Coachella 2012: Paris Hilton gets chummy with security
Who knew that Paris Hilton actually waited in security lines? One would imagine her being whisked in on a bejeweled golf cart through some back entrance accompanied by somebody in a band, not in the long VIP line toward the back of the polo field with the rest of the hoi polloi entering the Coachella festival grounds.
But there she was on Saturday, wearing a flowing rainbow-colored skirt and a halter top -- every bit as recognizable as she was during the halcyon days of the early aughts when her bootleg sex tape rocketed her to stardom -- but not as in demand.
It took one security guard a moment to register who she was before asking Hilton's friend about her camera.
"She's my photographer. I don't let anyone else take pictures of me -- you know, paparazzi," explained the heiress matter of factly as a dozen cameras clicked away from the line behind her. The guard was charmed, so Hilton stood beside him to chat after posing for a few photos with fans.
"Viva Coachella!" she cheered when the guard promised to remember her next time. "If this were Compton..." then she trailed off leaving an awkward non sequitur in her wake.
A giggling crowd followed her to the Coachella VIP lounge, past party producer Brent Bolthouse and his entourage, who were exiting. Bolthouse wore a studded leather jacket and checked his watch. His much anticipated Neon Carnival party was scheduled for takeoff at an airplane hangar later Saturday night.
Through the gates and around the corner, and there was child-star-cum-rocker Jared Leto with a friend who looked like a mini John Belushi. Nobody asked to take their picture.
-- Jessica Gelt
Photo: Paris Hilton poses with fans on Saturday as she enters the Coachella festival grounds. Credit: Jessica Gelt / Los Angeles Times