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Who Is Paige DeSorbo's New Boyfriend Joe D'Amelio?
Paige DeSorbo is newly dating Joe D'Amelio—her first relationship since splitting from Craig Conover in November 2024—and apparently she couldn't be happier. A source tells Us Weekly that the pair have been "quietly dating" for "a while now" and that "things between them are going really well." DeuxMoi even caught them chilling in Capri! Oh, and before that they were seemingly spotted taking in a football game in January: Cute/cool etc, but if you're left asking WHO IS JOE D'AMELIO, good question. The top notes? Joe is the senior vice-president at football marketing company Klutch Sports Group. Which explains the fact that they were spotted on a football date. So, Klutch Sports Group happens to have been founded by Rich Paul, who happens to be Adele's fiancé, which presumably means that Joe knows Adele. This tells me that Paige is inevitably going to meet Adele and they will become friends. It's simple science. According to the Daily Mail, Joe split up with his fiancé, Rachel Durante, in November—around the same time as Paige's split from Craig. Meanwhile, Rachel reportedly wrote this on Instagram in January... But there's no proof it's about Paige, so moving on! Allll the way back in 2020, Reality Blurb reported that Teresa had been leaving flirty comments on Joe's Instagram pics. An example? She dropped some fire emojis on a shirtless photo. But honestly this could mean nothing, so let's not read too much into it. The internet asked and answered that question back in January, when Joe and Paige were first linked: Which is why one of the only photos of Joe floating around is him staring off into the distance while wearing a baseball hat. It's his profile picture on an otherwise completely private Instagram. Us Weekly's source says that "It took a few months for Paige to warm up to being in another relationship again, but she moved on after Craig and is genuinely happy. She's in a totally different headspace now. Joe is a breath of fresh air for her. He's calm, grounded and much more low-key, which is exactly what Paige needed. He's already met her family, and they really like him. It's a different kind of relationship, and Paige is embracing that. She is having a lot of fun. Friends have seen a different side of Paige and can tell she is really happy right now." Love that for her!
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What happened to Amy Bradley? A timeline of her disappearance and rumoured sightings
A new Netflix documentary sets out to investigate the disappearance of Amy Bradley, who went missing from a cruise ship in 1998. The three-part Netflix series, which arrives on the streaming platform on 16 July, speaks to those at the centre of the disappearance, examines evidence from the unsolved case, and digs into the many alleged sightings of Bradley since she went missing nearly three decades ago. Ahead of the release of Amy Bradley Is Missing, here's a deep-dive into the case, including a timeline of Amy Bradley's disappearance and rumoured sightings of the missing woman. Amy Bradley is an American woman who went missing in March 1998 at the age of 23. Amy and her family were on the Royal Caribbean International cruise ship, Rhapsody of the Seas, en route to Curaçao at the time of her disappearance. She had recently graduated from Longwood University, and was travelling with her parents, Ron and Iva Bradley, and her younger brother, Brad. The Bradley family boarded the Royal Caribbean International cruise ship on 21 March 1998. Ron Bradley had won the all-expenses-paid trip from his employer and, despite her initial hesitation, Amy agreed to attend as a graduation celebration. She was known to have a fear of heights and expressed concerns over the size of the ship and being out on the ocean. Nevertheless, she joined her family aboard, intending to start a new job at a computer consulting firm upon her return. On the second evening of the cruise, Amy and her brother attended a disco party on the ship's ninth deck. Several witnesses saw the pair drinking alcohol with the ship's band, Blue Orchid, and Amy was also spotted spending time with band member, Alister 'Yellow' Douglas. The pair were also recorded dancing together by videographer, Chris Fenwick. Douglas claims he left the party at around 1am, while Amy's brother recalls leaving a few hours later. The ship's computerised lock system recorded that Brad returned to the family cabin at 3:35am, and Amy returned just five minutes later. Brad recalls sitting on the family's balcony with his sister, and the pair chatted until he went to bed. In the very early hours of 24 March, Ron recalls waking up between 5:15 and 5:30am to check on his children. He says she saw his daughter sleeping on the lounge chair of the cabin's balcony, later telling a local newspaper: "I could see Amy's legs from her hips down. I dozed back off to sleep. The balcony door was closed, because if it hadn't been closed, I would have gotten up and closed it." When Ron woke up again at 6am, he noticed Amy was missing along with her cigarettes and lighter. "I left to try and go up and find her. When I couldn't find her, I didn't really know what to think, because it was very much unlike Amy to leave and not tell us where she was going," he said at the time. Ron spent the next 30 minutes searching for his daughter in the common areas of the ship, he then went back to the family's cabin to inform them that he couldn't find her. The Bradley family immediately reported her disappearance to the ship's crew and pleaded with them to make an announcement to the rest of the passengers. The crew agreed to make the announcement later, but by this point the ship had already docked in Curaçao and many passengers had disembarked to spend the day exploring. After a four-day search, the Dutch Caribbean Coast Guard concluded its search for Amy, which had involved three helicopters, a radar plane, and a separate chartered boat. Upon conclusion of the search, authorities initially suspected that Amy had either fallen overboard or died by suicide. However, investigators said (per People) that there was "no evidence that Amy, a trained lifeguard, fell overboard, was pushed or committed suicide." On the morning of Amy's disappearance, three witnesses claimed to have seen her on the upper deck between 5:30 and 5:45am with band member Douglas – contradicting his statement that he left the party at 1am. The witnesses claim to have seen the pair with a camera, and testified that he handed her a drink. They also allege that the pair arrived at one of the ship's elevators together, and that he was then seen leaving the upper deck alone, shortly after 6am. In light of the witness statements and Amy's brothers claim that a conversation he had with the band member was "suspicious", Douglas was interviewed by the FBI and took a polygraph test, which he passed. Contrary to comments made by the Bradley family, Douglas has repeatedly and strongly denied knowing anything about Amy's disappearance. In April 1998, the Bradley family returned to Curaçao where they were approached by a local taxi driver. The driver claimed to have seen Amy while the ship was docked there on 24 March, describing her as running through a parking lot in search of a phone. He stated her recognised her green eyes, which were described in the reward poster, and alleges to have seen her at several locations across the island. However, none of these claims have been confirmed by authorities investigating the case. A few months after Amy's disappearance, two Canadian divers reported a possible sighting of her at a popular Curaçao diving beach known as Playa Porto Marie. One of the divers, who testified for the Federal Grand Jury, claimed that a woman matching Amy's description was in the presence of two "aggressive men". The diver – who accurately described Amy's tattoos as well as a watch she owned – said she tried to communicate with him, but was ushered away by the men she was with. "I am haunted by that encounter with Amy. I know it was her," the diver is reported to have said at the time. The FBI investigated the reported sighting but, like that of the cab driver's, were unable to corroborate the claims. In January 1999, Naval officer William Hefner claimed to have spoken to a woman who said she was Amy at a Curaçao brothel. According to Hefner, the woman approached him and said that her name was Amy Bradley. He claims she "begged" him for help, while explaining she was being held against her will and unable to leave. At the time, Hefner did not report the incident for fear it would impact his Naval career, but in May 2002 following his retirement, he contacted the Bradley family. Hefner said he "has no doubt" that the woman he met in the brothel was Amy but, as the brothel had burnt down by the time the sighting was reported, the FBI was unable to find evidence to support the claim. Another potential sighting of Amy was reported five years after her disappearance in San Francisco, California. Witnesses reported seeing a woman who matched Amy's description in the company of two men. The trio were alleged to have been watching a street musician at the time, and Amy is said to have given a "pleading" look to the witnesses who had clearly recognised her. According to the witnesses, upon noticing the interaction the men seized her and fled the scene. This prompted the FBI to release sketches of the men believed to be with Amy at the time, although nothing came of the alleged sighting. In March 2005, there were several reported sightings of Amy in Barbados. Numerous witnesses claimed to have seen her in Bridgetown, accompanied by four men who were discussing what sounded like an illegal "deal". Once again, composite sketches were drawn up based on the sighting and those alleged to have been accompanying Amy. Another potential sighting of Amy was reported in January 2007. Witnesses claim she was dining at a restaurant in Aruba with four men – although few details are known about this alleged sighting. In 2010, a jawbone washed ashore in Aruba. It was initially thought to be the jawbone of another missing woman, Natalee Holloway, but this theory was cleared. Even though, at the time, there were nine other vacationers said to be missing in the Caribbean, authorities declined to carry out further DNA testing on the material, although they said that the bone was human and likely from someone of Caucasian origin. Given the numerous alleged sightings of Amy since her disappearance, the most prominent theory is that she was kidnapped and sold into the illegal human trafficking industry in the Caribbean. Another alleged theory is that she was murdered and thrown overboard, however there is no evidence to confirm either theory. The final theory is that Amy fell overboard or committed suicide, as initially suggested by the authorities. "We've pursued every angle, from whether there was foul play, a suicide, or an accident, and we have basically not gotten anywhere," FBI special agent James Weber stated in November 1998. With no body found and no confirmed evidence to support a case, Amy was declared legally dead on 24 March 2010, twelve years after her disappearance. Netflix's three-part series, Amy Bradley Is Missing, is available to stream from 16 July.
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Kim Kardashian Addresses North West Paris Hotel Rumors from 2014
Kim Kardashian doesn't always go above and beyond to clear up rumors about herself, but there is one specific incident she really wants to clear up. In 2014, rumors spread that Kim had forgotten North West—then 12 months old—in a Parisian hotel. And she's still denying the claims over a decade later. The rumors started after Kim was seen exiting a hotel in Paris after fashion week in October 2014. She reportedly opened a car door, looked inside, and then went back into the hotel lobby, only to re-emerge with baby North. At the time, she claimed in a series of tweets that she had simply gone to check that North's car seat was safely set up before bringing her out. She even joked about the incident on Twitter, writing, 'Do u guys really think a 1 year old would be inside the lobby by herself! Oh wait she was waiting to check out lol.' Well, it turns out, that wasn't the entire story. In an Instagram Story shared last week, Kim shared a video clip of the incident and finally explained why she left North in the hotel. Spoiler alert: It wasn't all about car safety. 'I wanted to show off the look before holding her bc her outfit didn't match mine,' she admitted, adding, 'I didn't forget her!!!!' As reported by E! News, on the day in question Kim was wearing a matching pink set with a gray coat (see above), while North was dressed in all black. It's perfectly understandable for her to want to avoid an outfit clash with her baby. I mean, who among us has not had this very dilemma? Jokes aside, it's clear that Kim did not forgot her baby in the lobby of a hotel in Paris. If anything, this story's longevity is proof that North has always been a fashion week icon, even when she was just a toddler. Over the years, she's given us more memorable moments, like the time she held up a handmade 'STOP' sign for paparazzi during the 2022 Jean Paul Gaultier show. A scene-stealer at her very best.
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Suki Waterhouse Gets Hernia From Tight Leather Pants
Suki Waterhouse may have unlocked a new fear for us, thanks to a risky fashion choice. When fans started wondering about her whereabouts on social media, the Daisy Jones & The Six star opened up about a recent health scare that caused her sudden absence. ''Suki you never tweet anymore' have you ever considered I wore pants so tight 6 months ago it caused a hernia & I've been too scared to tell you,' the singer-songwriter wrote to her followers on Monday, July 14. The multihyphenate also shared a series of photos from the incident, including a selfie from a hospital bed and a photo of her performing in the skin-tight leather pants that caused her hernia. Naturally, the replies to her post were filled with concern and confusion, as one fan wrote, 'hope you're feeling better my dear, take care of yourself ❤️.' Another person took the opportunity to share their own experience with the condition, which involves the displacement of organs through the abdomen or groin area. 'Hey I gave my dad a hernia once x,' the fan wrote, to which Suki jokingly replied, 'well done!!' BTW: Here's a closer look at the infamous leather pants in action. Despite being hospitalized, she still sported wired headphones and kept a blue nicotine vape nearby. 'Vape in the hospital is diabolical,' someone responded, while Suki agreed, writing, 'So true.' Her hospitalization comes after she privately welcomed her daughter with Robert Pattinson in March 2024. The couple announced the birth of their baby the following month with an Instagram post of Suki holding her newborn in a swaddled blanket. 'Welcome to the world angel ❤️,' she captioned the Polaroid photo. As the 'Model, Actress, Whatever' artist is on the mend, she's set to take the stage at Colorado's Up in the Sky Music Festival this summer on August 8. Suki is also hitting the road in support of her sophomore album, Memoir of a Sparklemuffin, with a slew of festival shows and as an opening act on Laufey's A Matter of Time Tour later this fall.
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‘Anonymity is a cloak of power': Slutty Cheff on restaurants' dark sides, dating IRL and her audacious persona
It's been a whirlwind couple of years for anonymous 20-something writer and cook Slutty Cheff. In early 2023, she launched an Instagram account that posted fairly unappealing photos of food with lengthy, sexually-explicit captions (one shared alongside a photo of a beef sandwich, for example, opens: 'I remember this girl at school who used to be very ashamed of her long labia'). Today, Slutty has tens of thousands of followers, a column in British Vogue, and is about to publish her debut book, TART: Misadventures of an Anonymous Chef, a memoir, of sorts, that she's already adapting for TV with romcom heavyweights Working Title. Safe to say: it's been a lot. 'I'm feeling quite anxious and stressed,' she says when we speak a week before TART's publication day (it's out on 17th July via Bloomsbury). 'My opinion changes every day. Sometimes I'm like, 'Oh it's gonna be great', and then other times I disassociate a bit and get scared of people being mean online.' There's little chance of that, I think. TART is a funny, frenetic journey through almost two years of Slutty's life; cheffing, dating, and partying in London. We follow her through several — often very stressful — restaurant jobs, where she hones her cooking skills, faces misogyny in male-dominated kitchens, and meets friends and lovers, with whom she forms intense but usually temporary bonds (such is the nature of working 'anti-social' hours). Her trademark tongue-in-cheek humour and overt eroticisation abound, complemented by striking frankness, droll self-depreciation, and beautiful, intricate descriptions of the food she makes — notably Rick Stein's fish soup, made methodically and cathartically as a way of reconnecting with herself and her love of cooking. Like Lena Dunham, whose endorsement says she 'devoured' the book, I inhaled TART in less than a week. For those, like me, who spent their 20s finding their feet and partying too hard in a big city, it's an intoxicating, familiar read — and one that either sparks (rose-tinted) nostalgia or begets a full-body cringe. Which is it for Slutty? 'I still have a lot of the same qualities in terms of being erratic and not necessarily making the best choices to, you know, avoid things that might disturb my mental health,' she says. 'But looking back, I'm not like, 'Oh you fucking idiot, why are you doing that?' because I think it's important to make mistakes and learn from them.' More than anything, she adds, it just makes her miss the kitchen. 'Which is nice. It's like a sentimental, romantic thing. It's not just this unveiling of the toxic, horrendous side of a professional kitchen, it talks about the beauty in it as well.' Although it's pegged as a memoir, Slutty (a nickname even her friends now call her) describes TART as 'an amalgamation of fact and fiction'. She continues: 'Some parts are incredibly true and accurate, and others have been juiced up.' One bit that is depressingly true is Slutty's encounters with a chef colleague she calls Victor, who unwelcomely tries to flirt, always stands uncomfortably close, and even gropes her. 'I didn't say anything until a younger female chef joined and he did similar things with her and she spoke up,' says Slutty. '[In some ways] it was really great because it showed that even with just five years difference in generation, women are feeling less ashamed to call things out. I was really proud of her.' Throughout TART, Slutty makes no bones about the challenges of working as a woman in kitchens, especially as she's often the lone female chef (in fact, it was a now-notorious post mocking TikTok chef Thomas Straker's all-male, all-white kitchen staff that really skyrocketed her follower count). Slutty says she 'had a hard time' expressing anything about the misogyny in the kitchens she worked in because of 'not wanting to appear 'weak' because I'm a girl; I didn't want to showcase the stereotype of being emotional'. Does she think restaurants are moving more slowly when it comes to attitudes around gender equality? 'Probably yeah,' she says. 'But I think that's to do with the fact that running a restaurant is an incredibly hard feat, whether that's paying the bills, retaining the staff, or the labour of the job. There's so much going on, and there's so little money in it, that I think it's easier for a corporate office that has some crazy worldwide parent holding company and millions of pounds in their HR department to investigate these new ways of working. It probably is getting better as well. Each kitchen is different.' Although she's understandably fairly tight-lipped about her background (which, she tells me matter-of-factly, is 'middle class, nuclear family, older protective brother, younger frail sister with mental health issues, nice life, privilege, no real struggle, blah, blah, blah'), Slutty does know a thing or two about working in a corporate office, having left a marketing role for cooking school and then kitchens. 'I was bored of my office job,' she explains. 'I was sort of having a mental breakdown, so trying to be a chef was almost like, 'I'll just fucking give it a stab as a last resort, and if it goes bad, I'll go back to my job'.' It took a lot of hard work, but the risk paid off: despite the long, exhausting, and often blood pressure-raising hours, she loved being a chef — a fact that's effusively evident throughout TART. Slutty even continued working in restaurants after her Instagram took off and she'd scored her book deal, grafting in restaurants for much of the six months that it took her to write TART — which was no easy feat. 'I was writing every hour I had off work and became a shell of a human,' she previously revealed on Instagram. So, she took a break from working in restaurants to finish it, and is yet to go back full-time — with new writing opportunities in TV now taking up her time instead. Oh, and the chefs she used to work with do know about her Slutty alter ego. 'They were like, 'What the fuck?',' she recalls. 'Because I'm not very audacious as a person. The way that I write on Instagram is like the way you speak when you're out at night drunk, talking with a friend, and the next day you're like, 'Oh fuck, what did I say last night?'. It's inhibitions set free; having a laugh. It's the way I would speak to my closest, oldest girlfriends. Naturally when I was working in kitchens, I was just focused on doing a good job and being as good as the boys, so I didn't show that side of myself.' Her anonymity has emboldened Slutty to embrace this gutsy, cheeky, and sexed-up side without the usual fears or repercussions that come with being famous, and sexual, online, especially as a woman. 'Being anonymous gives me a secret cloak of power and ego that's always tongue-in-cheek,' she tells me, adding that it was an 'impulsive decision' to hide her identity — which she usually does so with a burger emoji, knitted burger mask, or carefully-placed accessories (edible and otherwise). 'I think the character [of Slutty Cheff] is wholly me, but it's a bit of me that I only show to people who I'm comfortable with and love.' Slutty doesn't hide everything about her non-alter ego life. We know she now has a boyfriend, after being single for nearly a decade, because she's written about him and posted mysterious hand/leg/back-of-head shots of him on Instagram — kind of a soft launch, except we'll never get the hard stuff. As someone whose newfound career centres on writing about her sex and dating escapades, how has being in a relationship influenced her work? 'Initially it was a real boner killer because, I don't know, you feel like you don't want to just report on someone else all the time,' she says. 'But I think I've escaped that now. There's a million stories to tell, whether you're in a relationship or not, and it can be equally as interesting [to look back]. I also don't want to bang on about being in a relationship because when I was single, someone talking about the trials and tribulations of being in love was just like, 'Oh fuck off'.' As she tries to figure out the perfect balance between boyfriend and non-boyfriend content, Slutty is also working on the TV adaptation of TART — 'there's no details to say because I'm being really shit at it while I'm so focused on the book stuff' — and will soon be getting started on book number two (again, no details for now). With all this fame and fortune, could she ever be tempted to reveal her identity? As it stands, she's committed to a 'face reveal' at one million followers. Will she stick to it? 'There's not a chance I'll ever get to a million followers because you have to do all of this dirty social media tomfoolery to get there, like short form videos, brand deals, and showing your ass,' she says. 'So I can't get to one million. But if I do, then I'll just delete one follower all the time. Maybe if someone outs me, then I'll crack on and show my face, but then who will give a fuck? It's all about the anonymity — that's the mystique.' Read on for an exclusive extract, adapted from TART: Misadventures of an Anonymous Chef by Slutty Cheff (Bloomsbury, £16.99). Spring is in the air. There are cocks everywhere: the forced rhubarb unveils its great erection from beneath the covers, courgettes showcase their bendy phallic form with pride, and girthy leeks pull back their skin. And all I can think about is sex. It's April now, a month since I cycled past that strange hot man smoking in the dark. It was Luca. And it was him who called me, trying to get me round for a booty call. I picked up while I was cycling, but I politely declined and explained to him I'd just ended things with a guy. I'd also just worked a double shift and I didn't feel all that sexy, with deep-fryer hair, a sweaty body and puffy tear-stained cheeks. But I didn't mention that to him; even in a state of wretched sadness I still think about impressing boys. Since that night, Luca has been persistent in helping me move past my heartbreak, not with sympathy and kindness, but with straight up sexting. We've texted every day since. He's a menace and I fancy him a lot. He's audacious and cocky, but my God is he hot. And after my recent failed attempt at real love, I fancy myself some short-lived lust. During the last month, he's hit me up for many a booty call, but it was only yesterday when I finally conceded. Although, I suppose a booty call is usually at night, whereas this was in broad daylight. 24 hours later and I'm back in the kitchen, but all I can think about is yesterday morning's sex. Sex flashbacks can be better than the real thing. They are like the Hollywood-produced trailer of your feature-length fornication; the bumpy bits are forgotten and the artful bits come to the forefront; the climax, the tit grab, the cock clasp, the tongue twirl. 'You've got a bit of a spring in your step today, don't you,' senior sous chef George says to me. It's been a gruelling month getting over my heartbreak, despite having Luca's sexts to keep me entertained, but as of yesterday, I have an effective distraction: Luca, the handsome gazelle. All day I've been thinking about him, and me, naked. 'Of course I'm happy,' I respond. 'I'm making staff food an hour after I was supposed to go home after my morning shift; that's just how much I love being here.' I'm making mac and cheese for the chefs, my silly boys. I lob a chunk of butter and a sprinkling of flour into a pan to make the roux for béchamel. Once it sizzles and starts smelling of biscuits, I pour in a little milk. I take a big spoon and use my motherly arms to stir my sauce, so the mix doesn't stick to the bottom of the pan. As I add more, it gets a little sleepier and starts moving slower. The boys don't realise their mother's glowing because she got laid last night, not because she loves them. TART: Misadventures of an Anonymous Chef by Slutty Cheff will be published via Bloomsbury on 17th July
