But he had been an internet celebrity long before then, as the founder of Isanyoneup? On CNN's The Anderson Cooper Show in November , he told two women who had had photos of themselves posted on his site that it was their fault for allowing the pictures to be taken. Moore maintained that he took down images when requested, but victims claimed that their requests were ignored. Moore had resisted all attempts to take down his site which, in August , had been receiving around , unique users per day.
It could not confirm what action, if any, was being taken. IsAnyoneUp was set up at the end of - originally as a way for Mr Moore to write stories about his own experiences with women, as well as post pictures. There were very few subjects off limits for Mr Moore.
Most popular, he said, were posts showing teachers. I have to pay my bills. But if it wasn't me, somebody else was going to do it.
All I did was really perfected the way to monetise people's naked pictures. As the site's notoriety grew, so too did the media coverage and, Mr Moore claimed, threats to his safety. I'd be interested to see what route people would take just because I'm so bored with my life and reading all these stupid emails from people trying to sue me for millions of dollars, but no - I haven't had anything happen yet.
The site's fans - of which there were many - continued to support it, despite increased media scrutiny, setting up online campaigns to save it.
He was able to have one woman's pictures removed. Mr Moore acknowledged it as the only successful claim. Mr Brown utilised a law intended to help copyright holders remove content from the likes of YouTube. As the picture was a self-portrait, copyright belonged automatically to the woman in question.
A removal request was sent; not to Mr Moore, but to the host of his website. This content is not available due to your privacy preferences. Update your settings here to see it. Recommended For You. Ryan asks them how to press charges. At a. Am I OK, he wants to know.
I decline his offer and go to sleep. T he last time i see Moore is in New York. He is chagrined. Words were exchanged. Moore threw a coke key at Cowboy, whereupon they commenced to tussle. Next thing Moore knew, the police were cuffing him and he was being head-patted into the back of a cop car. So instead of partying it up rock-star-style in the basement of the Hotel Chantelle, he spent several hours behind bars, while a gaggle of scene girls in pleather corsets, ripped stockings and stripper heels posed for photos with some fairly titillated policemen outside the station.
Even after he was released and was back at the Hudson Hotel, in bed with his friend Jazmin and some skinny blond chick, he still felt down-in-the-mouth about the whole thing. He woke up to Google his charges. But still. Crazy, sober living or something? Like, unless I raped Steve Jobs, what else is there? One of his biggest traffic days ever was the day he was stabbed. We have burgers at some grimy joint. Moore orders a club soda. Nor has he heard from Ryan again.
Who gives a fuck about that guy? No more deepness from Moore, no more examining of the soul. Hunter Moore, after a long evening in New York. Peter Yang for Rolling Stone. Newswire Powered by.
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