Royal Noir

Well, they say that "What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas," but as Prince Harry has just discovered, that doesn't mean pictures of bare-ass nekkid royals won't get snapped and uploaded. TMZ has the pictures with the naughty bits (sort of) obscured. (Come on, if we can see a guy's junk in HBO's Game of Thrones, couldn't we at least get a glimpse of the princely penis?)  Boys will be boys... but honest to God Harry, didn't you learn from the photo of you wearing a Nazi uniform to a costume party?

Feast of Love

Illustration by Mark Satchwill

Feast of Love

By Katherine Tomlinson

When the publicist had called to book the Valentine’s Night party, Carrie had had to move a few things around, but hadn’t hesitated to accept the gig. The party was part of a promotion for the new romantic comedy hit Insignificant Other, and the two stars had just been outed as a real-life couple, so there was sure to be wall-to-wall media coverage of the event.

Carrie loved working with studio publicists because they didn’t nickel and dime her, True, they’d scaled back somewhat in the last 18 months but when they decided to splash out, they did it right. They didn’t give her two dollars a head and expect new potatoes topped with cream fraiche and caviar.

The publicist, who’d worked with Carrie before, had known exactly what she wanted. Appetizers and dessert, no main meal. That meant no chafing dishes, which was good because Carrie’s partner Lisa had called in sick with the flu and Carrie would be running the event herself. Appetizers and dessert she could handle alone.

“Substantial appetizers,” the client had specified, “at least half of them vegetarian, with two vegan options.”

“No problem,” Carrie had said without rolling her eyes and making a note to see if Jamie and her temp crew of wait-staff were available.

Jamie had the best looking model slash waiters in town and her company did a lot of business supplying wait-staff for celebrity events.