but I don't think we would ever go back to being best friends." In addition to starring on The Hills on MTV, Conrad is producing her own clothing line. As for if she will pursue acting, she says it's a no go. "I'm not really good at it."

Reality TV's Worst Villains: Kristin Cavallari

[latimes.com] Kristin Cavallari (Laguna Beach: Season 1 and 2): “Blender” once asked Kristin Cavallari if she is as mean and nasty as she appears on “Laguna.” Her answer: “OK, here’s the thing. People think I’m a [bad person] because I’m very honest, brutally honest. I’ll tell you what’s on my mind. But no, I think I’m a very nice person. Unless you do something to me.” Hmm…still sounds kind of [bad person-y] to us.
(MTV)

Jason: A Reformed Bad Boy?

Who would have thought - after a bitter break-up and months of not speaking, Lauren Conrad has called ex-boyfriend Jason Wahler "a good listener" and one of her "best friends". A fellow Laguna Beach star and boyfriend from The Hills' first season, J-Wahl is looking to clean up after four arrests in as many states in just one year.

Speaking at The Hills premiére party, Jason told reporters how he regrets his past behaviour and is proud of how his lifestyle has changed, for the better, recently. He also confirmed he is dating USC student Katja Decker-Sadowski, which we revealed earlier in the year. Whilst he didn't mention her name when asked, he did say it has "been in magazines". To close the interview, the reformed bad boy admitted he never really cared for Lauren's estranged once-BFF Heidi Montag, calling her "shady".

Here is the interview with Jason:

Tuesday 14 August 2007

'The Hills' Cast Banned From Talking About Each Other

[pureheaven] - The off-camera drama continues to rival the on-camera hijinks of MTV's The Hills. According to US Weekly, although media whores Heidi Montag and Spencer Pratt were allowed on the red carpet, they were banned from the 3rd season premiere post party while Lauren was in da house! They're also apparently on a "media blackout" due to some major dissin' the duo is doing of The Hills star (and former Heidi BFF) Lauren Conrad, and the rest of the cast has been "forbidden" to comment on their co-stars to the media. This ongoing feud is either the most brilliant marketing campaign for a show that ever was, or these twits have waaay too much time on their hands.Wonder if next year, before the season 4 premiere, LC will get pregnant with Joel Madden's baby and Heidi and Spencer will adopt an Ethiopian baby!

Heidi and Spencer Show the World their Ball Skills

Last weekend America's least-favourite couple took some 'vacation' time and hung out, very together, and very publicly, in Mexico. Whilst playing tennis they spotted yet another photo opportunity and so now we are forced to look, once again, at some really quite stomach-churning images. Hey thanks, guys.

With Season 3's premiere this past Monday, Spencer and his fiancée have made sure their 'romantic' antics have stayed firmly in the public eye, simultaneously bashing ex-BFF Lauren Conrad whenever possible.