Anti-Paparazzi Bags, Burqas, and Backlash

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My ITP classmate Adam Harvey has invented an anti-paparazzi clutch bag that “communicates the desire to NOT be photographed.”  According to Adam, “when the device detects a camera flash it responds with another flash that obscures the photo.”  Awesome idea Adam!

Apparently one paparazzo doesn’t like the idea too much.  Adam recently received his first hate mail from an angry paparazzo:

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“Reducing income for my growing young family”!? Oh no, the paparazzi are breeding?

If he’s worried that the device won’t work, why is this pissed-off paparazzo worried about his economic livelihood?  By the way, for the record, I’ve tried out the prototype, and it definitely works.

In any case, I think that celebs should take a cue from the late King of Pop, Michael Jackson (peace be upon him), and wear a burqa in public to avoid being photographed.  I don’t want to name anyone in particular, but if your last name is Hilton or Beckham, you might want to consider it.

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But if you are a celeb that MUST be seen in public sans-burqa (like if you’re in France for the Cannes Film Festival, for example), then check out Adam’s site for more information about his invention.  A limited supply will be available in Spring 2010.

Michael Jackson RIP

Michael Jackson Tribute, San Francisco

Scream!  I can’t believe Michael’s gone.

Despite all of the gossip and the allegations, we should have never judged you.  We should have started with the Man in the Mirror.  You said, “Leave Me Alone.”  Your critics and detractors can just Beat It now.

It didn’t matter if you were Black or White.  You could be a nerd, a jock, a hipster, or the toughest hardest thug out there, but when an MJ track came on, even the most reticent of wallflowers would get down and dance.  You said Don’t Stop ’til You Get Enough, and we didn’t.  The scene would be Off the Wall.  The aftermath was Blood on the Dance Floor.

We knew you were Dangerous and a Smooth Criminal too.  And we loved you for it.  We knew you were Bad.  And by Bad (which was the first CD I ever owned), I mean you were awesome and utterly ruled as the King of Pop.  The King is dead. Long live the King.  (We loved how you got down with the other King’s daughter too.)

Even if we couldn’t Heal The World, your music formed the soundtrack to HIStory.

You were a Dancing Machine.  Your life was a real Thriller.  Thanks for the music and thanks for being you.  You, like Ryan White, are Gone Too Soon.  We’ll always Remember The Time we spent with you.  You Are Not Alone now.  (What ever happened to Bubbles?)  You’ve left Neverland, but we know you’re moonwalking with other heroes up in heaven now.

I’m dealing with your passing by revisiting your old songs.  There is that special something about them and The Way You Make Me Feel.   You Rock My World.  I hope to Rock With You again someday.

So let’s Burn This Disco Out.

Michael Jackson

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