Paris Hilton—once the queen of early 2000s reality TV, now a mogul, mother, and advocate—has lived more lives than a cat with a caffeine addiction. In a rare unfiltered chat, she spills on her wild career ride, from milking cows (reluctantly) to bottling youth in jars.
At 17, she traded LA’s gilded cage for New York’s concrete jungle, strutting down runways like a gazelle in stilettos. "David LaChapelle turned me into living art," she recalls, her voice still sparkling like champagne. "Back then, every photoshoot felt like stealing fire from the gods."
Forget billion-dollar brands—her proudest title? "Mom."
she says.
(Though, given her new skincare line, she’s clearly trying.)
The infamous
dairy farm gig still haunts her. "Those udders were nature’s betrayal," she shudders.
(Oat milk sales spike predicted.)
