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Lest he appear gauche, Karl Lagerfeld is tightening his belt in These Economic Times. Just like us! Spiegel reports:
In an interview with the German weekly Die Zeit this week, the couturier says, "I have moved to a smaller house in Paris, and I don't fancy having so much staff now."
His domestic help won't all be unemployed, though. "The chambermaid, chauffeur and chef are still musts," he says, "around the clock."
One can't go completely without, after all. Karl's other "musts" include his three Hummers — he keeps two in Paris and one in Monte Carlo. "The Hummer is like a tank and gives me a feeling of security," the Kaiser said. "I don't want to drive at the same level as the others." And though he recently purchased a new home in Vermont, he points out that it wasn't flashy. "In fact it's almost Puritanical. For me it's a new form of modesty." That ought to make Vermont feel nice and special.
'New World' Good for Luxury [Spiegel]
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Filed Under: 'tis the season to be broke, economy, karl lagerfeld
The fire trucks are pulling in again at 36th and Lexington. It's the second time in the past few years — once a couple of years back for a huge blaze that blew out windows and blackened the facade of the brownstone at 135 East 36th, and today for a partial collapse of the same building. The brownstone is home to the Namibian mission to the United Nations, and it sat, dark and burned-out at the end of its well-kept block, until earlier this year. Several months ago, the Namibians started a major renovation, one that called for the whole back of the building to be sawed off and a new glassed-in wing to be built over the rear garden. And we could not help noticing, once the scaffolding went up, that the walls had been secured — or "secured" — with huge angle irons bolted through the brickwork. We'll be walking on the other side of Lex for awhile.
Partial Wall Collapse Near 36th and Lex [Curbed]
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Filed Under: murray hill, namibia, neighborhood watch
Every once in a while here at Daily Intel, we are in a position to help our dear, beloved readers. And we are so very glad to do so! Today, for example, we heard about something you may want to get involved with. See, you know how the economy has been screwing with everybody, even the extremely rich? Well, there's been an obvious solution to all of this that has been staring us in the face the whole time: reality television! Of course! It will give rich people something to do with their time, and for the rest of us it will put a human face on the shadowy people who messed up the economy in the first place! A casting company is sending around a call for New York's "rich, powerful and elite" to audition for a reality-based program on a major network. Here's what they're asking:
• Have you made your millions through countless hours of hard work & sweat?
• Were you “fortunate” enough to be born into a financially successful family?
• Are you so busy, you often don’t have time to work through personal issues?
• Do you constantly have unresolved issues on your mind?
This sounds like reality gold. And we know for a fact there are some regular readers of this blog who qualify. Shooting starts in February. Send your story to MillionaireCasting@gmail.com. Our future is in your hands!
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Filed Under: crazytown, reality television, tv, white men with money
"Madoff remained cloistered in his Upper East Side penthouse, a neighbor on E 64th Street said. The neighbor, who asked not to be identified, said he saw the alleged con artist looking forlorn and puffing a cigar by his window at 3 a.m. yesterday. His wife, Ruth, came and cradled his head in her arms." Sad. Wait. Why was the neighbor looking at his window at 3 a.m.? [NYP]
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Filed Under: ballsy crimes, bernard madoff, bernie madoff, business, Neighborhood Watch, scams, scandals
We hope you're getting used to this whole celebrities "interning" thing, because it doesn't appear to be going away anytime soon. Hell, we're not even going to fight it! (Mostly just because we hope to have our own one day.) Model Lydia Hearst is the latest to join this ambitious group of individuals eager to abandon their famous-person egos for the sake of learning another trade, beginning at the lowest rung. She just started interning at BlackBook's Website, but you could practically tell that from her glasses and coffee cup, right? We're told her tasks today included "messengering BlackBook’s 2009 Guides to some well known influencers in fashion, media, music, etc." Thank you, BlackBook. While Vogue let its famous intern Sean Avery sit in on meetings with senior staff and fly across the country to help with photo shoots, it sounds like Lydia is doing the exactly the kind of grunty work interns are supposed to do. Or at least, that's how it appears so far. We'll learn the whole story tomorrow when she blogs all about it. We know — good luck sleeping tonight.
Our New Intern: Lydia Hearst [BlackBook]
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Filed Under: blackbook, interns, lydia hearst, model tracker
Brian d'Arcy James wears plenty of green makeup to play Shrek. So what does that do to your face? "I have more skin-care products than my wife," said James on opening night. Watch our Party Lines slideshow for more grooming tips from Kathy Lee Gifford and Rosie Perez.
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Filed Under: brian d'arcy james, party lines
In this week's magazine, New York's David Edelstein reviews Revolutionary Road, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, The Day the Earth Stood Still, Doubt, Gran Torino, The Wrestler, Che, The Reader, and Where God Left His Shoes. How's Jim Carrey on money these days? Willa Paskin investigates. Bilge Ebiri catches up with Julia Ormond. Justin Ravitz raps with Sandra Bernhard. Noah Marcel Sudarsky talks with Vik Muniz on guest-curating his new MoMA show. Boris Kachka lobs questions at playwright David Lindsay-Abaire about his Shrek the Musical. Sam Anderson reads Susan Sontag's diary. And Justin Davidson reviews Alisa Weilerstein.
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Filed Under: in the magazine
Matthew Broderick plays the voice of the title character in Universal's animated Despereaux, an adorable mouse with teacup ears. But in real life, creatures of the rodent persuasion kind of freak the actor out a little. Especially the sneaky, agile kind that populate the West Village where he lives. "We had a mouse problem," Broderick told us at the movie's Saturday premiere. "I was once watching TV, and one crawled straight up a curtain to the ceiling," he said. "That scared me; I didn't know they could climb up to the ceiling." So what did he do? Swat it with one of wife Sarah Jessica Parker's Emmys? Not quite. He brought in reinforcements. "I froze, and very delicately picked up my cell phone and called my assistant [and said] that there's a mouse up very high on a curtain," Broderick recalled. Huh, we said. What did he want her to do about it? "Come get me."
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Filed Under: desperaux, mathew broderick, party lines
Until about five minutes ago, we didn't even realize that a list like this even existed, but now that we're aware of it, we feel compelled to share it with you. Nielsen has just released their list of the top ten most effective product placements on television for the year 2008, and as frequent television viewers might expect, the Bravo network captured eight of the ten spots on the chart. Our hearty congratulations go out to Lauren Zalaznick and crew for being the year's biggest sell-outs most successful product-placement integrators! [Nielsen Wire]
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Filed Under: Bravo, Project Runway, Sell-Outs, Top Chef
The British Fashion Council recently announced the 24 winners of New Gen sponsorship, which Topshop backs. Those winning support for a runway show at London Fashion Week in February include veteran designers Danielle Scutt, House of Holland, Louise Goldin, Meadham Kirchhoff and Peter Pilotto, and newcomers Mary Kratrantzou, Mark Fast, and Nasir Mazhar. Past winners include Alexander McQueen, Jonathan Saunders, and Giles Deacon. [Telegraph]
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Filed Under: awards, british fashion council, danielle scutt, house of holland, louise goldin, mark fast, mary kratrantzou, meadham kirchhoff, nasir mazhar, new gen, peter pilotto, topshop
It's something of a tradition in the gallery world that the weeks leading up to Christmas be given over to group shows, and the crush of artists and dealers at Museum 52's opening on Friday night had the feel of a Yuletide office party for the downtown art scene. Tastefully disheveled people clutching beers circulated the two-tiered Rivington Street space, socializing and occasionally examining the more than 50 tabletop-size sculptures underfoot — many placed directly on the floor — that had been contributed by artists including Jon Kessler, Sarah Braman, Matthew Day-Jackson, Nicole Cherubini, and Frank Benson. "I feel like I'm not going to too many holiday parties, so this is how I'm celebrating Christmas," said Anya Kielar, a co-founder of artist-run Guild & Greyshkul Gallery who had a piece in the show. "This week I've been in three group shows. It's nice." But, as with any office party, there were looming perils — mainly that the artworks, which had mostly been kept to a Lilliputian size limit of two feet high with a one-foot-square base, were constantly in danger of being trampled by the crowd. A crumpled sphere of painted paper by Lansing-Dreiden that was at the top of the stairs kept being kicked around like a soccer ball; nearby a concrete sculpture by David Brooks that was embedded with eggshells and protruding Rebar was continually toppled over. "If I was the gallerist, I would have a heart attack," said Dustin Yellin, who had strategically mounted his striking resin-encased volumetric drawing of an MRI scan on a sturdy wooden plinth. "This is terrifying."
Matthew Dipple, the affable British proprietor of the year-old space, was weaving through the crammed gallery with a yellow highlighter to mark hands for the after-party. "It's a really busy opening," he said, acknowledging that the gallery was way over capacity. "I'd hate for anything to get moved or damaged. The idea was to have a gathering of sculptures and then a gathering of people to come and see the sculptures. I've seen a lot of people tonight, which is great, so fingers crossed that nothing has gotten damaged and everyone here has enjoyed the show." Eventually a gallery worker took a post at the top of the stairs to limit the flow of people. (The downstairs gallery, which included a nice Daniel McDonald figurine of a deranged Uncle Sam trapped under a novelty-size martini glass with a broken disco ball in his arms, was more sparsely attended.) Outside the painter Dana Schutz, whose husband Ryan Johnson had a piece in the exhibition, said some people had tried to defend the works. "My friend said she actually got shoved trying to protect one of the David Altmejd sculptures." But she added that works getting knocked around small gallery shows are somewhat par for the course. "I remember one time somebody's hood got stuck in one of my paintings and it was wet and they smeared the paint all around the show, which was kind of a bummer," she said. "Another time a small child sort of monoprinted their forehead on one of my paintings." Despite the tumult — which ultimately didn't do lasting damage to any art, according to Dipple — Schutz declared the night a success. "I think it's a great show," she said.
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Filed Under: art, Danniel McDonald, Frank Benson, Jon Kessler, Matthew Day-Jackson, matthew dipple, Nicole Cherubini, Sarah Braman
SKIN
• Skin-care company Hydroderm sued Teri Hatcher in 2005, alleging she endorsed a rival product in breach of her endorsement-deal contract with them. Hatcher aggressively fought the suit and just won. Hydroderm paid Hatcher an undisclosed sum and apologized. So that plan backfired. [People]
HAIR
• Facial hair is the hot look among laid-off high-powered executives now free from the trappings of the clean-shaven office look. Screw hemlines! Who knew facial hair could be so indicative of a bad economy? [WSJ]
MAKEUP
• Drugstore.com is selling an early shipment of the CoverGirl lip stains for $7.50 each. The ten-color line will be available everywhere in January, which is exciting since they are shaped like markers, so you can literally color yourself. [Nylon]
• Too Faced Cosmetics' latest bronzer is brown, nude, and pink in a leopard pattern. Tacky or cute? [BlackBook]
• Apparently the world will never tire of seeing rocker guys wearing makeup. Even if said makeup wearing didn't occur in this decade. [HuffPo]
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Filed Under: beauty marks, hair, makeup, skin, teri hatcher
"Last Friday I got a notice, in effect a letter," Mort Zuckerman told CNBC's Erin Burnett this afternoon, "saying, 'I'm terribly sorry, but all of the money that you put with me was apparently invested with Bernie Madoff … he has gone bust and that money is all lost and I feel terribly.'" The letter was from Ascot Partners, a fund run by GMAC chairman J. Ezra Merkin. Did it say exactly those words? Probably not. Anyway, Mort's point in being on the show was to say that he had no idea who Bernie Madoff was — "never heard of this guy Madoff. I never met him. I've never done business with him" — and that, furthermore, contrary to reports in the Journal, the $30 mil he lost was from his charitable trust. He was not, as the paper indicated, "significantly exposed" as a person. So, despite the fact that he was, "to put it mildly, not very happy," just to clarify, he's still rich, and in fact he has bigger problems: "I just found out about this on Friday," he said. "I spent the weekend taking my daughter to see the Jonas Brothers, so I haven't been thinking about this, and after that concert I'm trying to regain my hearing, which I've barely done." And to make matters worse, that "S.O.S" song is just stuck inside his head.
Zuckerman says trust manager invested with Madoff-CNBC [CNBC]
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Filed Under: bernard madoff, bernie madoff, mort zuckerman, The Greatest Depression
We went to another office holiday party! L Magazine, the little (print!) listings guide that could, threw a — possibly postmortem — seasonal shindig on Friday. At a time when editorial assistants all over the city are being fired, it proved that sometimes it's good to be the little guy, since no one's expecting Snow Queen vodka or take-home ice-sculpture nutcrackers. Score one for alcoholic underdogs everywhere! It was down at Home Sweet Home, which isn't, technically, near the L train. When we snuck down the staircase there wasn’t really anyone at the door, except two drunk interns wearing Santa hats so you could find them and make fun of them. (Interns are great, aren’t they? You can publicly dress them up for the holidays and they don’t even complain. Like real-person paper dolls, except they secretly resent you.)
There was a legit open bar, as free and charmingly budget as L Magazine, but it ended promptly at 10:30. Since we got there a little bit late (long story), we had just enough time to triple-fist a few Smirnoff-and-tonics, and even though it’s hard to hold three drinks in that triangle shape, we only spilled a little. We had a good time — it was a lively crowd, especially the corner with the n +1 guys (no, seriously). But except for the taxidermy (which is a sadly apt media metaphor, when you think about it), it was pretty much like every other LES party we’ve been to this year — dark basement, flannel, marginally employed creative types, Nicky Digital. Oh well; free gin. Happy holidays!
Verdict (Out of 5): Food: 1 (we know you have to slither into those skinny jeans, but an ironic concession to food would have been appreciated); drink: 3 (free; there); venue: 4 (taxidermy gets people talking); debauchery: 2; exclusivity: 2.
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Filed Under: l magazine, media, office party patrol
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Filed Under: music, peter bjorn and john, right-click
Last week we learned a Hollywood actress was rumored to be the face of Dolce & Gabbana's new makeup line. Style.com now reports that a Hollywood actress, namely Scarlett Johansson, will be the face of the label's spring 2009 campaign. So for the season thus far, we've got Madonna for Louis Vuitton, Katie Holmes for Miu Miu, and possibly ScarJo for Dolce. Is it just us, or does this lack the minor shock factor of the Holmes and Madge castings? Sure, she looks great and has a great figure, but what has Scarlett done to intrigue lately? Katie Holmes has followed up her marriage to the couch-bouncing Scientologist with birthing one of the universe's cutest children and making series of awkward fashion statements. Madonna freaking had an affair with A-Rod, divorced her husband, and had Britney Spears perform at her concert in L.A. Meanwhile Scarlett Johansson married Ryan Reynolds and isn't even on bump watch. Then again, we haven't seen her wearing a lot of Dolce lately, so maybe this is just a rumor and someone more intriguing is in Dolce's campaign future. Like … Ashley Dupré! Hey, girls can dream…
Is Scarlett Dolce’s New Beauty? [Style.com]
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Filed Under: campaign trail, dolce and gabbana, katie holmes, luis vuitton, madonna, miu miu, scarlet johansson
Following in the footsteps of Aerosmith, the no-longer-technophobic dudes of Metallica have just announced that they too will be partnering with Activision to release an (almost) all-Metallica version of Guitar Hero: World Tour sometime in the first half of 2009. The track list has yet to be nailed down, but the Über-geeks over at 1UP got a sneak peek at some of the songs and it looks to be a rager. Don't be caught unprepared: It's best to follow Vulture's lead and start building up the calluses on your fingers now. [Rolling Stone]
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Filed Under: Metallica, Video Games
If most women were forced to rank the "Top 3 Things We Would Like To Run Our Hands Through", surely "Jon Hamm's Hair" would fall somewhere in between "George Clooney's Ass Cheeks" and "Piles of Unmarked Bills." So would you believe it? Turns out Jon Hamm hates his hair... and calls it the "bane of his existence":
Jon Hamm has a confession to make: He hates his hair. That may come as a surprise to fans of the actor, whose slick-backed hair is part of his signature look on "Mad Men"... In the new movie "The Day the Earth Stood Still," Hamm sports a slightly different 'do, with his bangs combed rakishly over one eye. It was in the context of promoting the sci-fi remake that Hamm revealed his tonsorial frustration. (Ed. Note: Looks like someone's retaking their SATs...) "It's the bane of my existence. Goofy hair," he said in a self-deprecating interview with CNN. "It never looks good ... It's a pain."Listen, Jon Hamm -- we LOVE your hair. It's part of what makes Don Draper Don MOTHERF*CKING Draper. However, we also want you to be happy. Which is why we'd like to offer you these 10 other possible hairstyles that might make you a little more comfortable. We begin with something simple: Our canvas, if you will... "The Bald". Readers, feel free to grab a copy, photoshop your own suggested 'do onto it, and link to it in our comments section. Let's get started: THE BALD
London-based designer Amanda Wakeley was forced out of her own company last week, the result of an ownership transition by banker Jason Granite, who bought the company from Saudi billionaire Walid Juffali on December 4. "I have been advised that I will be no longer required and have tendered my resignation which has been accepted with immediate effect," Wakeley said in a statement last Thursday. "I shall leave the company today." Wakeley, who launched her eponymous company in 1990 and quickly became known for her red-carpet-friendly pieces, wasn't the only one to go — thirteen other staffers were dismissed owing to the management shake-up. That's a brave move for the new CEO, disassociating the founding designer with her own label. However, Granite appointed Jo Rossell, Wakeley's head designer since 2006 and previous designer of Reiss, to take over as head of creative design. Rossell's first collection will debut in September for the spring/summer 2010 season.
British designer Amanda Wakeley leaves her label [Telegraph]
Rossell In [British Vogue]
Amanda Wakeley Steps Down Following Sale of Label [Drapers]
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Filed Under: amanda wakeley, ins and outs, jason granite, jo rossell
When last we left Gossip Girl's Chuck Bass, he was having a rough time of it — drunk, angry, and alone after the death of his father, he looked, literally and figuratively, to be on the verge of teetering into the abyss. But the manicured dandy of the Palace Hotel shouldn't let himself fall just yet, for he is loved: When last we checked, Chuck Bass's Facebook fan club was over 40,000 strong. Men want to be him and women want to … well, you know. And while he may be feeling alone right now ("I don't have a family," he snarled at Lily on the church steps), he does, in fact, belong somewhere. Chuck is, after all, the latest in a long and illustrious line of wicked womanizers. And all he has to do to bring them back to life is crack a book. Or check out our slideshow.
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Filed Under: The Greatest Show of Our Time
For Jeff Goldblum, the balancing act between disappearing into a part and maintaining his branded sensibility is nothing new. Still, his performance in Adam Resurrected, Paul Schrader’s challenging adaptation of Israeli author Yoram Kaniuk's acclaimed 1968 novel, is striking: Playing Adam Stein, a German circus performer who survives the Holocaust but finds himself in an Israeli asylum with other Holocaust survivors when he can’t cope with his memories, Goldblum has not only to affect a German accent but also has to run through an almost inconceivable gamut of emotions. All this while he’s also been cast on Law & Order. Goldblum spoke to Vulture about his new part, his old part — his turn in Annie Hall — and his fears about tackling such a legendary book.
Is this the first time you’ve had to do an accent on film?
I’ve done it in a play or two, but in a movie, I think it is the first time. I didn’t know if I would do it at first. I’d also seen films where American actors played prisoners in concentration camps and used their regular American accents. But they had cast of three spectacular German actors in the film – Joachim Krol, Juliane Kohler, and Moritz Bleibtreu. So I worked on an accent with a dialect person in L.A., then I went to Berlin for a month and worked on it there.
Did you have any qualms about taking on a novel that was so legendary and beloved in Israel?
Absolutely. The book was actually very controversial when it came out — it had the same tone as The Tin Drum, Catch 22, and Slaughterhouse Five. Only after some time did it become an internationally celebrated book, when Susan Sontag compared it to Garcia Marquez and Faulkner. But even when it was published, Charlie Chaplin had called Yoram Kaniuk over the phone and barked about how he had to play this part. And Orson Welles had also wanted to make it a movie at one point. It was actually very helpful to meet with Kaniuk, who was a very generous and helpful guy. I could see that much of the sensibility of the book is him. He’s snarky and dark and hilarious and brilliant and contradictory and unexpected at every turn. It was also a sobering and alerting challenge. I’d talked to a lot of Holocaust survivors in L.A. and Europe. I knew I had to do my best to meet everyone’s expectations.
It seems to me you’re doing more personal projects these days, taking bigger risks.
I’ve always been able to pick projects for myself, but yes, I think in recent years that’s been more the case. My great teacher Sandy Meisner always said, “Don’t copy anybody. Always try to find your own unique way.” The whole endeavor of acting has been a wild-hearted adventure for me. As I get better and better, I feel like I can take more risks. I certainly have more of an appetite for it.
Is it ever difficult to put your own personal stamp on roles in big-budget films or big franchises like Jurassic Park, Law & Order, Independence Day?
Not really. I liked making those movies. Even though Jurassic Park was a big franchise movie, I appreciated how Steven Spielberg was very character-oriented and very independent in spirit. It was inspiring to work with him.
In Annie Hall, you had a tiny but famous part as a person at an L.A. party on the phone saying he’d forgotten his mantra. As someone who studied the Meisner technique, which says to build emotional lives for your characters, did you actually have a mantra in mind? And if so, what was it?
I did have something specific in mind. My character was obviously supposed to be a California New Age spiritual type. In fact, I myself was not unfamiliar with transcendental meditation myself. I studied TM. When you’re initiated and they give you your mantra, your initiator whispers in your ear. It’s purposefully designed for you, and it must never be spoken aloud or told to anyone. So I adhered to that, even in the imaginary world. So I can’t tell you.
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Filed Under: adam resurrected, chat room, jeff goldblum, movies
After years of delays, officials say that permanent construction of Brooklyn Bridge Park, along the Dumbo–Brooklyn Heights waterfront, officially begins today and should be completed by the end of 2009. As for that plaza section right under the bridge, it may serve temporarily as a Greenmarket area and ice-skating rink while also being used for construction work on the bridge itself. Nice. [Brooklyn Paper]
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Filed Under: brooklyn bridge, brooklyn bridge park, neighborhood watch, parks, real estate
Lots of boyfriends have a hard time picking out gifts their girlfriends actually like. But Hills star Brody Jenner is going the safe route — diamonds. When asked about the most creative gift he's ever given at the Z100 Jingle Ball on Friday, he replied, "I can't tell you because I'm giving it to my girlfriend." But then told us anyway: "It's pretty good — it has diamonds in it, and it has pink diamonds in it. It's very creative — gonna mean a lot to her … I had to be all shady behind her back and talk to her friends." Was there a glue gun involved? "No glue gun, professional stone-setters." Whew.
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Filed Under: brody jenner, party lines
Once a week, Daily Intel takes a peek at what your friends and neighbors are doing behind doors left slightly ajar. Today, the Trader Who Will Fly for Sex: 27, male, West Village, straight, single.
DAY ONE
9 a.m.: Wake up hung-over and stumble to the bathroom. I took the day off for my mental health, but it doesn't mean I don't focus on the markets. I watch them like a hawk both for my personal account, which has taken a sizable hit, and the firm.
11 a.m.: Working from home and in constant communication with my team. Defeating the purpose of taking a day off.
12:30 p.m.: Quick lunch by my lonesome. Overnight bag packed. I dash to JFK. I am on one of my swinging adventures tonight. I have not been in a serious relationship since 2004. I am generally focused on sex and sexual experiences.
2:30 p.m.: Flying to one of our finest flyover states to participate in a MFM threesome. I have Adult Friend Finder to thank.
12:31 p.m.:However, hubby is annoying me. My swinging M.O. is simple: exchange recent pics of him and her. Talk on the phone. Set a date. Fly. Fuck like mad. Return to NYC. When it works, it is a very efficient way to get hot NSA sex. I am well versed in great airport hotels that offer discretion and value.
12:32 p.m.: Hubby keeps annoying me with texts — "she's so wet for you!" Decide to humor him. After all, he is letting me have sex with his wife.
5 p.m.: Hotel. It is not the regular hotel I use for my encounters — that hotel was booked for a convention. I am annoyed; there is no room service, and I'm in the middle of effing suburbia.
7 p.m.: Downing Coronas at the local Applebee's.
8 p.m.: Hubby calls. I tell him the Applebee's is very crowded — with families and teens. A young black man meeting with a white couple raises eyebrows in certain places. It is probably best if we meet at the T.G.I. Friday's.
8:20 p.m.: They show. Wifey looks like her pics, which is good. Hubby seems a little nervous. I act like I've known them forever — him a hearty hand shake, kiss her on the cheeks. We order drinks and talk for a bit. It is all about making sure that all parties are comfortable and relaxed.
9 p.m.: Back at the hotel. We are both undressing wifey. She has massive breasts, which I love. I play with them. Hubby is naked, playing and taking pics.
9:30 p.m.: Wifey deep-throats me … awesome. MILFs. I start fucking her. We are getting verbal (this is part of the fantasy/roleplay) — I am asking her if this was what she wanted — big black cock. Hubby alternates between taking pics and encouraging her.
10 p.m.: We have sex in a variety of positions. While it feels good, there is no way I am losing control. That is a big swinging no-no, unless the couple wants that.
10:02 p.m.: Finish.
11 p.m.: Falf-hearted sex for the second round, but I am tired. I dutifully take the camera for a bit.
11:30 p.m.: Saying our good-byes. I tell them I enjoyed it, which I did, but I like playing with my regular couples better. I tell them to keep in touch and send me the pics so I can store/post them on my AFF profile. They leave, I crash. I am on the first flight back to NYC in the a.m.
DAY TWO
6 a.m.: On first plane back to NYC. I'd give the night before a B+. That said, I needed it. Plus, time away from NYC allows me to relax and reflect.
3 p.m.: Still horny as hell. No prospects. I jack off at home, watch some college football, and exchange e-mails with a few prospects. I have had sex with women off of Craigslist, Match.com, AFF, the Dark Cavern, and the old Yahoo groups. The Internet allows me to cut the B.S. and get to the point.
3:15 p.m.: Surfing options. I am REALLY into interracial sex — mainly black guy on white girl. I know that as a former black nerd who likes middle-class white girls, I am at a bit of a competitive disadvantage, but with that said — and I am being honest here — I have significant relational issues with African-American women. My shrink tells me that I am excluding an entire dating pool — and one that will probably give me the sex I seek — but I can't shake off some of my residual high-school/college issues.
5 p.m.: Gym. This is one of the best times to grab a workout. No eye candy, but people aren't hogging machines either.
11:30 p.m.: Hitting my favorite bar in the East Village. I am not very good at the asinine bullshit/social Kabuki required to convince some girl to come back to my apartment. I refuse to jump through hoops for flighty NYC chicks.
Midnight: Drinking solo. I have told my shrink that I think I am a misogynist. I like her. She is likely the wielder of the strap-on in her same-sex relationship, but she is empathetic and straight to the point. She tells me I should listen to women more.
12:30 a.m. Go home solo. My thesis is that I am unable to control the environment in a bar, and that results in my low hit rate. When I get a chick one-on-one — either on a date or Internet encounter — my hit rate gets a lot higher because I can control the environment and the "message," so to speak. But I might be confusing causation with correlation.
DAY THREE
Noon: The Lord's Day. Jack off.
1 p.m.: An AFF couple from New Jersey winked at me again. They are only into bareback play. Now, I have done some stupid things in my sexual odyssey, but I am very careful about bareback sex. Plus, they did not answer my question about STD tests. Her pictures show she is quite enthusiastic about BBC, but I put her on the back burner and jack off again.
9 p.m.: Beers and watch HBO. I don't like the pseudo-virginal Anna Paquin in True Blood for some reason. I really thought she was smoking hot in Finding Forrester, though.
DAY FOUR
8 a.m.: At work. My Latina admin comes in. While I do not shit where I eat, I do enjoy the dirty thoughts that come to mind. She is petite — five foot two at the most and around 125 pounds that she wears well, with massive D cups. I am still not sure if they are real or if she had a good doctor. Who cares … she would be fun regardless.
7 p.m.: Gymin' it again. I love admiring the bodies of these "effortless perfection" style/ex-sorostitute chicks that live in my neighborhood. They hit the gym like clockwork and really work hard at taking care of themselves. However, the realist in me knows that girls like that make you pay the "girlfriend tax."
11 p.m.: At home and horny again. I usually masturbate once to twice a day. I fire up iloveinterracial.com — it combines two aspects of porn I thoroughly enjoy: black-on-white sex and amateur swinging.
DAY FIVE
6:30 a.m.: My morning wood is like clockwork. I think about my ex-girlfriend. I know, it's an NYC cliché — the jaded New Yorker with the magical "ex" they cannot get over. She was hot, smart, and the only woman who has ever made me want to be a better man or been considered as the future mother of my kids. Now my life is one of feast and famine.
6:42 a.m.: Goddammit, I love and hate New York all at the same time.
Noon: Lunch on the desk. One of the admins is a sistah … with cantaloupe breasts and a slim waist; too bad she's a cliché as a single mom. I can imagine those breasts being very fun.
7 p.m.: See this banging Latina with sweater straining over fake breasts. I remind myself that I need to date a stripper before I die, much like my other goals of visiting Brazil and starting my own investment firm in five years.
11 p.m.: Horny before bed. Check out AFF. No prospects of interest. Yuvutu is another good resource for amateur porn. Load it up, let it fly.
DAY SIX
7:30 a.m.: Hump Day. Oh well. I am backing up a colleague, so I get to work a little earlier than usual. I am a politics junkie so I spend a lot of time on realclearpolitics.com before working on my morning briefs.
7:15 a.m.: Think about the fact that if Obama were attached to a white woman, he would never have made it this far. Oh well, with all the dirt I have done, politics was always out of the question, plus there's no money in it.
7:30 p.m.: Drinks at the Pegu Club with S, one of several older women I dated two years ago, since actively focusing on the "MILF" demographic. We generally hang out every few months, catch up over drinks and shoot the breeze. She is one of the rare women I hang out with if I am not sleeping with them — she wants a serious relationship and knows I am not that man. She also isn't getting any younger and that's a harsh reality. She just seems to have had bad luck with the guys she has dated.
8:30 p.m.: S is telling me about her nonexistent love life, her career plans, and the lack of chemistry with other 40-year-olds she dates. I decide to push my luck. I ask her for decorating advice as I am trying to spiff up the bachelor pad.
9 p.m.: She takes the bait. We head home.
9:15 p.m.I lose all pretense and jump her. Clothes off, I go down on her. I was well trained in the art by my ex-girlfriend and I am great at it. She reciprocates.
9:30 p.m. I slap on a condom and start missionary style. She is more verbal than I remember. I notice something. White women of a certain age — in my experience — use "cock" a lot. Younger girls use "dick." Brothers generally use "dick" except when doing the whole "bbc" thing.
11 p.m. I have three orgasms. This was great, mainly because I went into drinks not expecting anything. Grade: A-.
DAY SEVEN
8 a.m.: Putting my time in at work and thinking about last night. I like dating older women because they are more open in bed and less possessive. And since they are older, flings come with an expiration date. And lastly, the power imbalance. I am the younger one with the career, the six-foot-tall-and-200-pound athletic frame, the smarts, the dick, and the Platinum AmEx. I don't deal with social Kabuki. If they want to get down, they do. If not, they don't.
4:01 p.m.: Hitting the gym tonight and prepping for a big swinging party tomorrow night.
10:30 p.m.: Early night, as I want to get some rest before hitting the town hard tomorrow. I am horny, again. I fire up the dark cavern (Interracial amateur and meeting site) and Mrpeepers (amateur porn) do the trick.
11 p.m.: Tired, I crash. As I fall asleep, I think to myself: I need a new fling and some regular sex.
TOTALS: Three acts of intercourse; two acts of cunnilingus; two acts of fellatio; six acts of masturbation; one act of flying to another state for NSA threesome; two acts of gym exercising; two acts of ogling the office administrative staff.
Filed Under: sex diaries
At Art Basel Miami this year, artists William Powhida and Jennifer Dalton whittled up a few dirt cheap six-piece box sets of Leunig-like condolence cards throwing those words that every artist (except maybe Jeff Koons) has probably heard once or twice: “I Am So Sorry for Your Loss of Representation … But please take me off your mailing list.” And, here, the street sign for West 24th Street: "All Good Things Must Come to an End.” We’re hoping the sweet price — $150 a box — reflects the sort of recession prices to come.
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Filed Under: art, art candy, jennifer dalton, william powhida
10. Top 10 People
10. Einstein
9. Shakespeare
8. George Washington
7. Amelia Earhart
6. Charlemagne
5. A.C. Slater (remember Saved By The Bell??? Screech!!!)
4. Sir Laurence Olivier
3. Julius Caesar
2. Winston Churchill
1. Socrates
9. Top 10 Music
10. Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band
9. OK Computer
8. Beethoven's Fifth
7. Elvis: The Sun Sessions
6. Revolver
5. Footloose Soundtrack (Everybody cut loose!!!)
4. Jazz
3. Bob Dylan
2. Nevermind
1. Mozart
8. Top 10 Movies, TV Shows or Radio Serials
10. Citizen Kane
9. The Sopranos
8. Fight Club
7. The Godfather
6. Pulp Fiction
5. Better Off Dead (The 80s RULLLLLEEEE)
4. Little Orphan Annie
3. Seinfeld
2. The Dark Knight
1. Star Wars
7. Top 10 Internet
10. Chocolate Rain
9. CNN.com
8. Grape Lady
7. Cats
6. Dramatic Chipmunk
5. 80s-Referencing Lists
4. Cuter Cats
3. Google
2. Darth Vader Dramatic Chipmunk Chocolate Rain Cat
1. Huffington Post
6. Top 10 Speaking
10. "Ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country."
9. "Genius is one percent inspiration and 99 percent perspiration"
8. "Engage!"
7. "We have nothing to fear but fear itself."
6. "Nobody puts baby in a corner"
5. "Life is what happens while you are busy making other plans."
4. "Whoa Luke Skywalker, watch out for Darth Vader!"
3. "I'm kind of a big deal"
2. "I have a dream"
1. "Bueller?"
5. Top 10 Printed Material
10. The Great Gatsby
9. Ulysses
8. New York Times
7. Elvis Stamp
6. The Grapes of Wrath
5. Honus Wagner Baseball Card
4. Script to "The Breakfast Club" (Don't yooouuuuu forget about me!!!)
3. Dollar Bills
2. Catcher In The Rye
1. Watchmen
4. Top 10 Colors
10. Orange
9. Grey
8. Brown
7. Yellow
6. White
5. Pink (I don't care what you say I love Pretty In Pink!!!!!!!!")
4. Black
3. Green
2. Blue
1. Red
3. Top 10 Stuff I Remember
10. Remember Gummi Bears??
9. Remember the 'Mouse Trap' Commercial??
8. Remember the Bud Bowl??
7. Remember TGIF??
6. Remember She-Ra??
5. Remember Nickelodeon GUTS??
4. Remember Jellies??
3. Remember Contra??
2. Remember Alf??
1. Remember Snap Bracelets??
2. Top 10 Years In The 80s
10. 1989
9. 1987
8. 1985
7. 1980
6. 1983
5. 1986
4. 1982
3. 1988
2. 1981
1. 1984
1. Top 10 Things
10. Lumber
9. The Printing Press
8. Jai alai
7. The Krebs Cycle
6. Lakes
5. Ducktales (I used to love that show so much!!!!!!!!!!)
4. Déjà vu
3. Sexual Intercourse
2. Snap Bracelets
1. The Simpsons. And The 80s.
Does anyone remember Lady Sovereign, the spunky little British girl rapper with an attitude, responsible for this hit? No? Okay, well I do. More on that later. But first, here is her new music video for "I Got You Dancing", which is pretty ridiculous. I think her reputation for being a nightmare may have caused some cuts in her music video budget, because this is the type of video a post-apocalyptic Brownie troop would make (and, as mentioned in the comments, a tribute to The Warriors). In some scenes, the S.O.V. is dressed like a zombie breakdancer or a broke-down Pocahontas, and, in others, she has 80's Jennifer Grey hair...borderline 90's soccer mom hair. The song itself is a saggy, old version of the Lady Sovereign sound, but this time employing an innovative technology called "auto-tune."
I was sooo nervous about the shoot, since it was our first one, and I had done all my research and listened to her album for hours on end. When she arrived, her first stop was the studio where she was supposed to record a few live songs for us. 4 hours later, she had yet to record a song - because she was constantly complaining about the microphone and wanted a sandwich. There was no doubt: this girl was a total brat. In the weeks and months to come, we saw news item after news item about Lady and her bratty antics (brantics?). I figured the world had refused to condone such behavior, and we'd never hear from her again. Anyway, the only reason I bring this up, is because, last week, Videogum posted this leaked video from a website called Gametap, and it's pretty amazing. Like my experience, apparently Lady rendered her visit to Gametap so un-usable they couldn't even get her to deliver enough content for a less-than-60-second video spot. This is what they made (perhaps as an inside joke) with what they did get:
In an effort to fend off some of the bad vibes surrounding the Twilight franchise in the wake of director Catherine Hardwicke's abrupt dismissal from the film, both series creator Stephenie Meyer and New Moon director Chris Weitz launched a coordinated PR offensive over the weekend. Sensing the potential for a fan revolt when a man was hired to helm the sequel to the incredibly girlie Twilight, Meyer broke her silence on the subject on her official site. "I've had the chance to talk to Chris [Weitz]," she wrote, "and I can tell you that he is excited by the story and eager to keep the movie as close to the book as possible. He is also very aware of you, the fans, and wants to keep you all extremely happy. (Torches and pitchforks are not going to be necessary.)" Phew, glad she cleared that one up! But aside from the back-patting portions of her statement, Meyer also offered a sense of some of the turmoil behind the scenes over the last few weeks by writing, "I'm going to miss [Hardwicke], not just as a brilliant director, but also as a friend." Wait, does this mean that Meyer and Hardwicke aren't even friends anymore? Or are we just reading too much between the lines? Either way, we're going to keep pulling the sweater and eventually the whole thing will unravel.
As part of Meyer's official statement, she also released a handy statement/jpeg penned by none other than Chris Weitz himself that worked very hard to appease the fans (most specifically, those who got themselves all worked up thinking anyone with man parts couldn't possibly get inside the head of a teenage girl in love with werewolves and vampires). As he writes, "To those who doubt that as a male director I can capture Bella's experience, I can only say that emotion is universal and that my work has often involved working with some of the most talented actresses in the world." You mean like Tara Reid and Natasha Lyonne? We kid, we kid. But still, we remain steadfast in our belief that the fantasy-franchise destroyer Weitz is going to have a heck of a time turning New Moon into anything remotely resembling the success of Twilight ($150 million domestic box office and climbing). Maybe integrating a pie-humping vampire into the script isn't such a bad idea after all.
By the way, here's his complete letter to the fans:
Stephenie Meyer [Official Site]
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Filed Under: Backlash, Catherine Hardwicke, Chris Weitz, Stephenie Meyer, Twilight
Peaches Geldof must have never heard that three's a crowd, because she just hired her ex-boyfriend, the Horrors' front man Faris Rotter, to become the chief artist of her new magazine, Disappear Here, and her husband, Max Drummey, is heated over it. Reports say that Peaches wants Max and Faris to become friends, an optimistic thought considering she broke it off with Farris to run away with Max. Building an office on lingering jealousy — that's a successful business plan, no? [Mirror]
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Filed Under: disappear here, max drummey, peach pit, peaches geldof
With Fashion Week under ten weeks away (swoon), Christian Siriano is hard at work on his fall 2009 collection. At Z100 Jingle Ball's Gift Lounge on Friday night, Siriano revealed the inspiration behind the new line. "It's a bit inspired by Egypt, but more like the colors of the desert. It's really warm, it's really badass. Strong, like rock. It's hot. It's beautiful," he told us. Don't expect headdresses, however. "It's not literal — like no Cleopatra." Even though major department stores didn't pick up his line amid the harsh economic climate, Christian is pleased with how his spring 2009 collection sold. "It was a tough season, but you know what, for me, for our season, it went really well. Maybe because I'm new and it's still exciting. People are still shopping my clothes, so it's good." And if he has a lot left over, he has that many more Christmas presents. "Like a lot of my family members are getting like my collection — free clothing." How economical.
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Filed Under: christian siriano, fall 2009, new york fashion week, party lines
This is the way the season ends: not with a bang, but a wedding.
Given that the climax of the season — the resolution of the Miguel Prada story line — happened last week, there's kind of a nice, easy, no-pressure rhythm to this season finale. No houses on fire, no psycho co-dependent enablers to deal with, no serial-killer brothers to dispatch. Instead, this episode is an exercise in the tying up of loose ends. Deb gets her shield and decides to make a go of it with Anton. For reasons that aren't entirely clear, Angel confesses to LaGuerta that he met Gianni while soliciting prostitutes. Dexter is plagued by Ramon Prado but then talks Ramon out of bothering him. And Dexter finally gets his big showdown with the Skinner, who doesn't end up putting up much of a fight. And, of course, there’s that much-discussed wedding, which goes off without a hitch.
A teaser at the end of the episode sets us up for season four in 2009. Yes, it's going to be all about Dexter's new life as a domesticated dad. What will be interesting in the next season will be to see, now that Dexter is apparently developing human emotions — for his sister, his new wife, his unborn son — whether this affects his ability to kill at will.
We have some faith that the show can pull off this new scenario, but after this season, we're a bit wary of the show turning into Dexter Knows Best. There are even a few moments in this finale that veer perilously close to self-parody. For example, Dexter discovers Rita has a secret of her own: She was married briefly when she was 16. He decides that, well, we all have our secrets, right? But is the show really suggesting an equivalency between a regretted starter marriage and a propensity for chopping people up and disposing of them in garbage bags?
From the beginning, this show has been premised on the idea that Dexter is a monster who channels his darkness toward achieving justice. This year, though, he seemed less like a monster than ever, not always to the show's benefit. After all, what happens if the show stops thinking of him as a monster? What happens if we do?
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Filed Under: dexter, overnights, tv
One of the most memorable pieces of the spring 2009 season was Martin Margiela's coat made entirely of blonde wigs, worn by a model, face obscured, in nothing more than panty hose, underpants, and high heels. Nick Knight pays homage to this fascinating creation in his latest film, Make Up Your Mind. An essay accompanying the video explains, "Margiela's 'Wig-Coat' becomes a paradox, a paradox of adornment, of seduction and of fashion. It mimics nature whilst choosing to be artificial; the workmanship is painstaking, costly, yet applied to cheap synthetics; it is adornment which repels and yet, oddly, manages to seduce." Hence, two nude women dance around with the coat to sultry music. Enjoy. (Warning: NSFW.) [SHOWstudio]
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Filed Under: martin margiela, nick knight
"One thing I loved writing this fall was 'Jon Hamm's John Ham' [in which the Mad Men star endorsed a pork product you can eat in, yep, the bathroom]. It's nice when no one asks, 'So, do you think you've changed the way people feel about ham?'" —SNL head writer Seth Meyers on how reporters don't ask him about non-election sketches [NYP]
"I'm often asked, 'Does Squigglevision represent the characters' emotional turmoil?' My answer is, 'Yes, and it's cheap.'" —Jonathan Katz on Dr. Katz, Professional Therapist [NYT]
"It certainly did not escape us that Hugh looks terrific in a tuxedo." —Laurence Mark, co-producer of the Oscars, on choosing Hugh Jackman as a host [NYT]
"I don't think Pete thinks of himself as a bass player. I think he thinks of himself as a singer. He sings through me." —Patrick Stump on Pete Wentz [NYT]
"I've always wanted to make big movies, and I still do. Unless another really interesting plot to kill someone comes along." —Bryan Singer [NYT]
"I will say I've always thought of it as a double." —Axl Rose can't believe that Chinese Democracy is finished either [Guardian]
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Filed Under: axl rose, bryan singer, jonathan katz, lawrence mark, patrick stump, quote machine, seth meyers
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