Oh Demi. At this point I feel a bit bad mocking her- I’m sure that nobody can make Demi feels worse about herself than she feels already deep inside.
The 50-year-old mother-of-three was at another party during Miami’s art basel fair and this time, she was with pervy fashion photographer and Lilo/ Gaga drug buddy Terry Richardson for the launch party of his book TERRYWOOD at The Standard Hotel on Friday.
She appeared to be showing off new knockers, which could mean she’s had them done as a fiftieth birthday present to herself or for Vito Schnabel- her twenty-something spooning-leads-to-forking buddy.
But, according to the New York Post he dumped her this weekend because he ‘doesn’t want to be associated with a celebrity’ as he ‘wants to be taken seriously in the art world’.
Yeah, dating a f-cked up fifty-year-old with plastic t-ts that point in different directions with a spray tan and hair extensions who thinks it’s cool to go to parties that Kelly Osbourne goes to probably wouldn’t make people think you were a very serious kind of guy.
Just ask Lenny Kravitz.
I just hope she gets her arse back to rehab quick-style. I’m always hearing how insecure Demi is and that it dates all the way back to childhood when she had crossed eyes and had to wear a patch over one eye to school and was bullied.
Add in a horrifically-strained relationship with her mother and you get this. But she’s repeating the pattern with her own now- estranged children and, as I’ve said before, the apple only falls right next to the tree if you decide to let it.
Time to decide to be happy or to keep faking it and self-medicating with parties and younger men until she either makes it or fades away? Whichever comes first…