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Nude Peaches Geldof Tats as Uninspired as You'd Expect

Ryan Tate — Mon, 16 Feb 2009 00:17:14 EST

Oh look, Peaches Geldof just happened to bathe topless and to hold various awkward poses while a photographer snapped very clear pictures of her tattoos. The trainwreck hipster heiress must need money.

Or maybe just attention. But after being summoned back to London by dad amid an embarrassingly well-documented split from her American husband, some News of the World cash might come in handy.

And the British tabloid does, somehow, have the exclusive, complete with NSFW nudie shots, straight from South America.

Let's figure out the tats. They'll blow your mind. Through pointlessness.

Doves = LOVE. Not to be confused with marrying a dude for a green card.

Playing cards = good luck. Like being born to the right person.

Ace of spades = being an OUTSIDER. Like living in Williamsburg, with "Spanish gangsters," who eat bagels.

Unicorn eating chain of daisies = ???. WTF, because everything else about Peaches is deep and meaningful, you know?

Angel wings = "because girls see themselves as little angels."

"Disappear Here" = Her style magazine, and a Less Than Zero reference. So probably a coke tat.

Those four lines from Nick Cave's Into My Arms = somehow related to ex Frederick Macpherson.

"An open book with a bizarre hangman's noose hanging over the page" = to symbolize Peaches being "owned" by a metaphor-challenged ex.

"Ex Valentine" = some other boring ex story.

"Max Drummey" and a rosary = ditto.

Peaches Geldof is a walking anti-tattoo public service announcement. Hopefully she'll similarly help kill off celebrity columns, vanity media projects and living in New York while named Peaches Geldof.

Why Did the Peaches-at-Home Photoshoot Disappear?

Sheila — Fri, 19 Dec 2008 10:36:58 EST

Wonders a tipster, "I know that Gawker posted about The Selby covering [Williamsburg Brit-It girl] Peaches Geldof's apartment... but did you guys notice how it's no longer there? Think it has anything to do with lovely husband Max [Drummey] not being anywhere in the photos/any trace of him in the apartment? Or is it just due to the fact that no bone can stand Peaches?" Hmm! (Come visit our rabbit warren, Mr. Selby—we promise we'll have plenty of boy-toys on hand.)

Peaches Geldof's Stupid Williamsburg Apartment

Sheila — Wed, 17 Dec 2008 12:39:45 EST

Maybe our ire at Brooklyn's new Brit-It Girl, sybarite Peaches Geldof, is misdirected. After all, anyone's allowed to move to Brooklyn. If they happen to have a nice apartment, then so be it.

Well, maybe it's because the 19-year-old cokey rock-star child writes that the best part of living in Brooklyn is "the Spanish gangsters at the bagel shop who hit on me." She lives with two roommates—somebody calling themselves "Bunny," as well as "Lily," who is a Teen Vogue intern. Not sharing the apartment: her husband, musician Max.

Speaking of decorative objects, we're totally not buying the idea that they've actually read the books on the bookshelf: Isaac Asimov, Thomas Pynchon, Jungian Symbolism in Astrology, Water: For Health, For Healing, For Life, and The Da Vinci Code. Actually, we do believe those last three.

[The Selby]

Allison, Asha and Rambin dump the Web, embrace TV

Nicholas Carlson — Mon, 24 Mar 2008 16:00:50 EDT

It's unclear if wanterpreneurs Julia Allison, Meghan Asha and Mary Rambin will cancel their Silicon Valley tour entirely, but word is the trio has wised up to venture-capital realities. Valley angel Ron Conway, an early backer of Google and Ask.com, "has a list of 200 things he'd invest in and nowhere on there is content," Allison's friend David Karp, the founder of Tumblr, advised her. She got the same advice from Valleywag commenters. Undaunted, Allison, Asha and Rambin are already onto funding plan B. The New York Post reports the trio will star in a pilot for a reality TV show named IT Girls about creating their Web company. The difference between exposing every detail of their lives to Web viewers and TV audiences? The latter actually gets them paid.