Lady Gaga & Terry Richardson Are Collaborating On a Book

Lady Gaga has been working with pervy photographer Terry Richardson on a book. It’s called Lady Gaga, and it chronicles the past year of the artist’s life. It will be released in November, and depicts Gaga’s progress from Lollapalooza 2010 (where this blogger saw her perform / had no idea Terry Richardson was in the house) to the final shows of the Monster Ball tour in 2011. Terry Richardson has shot Gaga before, notably in this Harper’s Bazaar spread from May.

From the press release, via MediaBistro:

The book will showcase over 350 color and black and white photographs taken during the 10 month period in which Richardson followed Lady Gaga and had complete access to her everyday life, with nothing being off limits. Beginning with Lollapalooza in August 2010 to the February 2011 Grammy Awards which had 26.66 million viewers, (the highest viewership in over a decade) to the final shows of her Monster Ball tour which averaged an attendance of 90,000 people each day, Richardson brilliantly captures the intimate, random, behind-the-scenes moments of Lady Gaga in both her professional and personal life.

They also call it a “visual dialogue” between Gaga and Richardson, who took some 100,000 photos of her. As uncomfortable as Terry Richardson makes us sometimes, this actually sounds kind of fascinating.

Amy Winehouse’s Dad Gave Away Her Clothes to Mourning Fans

Some of the fans gathered outside Amy Winehouse’s house yesterday received articles of her clothing, handed out by her father, Mitch. He doled out tank tops (which the British seem to call “vests”), sunglasses, and t-shirts, although luckily nothing creepy like underwear. The assembled fans were overjoyed to receive the lounge clothing of a dead person.

Like, weirdly overjoyed. That’s to be expected, I suppose, of the kind of people who would gladly receive the tank tops of deceased celebs. Some of them are real creepy, though. Like 52-year-old Brigitte Pividal, who said of her red Winehouse tank top, “I will cherish this for the rest of my life.” Or 16-year-old John Gallagher, who doesn’t really need any women’s t-shirts, and who pointed out that his new Amy t-shirts were “very small in size and skinny, like her figure.” Well…duh.

This all gives me the creeps. Is it not totally weird that Amy’s father would hand out her clothing to strangers, after she died a tragic, early death? I understand people’s fascination with, say, Judy Garland’s ruby slippers or Marilyn Monroe’s white dress, but a bunch of tank tops? It’s macabre.

The ‘Sex & the City’ Prequel Casting Rumors Are All Wrong

The wretched Sex and the City prequel continues to fill the gossip press with nonsense, this time about who may or may not be filling the big shoes of the original cast members. Leaving aside the fact that the prequel itself is a not-so-great idea, these rumored casting decisions leave much to be desired. Let’s take a look.

Selena Gomez as Charlotte—No.

Emma Roberts as Miranda—Who?

Elizabeth Olsen (Mary-Kate and Ashley’s little sister) as Carrie—Um…I guess?

Blake Lively as Samantha—Absolutely not.

It’s that last one that’s really getting to me right now. Blake Lively doesn’t have Samantha’s claws – she’s not a force of nature like Samantha is. It’s simply wrong. I can’t think of another actress who could do Samantha as well as Kim Cattrall, and that’s because Samantha is Kim Cattrall – the actress and the character are inextricably intertwined at this point.

And Selena Gomez as Charlotte? What’s next, Justin Bieber playing Aidan? Spare us, Hollywood. Anyway, all four actresses’ reps have denied their involvement in any prequel, should it exist, so that’s encouraging (if not necessarily convincing).

Lady Gaga Absolutely Blown Away by ‘So You Think You Can Dance’ Routine

You know, I was all set to make fun of this clip, because who has ever been moved to tears because of So You Think You Can Dance? Especially if you’re a celebrity guest judge and you’re doing this for God knows what reason and have no emotional attachment to the program. But there’s just something so genuine about Lady Gaga’s reaction here — you can tell she was truly moved by this modern dance routine.

“There are so, so many things I did wrong when I was younger,” she says. “And so many things I wish I could take back and I felt every moment of that through your dance tonight.” And the look on the guy’s face when she says “I’m so proud of you”! And the way his mom reacts! And the way a lone fly crawls across Gaga’s hat as she speaks through her tears, lending the whole incident the aura of a David Lynch film. It’s just too good.

Alexander McQueen Left $82,000 to His Dogs

Alexander McQueen’s will was made public Tuesday, and while the late fashion designer left most of his $26 million estate to charities, he also put aside a large chunk for the upkeep of his dogs. Minter, a mongrel, Juice, an English bull terrier, and Rhodesian ridgeback Callum received $82,000 in the will for their care. McQueen, who was something of an animal lover, also donated about $165,000 to Battersea Dogs & Cats Home and The Blue Cross, two animal-centric organizations.

McQueen, who committed suicide last year at the age of 40, left 250,000 pounds each to his five siblings (about $400,000), and 50,000 ($82,000) pounds each to his two-person household staff, his godson, and each of his nieces and nephews. And of course his beloved pups.

McQueen loved his dogs so much that they were included in his suicide note, the last line of which was “Please look after my dogs. Sorry, I love you. Lee” (Lee was his first name). And McQueen had been quoted saying “My dogs are the only thing in the world I really trust. They’re loyal and their love is unconditional. There’s an honesty between me and my dogs. If I do anything bad, they’re like: ‘Here he goes—he’s a freak.'”

Here’s a photo of portraits of McQueen’s dogs from the winter-spring 2008-2009 issue of Arena Homme +. From left to right, Minter, Juice and Callum:

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Rebecca Black’s EP Will Be Coming Out Next Month

In a surprising turn of events, it seems that Rebecca Black has enough material to put out an EP. Her recent “Friday” follow-up “My Moment” will be the lead single, and it’s dropping next month. Ms. Black has always seemed like a nice little girl, but she’s simply refusing to go away! Who will buy her EP, especially if all the songs are as “serious” as “My Moment”?

Black was “nervous” about “My Moment” coming out because “I thought, ‘I don’t think I’ll be able to even beat ‘Friday’ myself,’ ” she told MTV News. “‘Friday’ was so big, and it’s hard: I feel like it’ll be hard to break the ‘Friday’ record.” This is definitive proof that no one ever explained to her why “Friday” was so successful, right? Like…is it possible that Rebecca Black never understood that people thought “Friday” was a joke?

Anyway. Self-awareness issues aside, Black’s motivations for the EP mirrored those of any other new artist: building her career.

“Again, I wanted people to able to take me seriously because I felt like this would be the right thing to do. I wanted to start building what could be a really great career, but this industry, it’s so unpredictable: You could be the big thing for a month or four months, and then kind of fall off the face of the planet. And I felt my whole team kind of felt like it was a great way to put me here for an amount of time.”

This industry! It’s so unpredictable! Anyone else want to have a stern chat with Rebecca Black’s mom and dad?

Mariah Carey’s Hilarious HSN Appearance

For some reason Mariah Carey was on the Home Shopping Network this weekend selling her collection of glitzy jewelry, velour sweatsuits, and strappy metallic heels with bling on them. She was in the mood to share a lot (and seemed perhaps kind of boozy?), launching into asides about how swollen her feet got during her pregnancy, why she’s cut her nails short, and how, with regard to a twins pregnancy, “You have to keep them in as long as possible, because it’s a sacrifice you make for them.” I didn’t watch, but apparently this went on for two hours. Oh, Mimi. You keep doing you.

A Posthumous Amy Winehouse Album Might Be Possible

Although it seems crass to discuss the viability of Amy Winehouse’s future musical output in the wake of her very sad, very preventable death this weekend, the question of a possible third album is on people’s minds. Before her death, Winehouse was known to be working on a third album, and reports vary as to its state of completion. Her goddaughter, Dionne Bromfield, has said she’s heard it and it’s “very good,” and other sources have said it was done or nearing completion.

But her label hasn’t confirmed this, and no release date was ever posted nor singles released. Will we ever hear the music that Winehouse was working on before her death?

According to Popdust, it’s for sure that at least some music was completed: “The story goes that she was shuttling between recording stuff in line with her trademark soul sound with Back to Black producer Mark Ronson and more reggae-tinged material hanging out in St. Lucia, the latter group of songs Island records were said to have been none too fond of.” However, the album had been promised for January of this year, “but she obviously missed that deadline, no doubt helped little by her falling out with Ronson again late last year.”

So, we’ll see. Obviously there’s a real hunger for new Amy Winehouse music, especially since it’s been five years since the stunning Back to Black and since, after her passing, it seems that everyone is re-discovering what a one-of-a-kind talent she was.

Watch Countess LuAnn de Lesseps Perform a Moroccan Remix of “Chic, C’est La Vie”

Real Housewives of New York‘s Countess LuAnn de Lesseps has a “hit” single out, “Chic, C’est La Vie,” and it’s basically a spoken-word tone poem about being rich. Already off to a good start, and now she’s gone and tweaked it with a Middle Eastern remix in keeping with the girls’ recent Moroccan vacation. It’s not as though it’s good, but it is stunningly un-self-aware and over the top, and that’s always worth a look. Check out her utter expressionless as she delivers the “song.” And behold how Andy Cohen smiles with all of his face except his eyes. Bravo is turning into a real house of horrors these days, huh?