Pomp Goes Paris

Love it or hate it, Paris Hilton is a pioneer. As a nerdy Jewish bookworm growing up in the ghetto Lower East Side of the early '90s, Paris is my shiksa goddess wet dream and inspiration to succeed. Bowlmor Lanes, where I spent so many Sundays knocking down pins to de-stress after Hebrew School, had Paris host Carnival, full of sword swallowers, contortionists, stilt walkers and colorful booze. After our photographer snapped Paris, her bodyguards started beefing, so we snuck behind a one-way glass Funhouse partition right behind her head. The view of press, paparazzi and bodyguards was dazzling, if a little lonely looking. Fame is worse than Heroin, seductive and addictive. Still on our high, we hit up the open bar at Sin Sin's Picante Thursdays. LES keeps me grounded.


(Paris Hilton)


(Stiltwalker)


(Knots)


(Prize)


(Royal Young, Pomp & Circumstance Executive Editor, Lori Bizzoco, Pomp & Circumstance, Entertainment Editor)

-Royal
Photos: Amanda Segur