Blue Ivy brings her bush out to play in NYC… Blue Ivy Seen Out In NYC With Her Nanny Just days after the Carters were seen on the scene bottle poppin’ the night away to celebrate the 10-year anniversary of Jay-Z’s 40/40 club in NYC, their little poker-faced baby baller Blue Ivy was spotted out about in the Big Apple. A fan first snapped this camera-phone pic (above) of Blue and Bey strollin’ the NYC streets with Julius close by and then the paps caught the pint-sized preciousness later on in the city with her Nanny. What happened to the bow from the first pic? Blue Ivy’s face in this pic is priceless. We think she and Halle’s daughter Nahla might be tied for the best celebrity seed paparazzi mean-mug , even though Blue’s not looking quite as irritated as she was the last time the cameras caught her slippin. Peep a few more close up shots of Blue out and about with her nanny on the flip… Continue reading →
Paris , this is creepy. Paris Jackson Says Nanny Was In Michael Jackson’s Bed Michael is a better man than us. We would have cussed that beyotch out and kick her azz to the curb. That’s a fatal attraction and ninjas are outchea everyday getting sliced up by beyotches because they are obsessed. According to TMZ Paris Jackson told a creepy story about one of her former nannies and Michael Jackson ending up in bed together … and she said it under oath during a deposition taken for the wrongful death suit against AEG. Video of Paris’ deposition was played in court Tuesday … and the highlight was her description of Michael’s relationship with ex-nanny Grace Rwaramba. In the depo … Paris explained to attorneys for AEG that Michael warned his children about Grace, telling them … “She was sneaky. She wasn’t an honest person, and she lied a lot.” Paris said she didn’t know specifically what she lied about — but then seemed to suddenly remember one freaky detail about Grace sneaking into Michael’s bed while they were staying in hotels. Paris starts out saying … “This is gonna freak you out.” She’s right. You gotta hear it, and really interesting to hear it in Paris’ words. View video here We have to G check Michael on this. If the beyotch was on that fatal attraction ish, he should have fired her. Phuck if she has five baby daddies and no child support and needs lights, clearly she was coo coo for coco puffs. Continue reading →
We thought Usher was supposed to be such a model father! Via TMZ reports : Usher has secretly been stiffing the nanny … financially … this according to a new lawsuit obtained by TMZ. Cecilia Duncan is suing the singer, claiming Usher hired her as a part-time nanny back in December 2010 and she worked her ass off caring for his two sons (aged 4 and 5) often exceeding 40 hours per week. According to the lawsuit, Cecilia felt like she was being overworked without being paid overtime … and expressed her concerns to Usher in 2011 that she was being shafted. Cecilia says Usher ignored her complaints for more than a year … and finally fired her a$$ last September without paying her overtime money. She’s now suing for wrongful termination, failure to pay wages, and more — demanding unspecified damages. Sources close to the lawsuit tell us she wants in the six-figure range. A source connected with Usher tells TMZ … this is a frivolous lawsuit and all the allegations made by the former nanny are completely false. Should be interesting to see how this plays out in Tameka Raymond’s custody appeal — considering this nanny was part of the “village” helping to raise the former couple’s sons — yet was let go almost right after the ruling. Ush, too bad you can’t just chop down all the help like ya did with the other nanny. Sometimes you gotta just pay yo bills! Continue reading →
My name is Dara and on the 18th of February I met Justin Bieber. It was absolutely, positively the best day of my entire life. I remember exactly when it was announced that Ireland was part of the Believe Tour. I was staying at my nanny’s with my cousin Amy and she woke me up at half 8 and read a text. I honestly thought a family member had died (knock on wood) by the look on her face. We were both so shocked, happy and excited. Me, Amy and her two friends payed for the BieberFever membership so we could get the pre-sale tickets. I remember having a week to try and save up 100 Euro for the ticket. The night before I was crying and couldn’t sleep because I was so worried we wouldn’t get tickets. We ended up being very lucky and got standing tickets! On the 15th of December, Amy called me telling me there were still tickets available for the 18th of February so I rang my mam and begged her could I go and she let me. It really couldn’t get better, or so I thought. On the 16th of February, Amy, her two friends Nicole and Rebecca, and I camped outside the 02 arena where Justin would be preforming the next night. During camping, Scrappy came out to talk to everyone camping and then he tweeted about us! We waited outside the arena for 17 hours, it was horrible. It was so cold and I only got 2 hours sleep, but none of that mattered because WE GOT FRONT ROW in standing. I actually couldn’t believe it, the only thing between me and Justin Bieber was a barrier. During ‘Out of Town Girl,’ Justin got the camera and recorded all of the front row. I remember looking up and seeing him right there, looking through the lens pointed at me. Also during ‘Beauty and A Beat,’ Justin touched my hand! Words just can’t describe the feeling. When we got back to Amy’s we were so tired so I went to the bathroom to take my make up off. Amy came in the room crying and I thought like she deleted all the pictures or something. Then she said, “Dara, I won a meet and greet, Dara, we’re meeting Justin!” I just kept saying, “No, no we can’t be, stuff like that doesn’t happen to people like us.” I checked the mail and it was true, we were meeting him the next day! We waited for about 4 hours in the line. I met Dan, Kaili, and saw Kenny and Luke. We walked in and two girls got beside Justin, but I walked straight over to him, put my hands on his waist and said, “Can I get in here?” and he was like, “Aw, I’m sorry you can’t.” After the picture I tried to give Justin a hug, but the security was pulling me and I was begging Justin and he said, “Of course you can,” and pushed away the security guards hand and hugged me. I started to breakdown before I even left the room and when I did leave, my legs collapsed and I couldn’t stand. I just sat there crying so much I couldn’t believe it. It was honestly the best experience of my life, I can’t explain how much it meant to me. I love Justin so much, and it was just the best thing to ever happen to me -@kidrauhlakalife (far left) Originally posted here: My name is Dara and on the 18th of February I met Justin Bieber….
Christina Milian is my kind of single mother, recent divorcee, who has tried the playing house traditional shit….but who would much rather go wild on Spring Break like she was still 21…leaving the baby with the nanny, and spending the ex husband, who writes songs for Bieber’s money, going nuts…shooting off pics of her ass and her friend’s ass…in what is typical spring break booty party….in a generation that is booty obsessed…all to let her ex know what’s he’s missing, despite probably fucking three hotter versions of this girl at the same time as she took these pics, cuz that’s just how groupies work…..while she’s just lookin’ desperate while lookin’ like a bad mother….too old to be doing this shit…and for some reason, that’s fucking porn to me….
The Real Housewives of Atlanta “Praise the Pageant.” If only they would have taken the time for a dress rehearsal. We recap all the bloopers in our THG +/- review. Cynthia throws her Miss Renaissance Pageant with lots of pushing and little polish. Minus 20 . Perhaps a dress rehearsal or two would have helped. Where to begin? How about with actor and celebrity host Boris Kodjoe. No doubt he’s a handsome man in anything he wears but Cynthia obviously needed to specify he should wear a suit, especially when all of the ladies on stage were wearing gowns. Minus 15 . Who shows up to host a pageant wearing jeans and sneakers? The man obviously needs his stylist…or his momma to dress him properly. On the up side, Cynthia was rocking that wig. Plus 10. The pageant goes off with plenty of hitches. The script is out of order. The girls’ names are all wrong and then there’s awkward silence as the judges tally the votes. Minus 18. Not that I wanted to hear Porsha sing but Cynthia should have had something planned for that obvious lull in the festivities. Like NeNe I couldn’t believe that Cynthia asked Kenya to be a judge in the pageant given their history and Kenya’s recent behavior at public events. NeNe warned her that, “a fool is a fool.” Surprisingly that’s the one decision that didn’t blow up on her. Plus 13 . Kenya showed up with her Miss USA sash but no tiara. If you can’t wear your crown to a pageant, well then where can you wear one? How funny was it to hear Phaedra try to tell Cynthia that it all went off without a hitch? Not even Cynthia could listen to that with a straight face. The pageant wasn’t the only thing giggle worthy in this episode. Try Porsha babysitting her niece. First off, where were the child’s shoes? Then Porsha learns just how quick those little legs can carry a one year old as Jayden toddles out of the kitchen. Word of advice…the dog is not an acceptable babysitter. Minus 9. Porsha did her best but Kordell might be wrong about the nanny. My guess is Porsha will have one even if she’s home 24/7. Speaking of Kordell, was that being traditional or controlling. Minus 11. Sometimes it sounds more like he’s speaking to his teenage daughter than his wife. Across town, Kandi and Todd have dinner with Phaedra and Apollo and remind me not to accept a dinner invitation from Phaedra. I don’t care how good the food or how impressed Phaedra is with the his vocabulary, listening to the chef compare my meal to genitalia was simply unappetizing. Minus 30. Can anyone guess how many jokes are floating around the twitterverse about the creator of Bedroom Kandi singing a Gospel song? It’s so easy I’m not even going to go there. Looks like we’ll be getting a lot more NeNe next week as the girls head off to LA. Episode total = -80! Season total = -278!
Gabriel Aubry is telling a very different story than the one that’s been reported regarding his brawl and arrest for battery on Thanksgiving. With Halle Berry looking to get a restraining order against him, Aubry has already also obtained one against the actress’ fiancee, Olivier Martinez, saying in court documents that the French actor brutally beat him on Thursday after threatening him the day before. According to the Canadian model in a sworn declaration, this is what led to the Gabriel Aubry assault charges: At a school event on Wednesday, Martinez approached Aubry and told him – in French – that he wished he could “beat the sh-t out of him.” Fast forward to Thanksgiving around 10 a.m. and Aubry alleges that Martinez – as opposed to the nanny, which had been customary – met his enemy at the front door when Aubry dropped Nahla off to spend the day with her mother. From there, Martinez leaped off the stairs and went all Chris Brown on Aubry, beating him and yelling that Aubry cost him $3 million in his and Berry’s failed attempt to move Nahla to Paris . He slammed Aubry’s head against the driveway and eventually told him: “We called the cops… you’re going to tell them that you’re the one who attacked me, or I’m going to kill you.” Law enforcement officials tell TMZ that Aubry did not mention this threat when they initially talked to him at the scene. Berry’s side, of course, says that Aubry initiated the brawl, going “nuts” soon after dropping Nahla off for the day, according to the first report filed after this story broke. So it’s your basic case of He Said/He Said/This All Sucks for the Toddler Stuck in the Middle of It. Whose side are you on? Team Aubry Team Martinez View Poll »
We have a feeling that the Jackson family drama is gonna get worse before it gets better… Michael Jackson’s Nanny Grace Rwaramba Speaks Out Against Family In-Fighting According to RadarOnline : Michael Jackson’s long time nanny, Grace Rwaramba, is speaking out about the ongoing Jackson family drama, telling RadarOnline.com exclusively that the recent turmoil is exactly what the late singer had tried so hard to protect his three children from while he was alive. Grace began working for Jackson in 1997, and continued to work on and off for the King of Pop for the next decade, including after he tragically died in 2009. In an exclusive statement to RadarOnline.com, Grace says, “Everyone knows that Michael went to great lengths to protect his children from the public eye. While the use of veils and masks was unconventional, it only highlights how important this issue was to him. He understood, probably better than anyone, that growing up as a public figure, especially in the entertainment industry can be disaster…The recent drama surrounding Michael’s mother, Katherine, the ongoing custody issues and now the public dispute between Paris and Janet is exactly what Michael wanted to protect his children from. These matters have been further complicated by Gladys Knight and others recent and well intentioned comments about Paris. I have great respect and admiration for Mrs. Knight. And while I agree with the spirit of her comments, attacking Paris in public is not the answer.” The nanny goes on to ask for the public’s mercy on Michael’s daughter, Paris. Rwaramba asks that the public be fair to Paris Jackson and “give her a chance to make and learn from her mistakes without demonizing her. She is a spirited, very expressive and dramatic young girl. The traits that made her the apple of her father’s eye are the same traits that she must learn to control as she matures into adulthood. Let’s be careful not to dim her spirit. It breaks my heart to think that Paris and her brothers could become the subject of endless criticism for simply being kids. Michael loved his children very much. He gave them tools that they will need to become good and decent individuals. I am confident that in time, Paris and her brothers will learn that their family loves and wants what’s best for them. Until then, please take her tweets with a grain of salt. No child should have 700,000 followers on Twitter or any other social media platform.” Rwaramba makes a good point. Paris Jackson will lead a life in the public eye, and without her father’s protection she’s probably going to learn how cold the world is as she makes mistakes. Hopefully she doesn’t end up like Maia Campbell. Sweet baby Jesus. Image via Instagram
If you could distill essence de chat into a few well-chosen pen strokes, you’d end up with something like Jean-Loup Felicioli and Alain Gagnol’s superb animated adventure A Cat in Paris , a picture whose modest demeanor only underscores how expressive and imaginative it is. This isn’t the kind of big-budget animation we get from the major studios: It’s richness of another sort, a feat of hand-drawn animation that relies on spare but succinct character design and a dazzling sense of perspective — rather than a volley of cultural in-jokes — to tell its story. The picture sparkles, but in the nighttime way — its charms have a noirish gleam. Most of the picture does, in fact, take place at night, beginning and ending with the nocturnal Parisian perambulations of a wily striped cat named Dino. Dino “belongs” to a little girl named Zoe. He pledges his devotion by bringing her little gifts from his nighttime hunting jaunts. Actually, he keeps bringing her the same gift: One dangly, limp dead lizard after another, but Zoe is delighted by them and saves them all in a little box, much to the annoyance of her new nanny. What almost no one knows is that Dino doesn’t go out at night just for fun, or simply out of a feline sense of duty. He’s also a cat burglar, assisting a sneaky but noble local jewel thief, Nico, on his midnight rounds. The plot becomes more complicated — to the extent that it’s complicated at all — by the fact that Zoe’s mother, Jeanne, is a detective with the Paris police. She’s consumed with concern for Zoe, who hasn’t spoken since her father was killed by a square-shouldered, square-headed thug named Victor Costa. She’s also riven with grief, and she’s determined to avenge her husband’s death by catching Costa, who, it turns out, has a new scheme: He plans to steal a precious, valuable and huge antiquity, the Colossus of Nairobi, a hulking totem that’s being brought to the city for an exhibit. Meanwhile, though, Jeanne has peskier problems: Jewels keep disappearing from various households in the city, thanks to Nico and an accomplice with four silent, velvet paws. A Cat in Paris is being released in the states in two versions, an English-language one (in which Marcia Gay Harden, Anjelica Huston and Matthew Modine provide some of the key voices) and a subtitled French one (which features, in the role of the nanny, the voice of actress Bernadette Lafont, who, for those who keep track of such things, played Marie in The Mother and the Whore ). If you’re bringing children and are lucky enough to have bilingual ones, I recommend the French version, since it is simply more French; to hear the English language pouring forth from these characters’ mouths feels just a little wrong. But the visuals of A Cat in Paris resonate in any language, and it doesn’t hurt that the picture features a stunning, stealthy Bernard Hermann-style orchestral score by Serge Bessett. (The music in A Cat in Paris is finer and more resonant than that of any live-action picture I’ve seen this year.) This is Felicioli and Gagnol’s first full-length feature — it was a 2012 Academy Award nominee — and it clocks in at a very trim but visually rich 70 minutes. The filmmakers’ drawings are both meticulous and highly stylized: They render the rooftops of Paris (what is it about city rooftops in general, and Paris rooftops in particular?) as a dusky, velvety patchwork, an invitation to adventure — they take great delight in the city’s highs and lows, in the contrast between tall and short. Their palette features an array of oranges, from muted citrus tones to deep sienna, and lots of deep, nighttime turquoise. And they dot the picture with small but inventive visual touches: When a character dons night goggles, the figures around him are rendered as stark white lines on a flat black surface. And the gargoyles of Notre Dame feature in the climactic chase sequence, a bit of travelogue whimsy that’s nonetheless dramatically gripping, perhaps even a little dizzying for those who are hinky about heights — it doesn’t matter that you can’t really fall off a cartoon building. And then there’s Dino, an utterly bewitching arrangement of orange and chocolate triangles (with a pink one for a nose). Dino isn’t a cute cartoon cat — there’s an element of mystery and devilishness about him, suggesting that Felicioli and Gagnol understand true feline spirit. They also understand feline loyalty, which is a contradiction in terms only to those who don’t understand (to the extent that understanding is possible) these elusive, magnetic creatures. Dino comforts the distressed Zoe by visiting her in bed, sliding under her arms as if he could pretend she’d never notice. And in a way, she doesn’t notice — somehow, suddenly, Dino is simply there , a presence who changes, only ever so slightly, the nature of the room around him. That’s the quiet province of cats everywhere — not just those who are lucky enough to live in the animated city of Paris. Follow Stephanie Zacharek on Twitter . Follow Movieline on Twitter .
If you could distill essence de chat into a few well-chosen pen strokes, you’d end up with something like Jean-Loup Felicioli and Alain Gagnol’s superb animated adventure A Cat in Paris , a picture whose modest demeanor only underscores how expressive and imaginative it is. This isn’t the kind of big-budget animation we get from the major studios: It’s richness of another sort, a feat of hand-drawn animation that relies on spare but succinct character design and a dazzling sense of perspective — rather than a volley of cultural in-jokes — to tell its story. The picture sparkles, but in the nighttime way — its charms have a noirish gleam. Most of the picture does, in fact, take place at night, beginning and ending with the nocturnal Parisian perambulations of a wily striped cat named Dino. Dino “belongs” to a little girl named Zoe. He pledges his devotion by bringing her little gifts from his nighttime hunting jaunts. Actually, he keeps bringing her the same gift: One dangly, limp dead lizard after another, but Zoe is delighted by them and saves them all in a little box, much to the annoyance of her new nanny. What almost no one knows is that Dino doesn’t go out at night just for fun, or simply out of a feline sense of duty. He’s also a cat burglar, assisting a sneaky but noble local jewel thief, Nico, on his midnight rounds. The plot becomes more complicated — to the extent that it’s complicated at all — by the fact that Zoe’s mother, Jeanne, is a detective with the Paris police. She’s consumed with concern for Zoe, who hasn’t spoken since her father was killed by a square-shouldered, square-headed thug named Victor Costa. She’s also riven with grief, and she’s determined to avenge her husband’s death by catching Costa, who, it turns out, has a new scheme: He plans to steal a precious, valuable and huge antiquity, the Colossus of Nairobi, a hulking totem that’s being brought to the city for an exhibit. Meanwhile, though, Jeanne has peskier problems: Jewels keep disappearing from various households in the city, thanks to Nico and an accomplice with four silent, velvet paws. A Cat in Paris is being released in the states in two versions, an English-language one (in which Marcia Gay Harden, Anjelica Huston and Matthew Modine provide some of the key voices) and a subtitled French one (which features, in the role of the nanny, the voice of actress Bernadette Lafont, who, for those who keep track of such things, played Marie in The Mother and the Whore ). If you’re bringing children and are lucky enough to have bilingual ones, I recommend the French version, since it is simply more French; to hear the English language pouring forth from these characters’ mouths feels just a little wrong. But the visuals of A Cat in Paris resonate in any language, and it doesn’t hurt that the picture features a stunning, stealthy Bernard Hermann-style orchestral score by Serge Bessett. (The music in A Cat in Paris is finer and more resonant than that of any live-action picture I’ve seen this year.) This is Felicioli and Gagnol’s first full-length feature — it was a 2012 Academy Award nominee — and it clocks in at a very trim but visually rich 70 minutes. The filmmakers’ drawings are both meticulous and highly stylized: They render the rooftops of Paris (what is it about city rooftops in general, and Paris rooftops in particular?) as a dusky, velvety patchwork, an invitation to adventure — they take great delight in the city’s highs and lows, in the contrast between tall and short. Their palette features an array of oranges, from muted citrus tones to deep sienna, and lots of deep, nighttime turquoise. And they dot the picture with small but inventive visual touches: When a character dons night goggles, the figures around him are rendered as stark white lines on a flat black surface. And the gargoyles of Notre Dame feature in the climactic chase sequence, a bit of travelogue whimsy that’s nonetheless dramatically gripping, perhaps even a little dizzying for those who are hinky about heights — it doesn’t matter that you can’t really fall off a cartoon building. And then there’s Dino, an utterly bewitching arrangement of orange and chocolate triangles (with a pink one for a nose). Dino isn’t a cute cartoon cat — there’s an element of mystery and devilishness about him, suggesting that Felicioli and Gagnol understand true feline spirit. They also understand feline loyalty, which is a contradiction in terms only to those who don’t understand (to the extent that understanding is possible) these elusive, magnetic creatures. Dino comforts the distressed Zoe by visiting her in bed, sliding under her arms as if he could pretend she’d never notice. And in a way, she doesn’t notice — somehow, suddenly, Dino is simply there , a presence who changes, only ever so slightly, the nature of the room around him. That’s the quiet province of cats everywhere — not just those who are lucky enough to live in the animated city of Paris. Follow Stephanie Zacharek on Twitter . Follow Movieline on Twitter .
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