Paz de la Huerta's Arrest and the Triumph of Celebrity
Paz’s problems started with a stiletto.
“Oh I’m sorry…” the endlessly leggy Ms. de la Huerta cooed, or rather warbled, to The Observer. We were standing with her at a Playboy party, under the High Line, and with one shoestrap broken she leaned on us, palms flung around the nape of our neck. She Read More
