Jon Gosselin Image Credit: NYT

Remember Nikki Blonsky? She was the unknown Long Island teen plucked from a Cold Stone Creamery and cast as the star of the 2007 movie musical Hairspray. Now, a decade after that big splash, her acting career has slowed to a drip.

Recently she lent her voice to Pup Star, a direct-to-digital entry in the Air Bud extended universe. Soon she will appear in a horror movie opposite Gary Busey’s son.

But lately Blonsky has found a new performance platform: Cameo, a service that allows fans to pay low- to midrange celebrities to send them short, personalised video messages.


Blonsky is the bard of Cameo. She excels at the projection of intimacy. She takes a few spare details about her subject — an upcoming birthday, a career milestone — and spins them into a sugar-voiced pep talk filmed as a dim, shaky selfie.

The heady mix of heartfelt emoting and janky video quality creates the illusion of a bridged gap between celebrity and fan. The experience costs $20 (Dh73.45). I bought one for myself.


Cameo is an intriguing new development in celebrity-fan relations. Commoners have always had a tenuous relationship with the stars. Their images and life stories exert a strong gravitational pull over our own, and the internet has provided the opportunity for the masses to yank back.

Attempting to assert control in the confines of celebrity culture can take the form of fanatical image monitoring (as is the case with celebrity Photoshop-obsessed communities like Pretty Ugly Little Liar); creepy body fixations (indexing and cataloguing celebrity parts on sites like WikiFeet and CelebHeights.com); erotic fan fiction (where you can write your favourite star into any scenario you choose); and criminal invasions (hacking and trading nude images).


Cameo offers something new. It is a kind of celebrity ventriloquism — the opportunity to project your voice through a famous host. It is the Being John Malkovich of apps.


Here is how it works

Browse an array of available Cameo “talent” — the list includes The OC star Mischa Barton (current rate: $75), the NFL Hall-of-Famer Terrell Owens ($350), the former boybander Lance Bass ($125) and a raft of Real Housewives socialites — and choose your favourite player.

Then type in some credit card information and a set of instructions.
The dummy copy reads: “My buddy Shia (pronounced SHY-UH) is graduating from college on Saturday (my name is Jason). Played football with him for three years, loves all your content. Our favourite saying is ‘okay pal?’. Please wish him a happy graduation.”


If the celebrity accepts the request, a video will materialise in your inbox within a week. If he or she does not, you will receive a sad GIF and will not be charged.

Cameo “talent” is free to reject any request found “confusing, difficult, or not in line with an athlete’s or influencer’s image,” so the potential thrill of being recognised by a B-list celebrity always comes with the risk of being rebuffed by one.


The celebrity selfie is the new autograph

Steven Galanis, a former LinkedIn account executive who is CEO of Cameo, realised a couple years ago that “the celebrity selfie is the new autograph” and set out to democratise the experience with the help of co-founders Devon Townsend, a former Microsoft engineer, and Martin Blencowe, a producer and NFL agent.

Now, you no longer need to hope for a random celebrity run-in to secure such an image; you can pay Cameo to engineer it for you.
But Galanis’ even-more-valuable intuition was this; famous people are willing to do a lot more for money than was previously assumed. Galanis recalled asking the New York Knicks player Lance Thomas, a friend of his from college, how much it would cost for him to make an appearance at a Long Island bar mitzvah, and he replied, “Bro, I’ll go anywhere for $2,000.”


Galanis did the math: Maybe three hours at the event, plus one hour of travel each way, amounted to about six dollars a minute. But boil an “appearance” down to just the few minutes is takes to shoot a video, and such experiences could be made available on a wide scale — “the greatest gift ever, and cheaper than a ticket to a Knicks game,” Galanis said.

Thomas is now a Cameo investor and on its talent roster.
 Along the way, Cameo has unwittingly created a new style of performance. Some practitioners are more skilled than others. Occasionally, requested messages enter the celebrity’s brain and come out garbled. Others just seem insincere.
Even a “bad” Cameo offers something of value, which is a totally new way of analysing a celebrity persona.

Dina Lohan, best known for giving birth to Lindsay, has struggled to adapt to the form. In her Cameos, she regularly appears perched in a striped armchair next to an enormous silk curtain contraption, filmed from across the room by an unseen handler. Her messages come off as scripted and rote, which, of course, they are. She has received such feedback from users as “She said 31st birthday instead of 35th” and “She doesn’t seem to be having fun.”

What did I get

But there is also something wonderful about receiving a text message containing an artefact like this. It is like a direct injection of her arid momager essence.
A few celebrities appear to be using Cameo as a one-on-one image rehabilitation service.

When I requested a Cameo from Jon Gosselin of Jon & Kate Plus Eight, he made sure to casually drop this: “I’m so busy I had to do it from my car.” $40

Rebecca Black, who rose to infamy as an awkward teenager in 2011, when a low-budget music video for her puzzling and atonal single, Friday went viral, has re-emerged on Cameo, where she seems to have found her calling. Now 21, she is suddenly gorgeous and self-assured. In her videos, she appears winkingly gracious to her “fans” for listening to Friday, then performs a twee ukulele version. Her voice sounds amazing. $30

In addition to soliciting Cameos from Blonsky and Gosselin, I bought videos from the celebrity gossip Perez Hilton, the youth culture queen Bella Thorne and Lohan. Because I am a sadist, I asked them to say “Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers.” They mostly did, and now I feel strangely tender toward them all.


Except for Lohan. Instead of repeating the tongue twister, she sat in her chair, told “me,” I guess, that she had just returned from opening Lohan Beach Clubs in Greece, and wished my family “love, laughter and great health.” She did not say my name. $75