My first trip to Japan, in 1998, began with an enormous crowd of Japanese paparazzi and television crews, all waiting for me to clear customs in Tokyo (a first-time experience for this wine critic). Over the next five days, the attention never waned.
I'm kind of well-known in Holland, which is nice. But in Holland, we're down to earth; there are no paparazzi in my garden and no autograph hunters at the door. We have 'Strictly Come Dancing,' but I've not been asked.
People get a little sidelined thinking that fame and fortune is going to bring them happiness, peace and contentment in their lives. Everyone thinks they want to be famous until the paparazzi are in their face, and then they're asking, 'Just give me some privacy.'
I had a horrifying, frightful encounter with the paparazzi while I was with my baby.
I don't really resent being on the red carpet as much as I do having to deal with the paparazzi.
I'm at that great level where fans will stop and say 'hi,' which I love, but the paparazzi don't care, which is incredible.
I'm intensely private, and I've openly shown annoyance at the paparazzi.
This just goes to show how low the paparazzi will go trying to get a photo. If they break the law, they will be arrested. This one got away, but the next one won't.
It is my sense that the activities of the paparazzi have grown more and more aggressive over the last couple years.
I was terrified that this time the physically aggressive paparazzi would put both me and my baby in danger.