This unfortunate-looking hooligan is neo-Nazi John Ditullio, 23, accused of murder in Florida, where a judge has ordered that for the duration of his trial, the court will pay up to $150 a day to cover the schmendrick’s face and neck tattoos, so as not to prejudice the jury on his character.
What did he want people to think when he got a swastika tattooed on his neck? That he was into knitting, baking cupcakes and reading Doris Lessing novels?
I know that when I had barbed wire tattoos put on my face, I hoped it would make everyone aware of my love for 19th Century French poetry and my taste for blue crystal vases.
Prosecutors say the covering of the tats allows him to hide the Nazi affiliations they claim drove him to murder, and his own attorneys claim its unnecessary.
Hopefully, some artfully applied Lancome will drive him to something more appropriate, like sales at Nordstrom Rack.
Ditullio is accused of stabbing 17-year-old Kristopher King to death, and attacking Patricia Wells, a neighbor, who claims she was targeted because she invited black friends to her home.
No word on whether they were going to have him shave his beard, so the jury doesn’t think he’s a douchebag.
“His personal quality,” wrote Norman Mailer in a portrait of the candidate — the novelist’s first piece of political journalism — in Esquire in November 1960, “had a subtle, not quite describable intensity, a suggestion of dry pent heat… His appearance changed with his mood, strikingly so, and this made him always more interesting than what he was saying. He would seem at one moment older than his age, forty-eight or fifty, a tall, slim, sunburned professor with a pleasant weathered face, not even particularly handsome; five minutes later, talking to a press conference on his lawn… he would look again like a movie star, his coloring vivid, his manner rich, his gestures strong and quick, alive with that concentration of vitality a successful actor always seems to radiate.”
Above: Jack Kennedy takes the sun in L.A. right around the time he won the Democratic nomination at the party’s Los Angeles convention.
Fourteen years since her mysterious murder, JonBenet’s brother, Burke, is reportedly being interviewed by Boulder cops, who want to see if he remembers anything new. He’s now 23.
Patsy Ramsey died in 2006. John Ramsey began dating Beth Holloway Twitty, mother of the missing Natalee.
The Ramsey parents were officially cleared in the death in 2008, based on “new DNA evidence” recovered from JonBenet’s clothing — the type of analysis used had not existed at the time of the murder.
Oh man, I just love Shirley Bassey, here she is in 2007, age 70.
Billie Burke was born on this day in 1885. Here she is in “Dinner at Eight.”
I’ve been waiting for someone to post some Libby Holman video on YouTube, but I just learned that Libby Holman never allowed herself to be filmed. Her Reynolds tobacco heir husband died of a bullet in the head; his family asked that charges against Holman be dropped. Their only son, Christopher, fell off a mountain to his death in 1950. Holman was one of the best torch singers of the era. Here she is with “Moanin’ Low.”
Sid Caesar (88 next month) and Nanette Fabray (90 in October) — live TV, baby.
International socialite and couture whore Betsy Bloomingdale (seen here with designer and Oz monkey Valentino, left), a doyenne of Beverly Hills society and widow of Alfred Bloomingdale (whose mistress, Vicki Morgan was murdered via baseball bat after filing a palimony suit against his estate), is 84 today!
Her late husband, grandson of the founder of Bloomie’s, was a Reagan Kitchen Cabinet member, and was appointed to the covert Foreign Intelligence Advisory Board. Betsy remains best friends with former President Nancy Reagan (yeah, that’s what I said).
Betsy and Nancy were besties with former silent star turned designer William “Billy” Haines, who designed the above living room for Betsy’s Bel Air home in 1959 — where she still lives.
The alleged sex tapes of Vicki Morgan were never found.
Here’s a woman who survived losing her firstborn son in WWII, a daughter in a plane crash, two sons to assassination, the death of a grandson to a drug overdose, and the institutionalization of a daughter due to a botched lobotomy — and outlived her husband by over 25 years — and managed to live to be 104 years old.
That’s one of the last photos taken of Rose, in 1991. She had suffered a stroke in 1984 at age 94.
Fun Fact: The popular Cape Cod cocktail (vodka, soda and cranberry juice) was originally referred to as a Rose Kennedy.
The Kardashian kurvas arrive in Las Vegas via private jet. Mama Kris, Kourtney and Kim took a private plane from Los Angeles, where there are dozens of flights to Las Vegas every day, but these bitches need to take up even more space and screw the earth by making their carbon footprint even larger than sister Khloe’s normal one.
They probably had too much luggage to fly on a regular airline… and speaking of suitcases… Kris’ ex, and the father of Kourtney, Kim and Khloe, was the late OJ “attorney” Robert Kardashian, who was the last person seen with OJ’s suitcase (believed to have contained his bloody clothing), on the morning after Nicole Brown and Ron Goldman were found slashed to death. It was never found.
Hopefully, the girls found their suitcases right where they left them.
Royal Candadian Mounted Police claim to know the identity of the blonde who drove reality TV star/killer Ryan Jenkins to a seedy motel in B.C. over the weekend.
They just haven’t said who she is.
Ryan’s car and Jasmine Fiore’s fingers and teeth are still missing.
Ryan’s family has not announced burial plans, although Vh1 has buried the two shows on which he was scheduled to appear.
Here’s a scene from a really campy, overblown movie called “Dead Ringer,” in which Karl Malden plays a police sergeant, and Bette Davis plays his girlfriend, who murders her twin sister and assumes her identity.
Karl is great in this last reel, especially in the last shot (5:25). You might recognize L.A.’s Greystone mansion. Love the floor. Listen for the hyperbaked Andre Previn score. This film was directed by Bette’s old friend Paul Henreid, who memorably lit two cigarettes at once as her co-star in “Now Voyager.” Malden died Wednesday at age 97.
What happens when a murderous troll loses his coif in the klink? This! Somehow, I can almost see the innocence in that geriatric baby face… he does look like a baby, in fact I’d like to give him a blanket, a bottle… and a loaded gun to play with.
My Little Pony without hair! Phil was moved to a temporary new home at North Kern State Prison in glamorous Bakersfield, Calif.
