Lauren Conrad apparently wrote a book (totally didn’t know that) and now she’s going to make a movie based off this phantom book. The good news for her is that, unlike The Hills, it is socially acceptable for this to be scripted. So is it still considered a biography if it is based of fabricated events?

LINK LOVE: Just Jared

Thank God for screen shots, I had to capture this moment.  Spencer Pratt managed to make me think he’s even more of a douche than I thought he was before on this week’s episode of the Hills. Why am I watching this online right now?

LINK LOVE: MTV

The Hills bad girl Kristin Cavallari takes us to Jay Ahr to pick out her VMA dress with Myspace.  Will someone do me a favor and count how many times she says “rock and roll” in this video? I lost track..

LINK LOVE: Myspace

The Daily Beast got wind of the contract stating how much each cast member of The Hills makes per episode. I’m really glad to know that they’re being adequately compensated for all of their hard work. They deserve it, don’t they? They’re all such good actors!

Lauren Conrad - $125,000 per episode (her contract also stated that nobody on The Hills could make more than her)
Kristin Cavalari - $90,000 per episode
Heidi Montag - $100,000 per episode
Audrina Patridge – $100,000 per episode
Lo Bosworth – $100,000 per episode
Spencer Pratt – $65,000 per episode
Brody Jenner – $45,000 per episode

LINK LOVE: D Listed

Socialite and ‘City’ bad girl Olivia Palermo has decided to design jewelry now, collaborating with designer Roberta Freymann to design a few necklaces to be sold in her Upper East side shop…how fitting. Thoughts?

LINK LOVE: NY Mag

For those of you that weren’t aware, Heidi Montag had quite the interview with Playboy. Not a big surprise there. But what is surprising is what they talked about behind the scenes. When asked about her plastic surgery, both nose and boobs, not only did Heidi admit to having them done, but she expressed her hopes to have her boobs done again in the future! Why? She wants to make them bigger for Spencer. I guess I shouldn’t really be surprised, and by all means Heidi, if you want them done again then go for it, but do it for yourself, Spencer’s just not worth it.

LINKAGE: NY Daily News

With the eco-friendly movement gaining more momentum, it was only a matter of time before our favorite reality stars marched right on with it. Whitney Port has become the newest member of eco-friendly cosmetic company, PlantLove. The City star has created a hot pink lipstick to be featured alongside various other products of the PlantLove line. Eve Pinky is set to hit Sephora stores next week! And just incase saving the planet wasn’t enough reason to buy the lipstick, here’s another: two dollars from each sale of Eve Pinky goes to St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital.

“If you give me a script, I’ll do what you want. I’m not a reality star. I’m on ‘The Hills.’”

I thought this line was really cool until I clicked on the online store and saw the entire cast of The Hills, Miley Cyrus, Vanessa Hudgens, and Katie Perry. I’m just going to pretend I didn’t do that.  The fall collection is vampire inspired (isn’t everything these days) and has a little story that says, “Boys will come and go” the girls will say, “but vampires are forever.”  The lookbook shows girls in blood-red lipstick, some with fangs, or drinking cans of ‘blood,’ all in over-exposed light and semi-hipster fashion.  There’s some really cool shirts, and some ‘wild child’ leggings that I’m thinking about picking up…if Lauren Conrad doesn’t beat me to it…sigh. Check out the rest of the lookbook in the gallery.

GALLERY: Wildfox Couture Lookbook

SOURCE: The Clothes

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If your used to watching Whitney Port on The Hills or The City, this is sure to give you quite laugh. Whitney told all of her fans on her blog that she was an avid little-league player in her childhood years; those years before she got hold of a stylist of course! You’d never guess that she’d be involved in fashion from her before picture, she’s hardly even recognizable!

Sometimes seemingly small incidents occur that really rattle your foundations and make you reevaluate your beliefs. My week began with some drama as I was embroiled in a bit of an internet mini-scandal involving a “rival vapid fauxcialite.”

I attempted to put it behind me for Monday night’s Ballet Hispanico Benefit at the Soho House. As flamboyant as I may be, I am not actually a fan of the ballet—though to be fair, nor am I a detractor. I have nothing against men in tights prancing around, it’s just that why pay to see others do that when I do it in the street on a nearly daily basis? So it wasn’t necessarily for the dancers that I paid $75 (tax-deductible) to attend the charity event.

My logic was that I would probably spend just about that much on a regular night out of drinking and cabs, so why not donate it to charity while enjoying a fabulous setting? There was an open bar that quickly ran dry of champagne but I felt entitled to every last drop of alcohol so I had begun drinking rum into the second hour, determined to get my money’s worth.

Zac Posen had donated the dresses worn by the exotic (non-Hispanico) dancers but the man himself was sadly a no-show—I maintain a glimmer of hope that we will one day meet and live happily-ever-after.

Usually after a night like that, I would have had my fill of chi-chi, pretentious society events, but I came crawling back the next evening to the Hudson Hotel for the A Private Club party. A Private Club is like A Small World—but even smaller. It’s the Skull and Crossbones Society of social networks: slightly mysterious, laughably exclusive and entirely contempt-worthy.

Everyone more or less knew one another and my new internet enemy Kristian Laliberté was there pretending I didn’t exist, which was quite fine by me. While the environs where chic and the crowd was comprised of the self-coronated social royalty including Jules Kirby, Luigi Tadini and others, the atmosphere couldn’t have been any stuffier. I felt like Rose in The Titanic when she has an epiphany during a lavish dinner in First Class that her life sucks and she tries to throw herself off the boat.

Instead of hurling myself off the balcony of the Hudson, I instead trekked downtown to the Eldridge for the Urban Zen charity event hosted by Justin Parks. I don’t know what Urban Zen does, but I did know that there was going to be an open champagne bar so that was enough for me. As I looked around and saw a frumpy middle aged woman brushing her hair at one of the banquets, clearly unaware of just where she was, (if you’ll allow for a little Carrie Bradshaw-esque self-introspection) I couldn’t help but wonder what the significance of being a part of the “social crowd” was. Does it really matter at the end of the day that you can get into exclusive places and are photographed doing it? I was beginning to feel as empty and vapid as a character on The Hills.

On the brink of an existential crisis, I forced myself to stay in and skip the GenArt party on Wednesday in favor of an Ugly Betty marathon. But don’t you worry you social-enthusiasts, I was back out in full force on Thursday!

My first stop was the Esquire Big Black Book launch at the B&B Italia store in SoHo. The BBB has heretofore been an annual issue of classic style, but this marked the first seasonal issue for Spring. The party turned out to be the best all week with champagne, hors d’oeuvres and very attractive men.

Even as I was decked out in Armani and fur, I still felt out-fashioned by many of the male guests–Esquire editors no doubt–in their classic, immaculately tailored-suits. I tried to make eyes in hopes of finding either a job or employment (chew on that for a moment) but apparently fashion editors are too much into themselves to pay attention to anyone else. Go figure.

Once the party had run its course, I walked a few blocks downtown in the rain to the Timberland store for the Nature of a City photo exhibit. Let me address the most important issue first: I have never been to an event with better or more copious food. Catered by Dean and Deluca, you can bet that I got my dinner’s worth of hors d’oeuvres, literally standing at the cheese table alternating between bread sticks and the passed plates that included everything from mac & cheese puffs to fried shrimp and mini cheesecakes. It was like a forty course meal.

The last stop of the night was Above Allen at the Thompson LES Hotel for the Prince Peter party celebrating both his birthday and his T-shirt collection. It’s lucky that we had indulged our gluttony at Timberland because by the time we arrived at the Thompson, the last bottle of champagne was being swilled by a manifestly manner-less guest.

Guests, who may or may not have all been there for Prince Peter, included Talia Eisenberg of the downtown Heist Gallery, nightlife fixture Malik So Chic and a few fresh-faced male models.

I forced myself to go home early as I had an 8AM flight to Austin, Texas the next morning to interview Carson Kressley. The sojourn couldn’t have come at a better time as I was in desperate need of some perspective and my night of bar-hopping in Austin where the handsome southern men exhibited none of the self-conscious bitchyness of their distant (in nature and difference) Manhattan social counterparts was just what I needed to bring me back down to earth.

As much as I would have like to stay in the land of people where flip-flops are considered acceptable wear in fifty-degree weather, I know where I belong and won’t relinquish my title as “chuckle-worthy fauxcialite”—I’ve worked hard for that moniker.

Adrien Field

Photography duo Smallz and Raskind shot Audrina Patridge for Divine Rights of Denim’s S/S 2009 ad campaign.

I’m not an Audrina fan, but she looks good; and LC should take note: if you model someone else’s clothes, it won’t hurt as much when they go out of business.

Also, I think this is Audrina’s first time actually looking into the camera.

GALLERY: Audrina Patridge for Divine Rights of Denim.

After signing a three-book deal with HarperCollins in September, Lauren Conrad is releasing her first young adult novel, L.A. Candy, June 16.

Conrad’s own synopsis is priceless: “[It tells] a behind-the scenes story of a young girl [named Jane Roberts] who moves to L.A. and unexpectedly becomes the star of a reality television show.”

The good news is that the book can’t possibly get optioned for a TV show.

I wonder if the next installment will find Jane selling generic jersey dresses at a drastic discount?

From People.

Lo Bosworth is wearing a Target skirt that I was actually going to pick up yesterday as I was looking for early signs of McQueen. Gotta admit, for $27.99, this skirt looks really cute, especially paired with a plain black tank and flats (of course, the outfit isn’t complete without the Chanel bag, but that you cannot pick up at Target).

PHOTO: ICYDK

It looks like Whitney Port is packing up her bikini and taking to the streets of New York with her new spinoff of The Hills produced by MTV. The City, despite the fact that it is a spinoff, looks pretty serious to me. Crying models, backstabbing boyfriends, jealous acquaintances and workplace scandals are just some of the things the teaser shows will go down in the Big Apple. NY Mag made a pretty solid prediction as to what is going to happen by the looks of the trailer. If they are correct, it looks like I can graduate from the overdramatic Gossip Girl and start laughing my butt off at the ridiculous drama and seditious characters of The City…as long as Lauren Conrad’s ugly dresses aren’t worn on screen…

We don’t have an exact date for the premier of this show, but MTV claims The City will air sometime in the spring. In the meantime, I would love to see Comedy Central do a spinoff of their own called The Mountains: Spencer dies in a freak snowmobile accident, leaving Heidi stranded alone in a desolate log cabin without internet for online shopping. Whitney begins designing winter coats but Lauren refuses to do her PR work because she is too busy designing hideous dresses of her own. Audrina quits work at Epic Records and begins work as a zamboni driver at the local ice-skating rink, leaving her too poor to afford rent with Lauren. Then all the girls go on an epic journey to rescue Heidi but are killed in an avalanche. Now Heidi must fend for herself until the Teen Vogue comes to the rescue! Can she do it? Stay tuned. 

Thanks US Magazine!

I know what all you little whinny commenters are going to say before you even say it, so here it goes. “Kelly Cutrone was famous before she was even on The Hills!” Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah (assume an annoying snotty tone). Here’s the bottom line people. Yes, Kelly Cutrone was well known in her field/industry before she ever appeared on The Hills. However, she was not popular enough to get her own show, which exactly what this People’s Revolution iron fisted boss is getting. The original producers of Project Runway (The Magical Elves) are teaming up with Catrone to bring viewers the “nitty-gritty” side of the publicity world. Being the PR person I am (imagine that I’m not even a writer, so get off my ass about my rare grammatical errors) naturally interested in the show. Keep an eye out for your Corey Moran/Fashion Indie cameo bitches! No word on when the show is going to start up, but we’ll keep you posted as we hear more!

If you grew up with Rodeo Drive in your backyard, interned two summers at Womenswear Daily and currently hold the position as fashion contributor at Teen Vogue, we would certainly hope that you have at least an ounce of style. Well Whitney Port, you might be “The Hills” glamour Barbie, but your clothing line is anything but glamourous and falls miles short of being impressive. 

Port’s new cocktail and nightwear clothing line, Eve & A, was recently picked up by Kitson Boutique. But I guess I’m not the only one vomiting over Port’s poorly executed ruffle-neck dress or her hideously constructed, costume-like sequin dress. Port’s line is listed as Whitney Eve on the Kitson website…that isn’t even the name of her clothing line! Maybe Kitson is so embarrassed of their agreement to sell Port’s line that they changed the name so people couldn’t find it! 

And just look at those gnarly prices! Who in their right mind, especially with the current economic situation, would drop $400-$500 for such crap? I suggest you take that money and invest in some Campbell’s Soup stock.. Honestly, what is going to make you feel safer? A delicious homemade bowl of chicken noodle soup or knowing that one of those monstrous garments could potentially attack you in your sleep?

Thanks NY Magazine!