Lindsay Lohan's Paparazzi Demolition Derby: The Sequel
A few minutes after 5pm last night, the Defamer inbox flooded with news (both from spies near the scene and those watching on local TV), about Lindsay Lohan's latest vehicular run-in with the paparazzi. Unfortunately, this was one of the rare moments when we weren't in front of our master the computer [Ed.note—We've already ordered stronger shackles.]. Here's the short version: Apparently fleeing some paparazzi, Lohan's black Mercedes collided with a red delivery van in front of the Newsroom on Robertson, treating many employees of nearby New Line Cinema to a breathtaking view of the ensuing chaos. Lohan and her passenger immediately sought the refuge of a nearby antique store with the improbable name of—we shit you not—Hideaway House. (Sadly, no one had to foresight to establish a small business called Run Here After The Paparazzi Make You Wreck Your Benz! Home Furnishings.) Lohan and her thrill-seeking passenger (you have to have a thirst for danger to take a ride with LL) sustained minor injuries, the guy in the van suffered more-than-minor injuries, and—we know what you're thinking—"Authorities said there was no evidence alcohol was involved in the crash." That certainly settles the issue for us.
After the jump, a couple of on-the-scene photographs sent in while Lohan's panic was still fresh. (More photos elsewhere, here and here.) Later today, we'll round up some of the reports and reaction we received, as well as anything else you send us upon returning to your office (cough-New Line!—cough) this morning.
Given the extreme punishment it's been subjected to under Lohan's ownwership, is anyone else starting to think that Mercedes must have been a Nazi hearse in a past life? Just thinking out loud here.
