A few words for you: Go into celebrity PR.
Yesterday marked two weeks of my trying to get a couple minutes on the phone with a certain celebrity who will have to remain nameless. She’s a superskinny one, not that that’s much of a clue.
It was for a very friendly story – our fashion stories always are – but said celeb’s PR kept insisting her client was “traveling,” and wouldn’t be able to come to the phone. Could I send an e-mail instead?
Well, OK.
I sent an e-mail and nudged gently. Then more persistently. “She’s traveling,” her PR kept insisting.
Um, OK.
Yesterday a colleague happened to speak to said celeb’s mother – don’t ask. When he mentioned something about her daughter traveling, she said: “What are you talking about? She’s at home watching TV with her husband.”
So I phoned the PR, who repeated that her client was traveling.
“Where’s she traveling?” I asked innocently.
“I can’t tell you that,” the woman answered.
I paused. A huge chunk of celebrity journalism involves this ridiculous “please sir, can I have some more?” in terms of just letting the most massive whoppers go by for the sake of maintaining a relationship.
But enough.
“Is that because she’s traveling from the kitchen to the living room?” I asked.
Dead silence.
I got my quotes.
Friday, 12 January 2007
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