AP - Ever wonder how reality shows got that name?
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AP - Rokia Traore, "Tchamantche" (Nonesuch Records)
AP - It's a boy for Mexican actor Gael Garcia Bernal and Argentine actress Dolores Fonzi.
AP - India's movie-mad millions have not yet seen "Slumdog Millionaire," but this Mumbai-based fairy tale, which opens here next week, is already the toast of Bollywood.
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![]() ABC News | Celebs Flock to '30 Rock' Despite Low Ratings ABC News - By EMILY FRIEDMAN "['30 Rock'] is an acquired taste," said Matt Roush, a television critic at TV Guide. "The nature of the show is that the humor is bizarre and absurdist, which critics love but that isn't all that mainstream. Tina Fey haters un-Feyzd by TV funnygal’s tirade Tina Fey Haters Tell Her To ‘Suck It’ Right Back |
guardian.co.uk | India toasts success of `Slumdog' after awards The Associated Press - MUMBAI, India (AP) - India's movie-mad millions have not yet seen "Slumdog Millionaire," but this Mumbai-based fairy tale, which opens here next week, is already the toast of Bollywood. Video: Kate Winslet's Double Win Shooting 'Slumdog' in Mumbai, city of extremes |
AP - The ceremony had yet to begin, but this arrivals line felt more like an afterparty.
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![]() BBC News | Ledger's Globe expected to go to daughter Matilda Washington Post - SYDNEY (Reuters) - The emotional parents of the late Heath Ledger welcomed his best supporting actor Golden Globe with bittersweet pride, and the actor's mother said the award was likely to be given to his daughter Matilda. Ledger Globe will go to daughter Heath Ledger's award was `bittersweet' for father |
![]() stv.tv | Rourke's rise, fall and rise New York Daily News - By JOE DZIEMIANOWICZ He just won the best actor Golden Globe playing a fallen-star wrestler known as "The Ram," but Mickey Rourke deserves his own colorful nickname: "The Phoenix. Mickey Rourke Says He’ll ‘Bring It All’ To ‘Iron Man 2’ Hot Comeback | Mickey Rourke |
Reuters - Those who tune in to Thursday's premiere of "The Beast" on A&E for purely macabre reasons (i.e. looking to get a glimpse of a man wasting away before their eyes) will come away disappointed.
![]() stv.tv | Brady and Bundchen are engaged to be married Newsday - BY ROBERT KAHN | robert.kahn@newsday.com Tom Brady and Gisele Bündchen were engaged in Los Angeles this weekend, according to People magazine. Brady, Gisele catch up to rumors, get engaged Are Tom Brady and Gisele Bundchen engaged yet or not? |
![]() Times Online | Special to The Washington Post Washington Post - What happens when a band moves toward the mainstream only to find the mainstream no longer exists? If that band is Animal Collective circa right now, it celebrates. Animal Collective - Merriweather Post Pavillion Merriweather Post Pavilion |
E! Online - How does the guest list for a big celebrity wedding—like Fergie and Josh Duhamel's—work? Is it like the red carpet, where publicists work to get guests an invite?
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Howie may have been overdoing it.
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AP - The premise of "Hotel for Dogs" seems foolproof: It's about a hotel ... for dogs! How cute is that? Soft sheepskin beds and bountiful bowls of kibble for all the four-legged guests. Say no more.
We don't know how much more news like this we can take. Our Fashion Week is falling apart at the seams. It's like looking forward to a carefully planned tropical vacation, and then finding out you can't do all the things you wanted to do because a hurricane just wrecked everything, and they don't know if they'll be able to fix the leak above your bed.
Sass and Bide withdraw from NYC Fashion Week [Daily Telegraph via Fashionista]
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Filed Under: fall 2009, heidi middleton, new york fashion week, sarah jane clarke, sass and bide

The designer shakeup at Valentino continues, with news today that menswear designer Ferruccio Pozzoni has left his position. Pozzoni, who joined the Italian house in September 2007, will officially end his term at the commercial presentation for Valentino menswear in Milan on January 17, as management has decided against renewing his consultancy contract. The dismissal is eerily reminiscent of womenswear designer Alessandra Facchinetti's unceremonious exit. Facchinetti was fired after her first showing last fall, and found out via international press that accessories designers Maria Grazia Chiuri and Pier Paolo Piccioli would be taking over. In addition, Pozzoni's news hits only weeks after Valentino CEO Stefano Sassi told WWD on December 5 that, even though Valentino opted for a presentation rather than a full-out runway show later this month, he still planned to give men's a huge "push" and saw the growth potential for menswear. Hmm, this isn't the push we expected for the men's category, but it's a push nonetheless.
Menswear designer leaves fashion house Valentino [Reuters]
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Filed Under: alessandra facchinetti, ferruccio pozzoni, ins and outs, menswear, valentino
• Hearst’s company’s president, Cathie Black, is staying put, re-upping her role with a three-year contract. A company flack says Black is “truly creating the magazine company of the future,” but given Hearst’s recent financial struggles and difficulty translating to the web, that could be worrisome. [NYP, Mixed Media/Portfolio]
• The Times is talking back to the Atlantic, posting an open letter saying last week’s dead-by-May piece "leaves a lot to be desired from the standpoint of ... well, journalism." This is turning into a media face-off fit for a different tag. [Romenesko]
• It still wouldn’t be a media roundup without some sadder news: The Financial Times laid off 80 staffers. Sigh. [Guardian UK]
• Though more folks are reading, fewer of them are reading magazines that they bought at a newsstand. Could be the whole Internet phenomenon. But apparently even fiction is on the rise. [Mediaweek, NYT]
• Plenty, a green-minded environment magazine, has actually folded, after a series of efforts to save it. [Mixed Media/Portfolio]
• GlobalPost.com, a Boston-based foreign-news website, has officially launched. The site plans to feature international reporting by independent journalists, lamenting the sudden dearth of such journalism in today’s media. [Boston Globe]
Read more posts by Mike Vilensky
Filed Under: bill keller, cathie black, hearst, media deathwatch, new york times, plenty


Now that 30 Rock has afforded us the pleasure of catching up with Alec Baldwin on a near-weekly basis, the mental image that we conjure up when people mention the name "Alec Baldwin" is that of his current self. Meaning, because of the way active television-watchers develop a sense of familiarity with recurring characters, the name "Alec Baldwin" is now primarily associated in our minds with the well-distinguished (if slightly bloated) 50-year-old television star, not the wiry, jet-black-haired lothario type that slept on Kevin Bacon's couch in She's Having a Baby. There's absolutely nothing wrong with this, by the way: We'd rather see more of Baldwin than less of him (literally and figuratively). However, a new book about the perils of addiction called Moments of Clarity may make us see him through fresh eyes once again. In it, he reveals that during the booze-soaked and blow-infested eighties, he used to wind down his wild nights of partying by heading to a video-game parlor and popping quarters in ... wait for it ... a Galaga machine!
"I would play video games from, like, 9 a.m. to 11 a.m., and I would wind down. Then I'd go home and go to bed," Baldwin writes.
"This was the only way I could go 'beta' and go into that state I needed to be, where I could calm down and take my mind off everything. I didn't want to see anybody, talk to anybody, deal with anybody."
"Julian [the guy who ran the place] would put the key in the lock and open the door, and he would just kind of look at me like, 'Wow, I'm glad I'm not you.'"
Baldwin agreed. "You got no idea, Julian. Julian, I need you. I need you to get that key and open the f- - -ing door and let me in. I got to play 'Galaga.' "
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Filed Under: 30 Rock, Alec Baldwin, Drugs, Galaga

Sheree from the Real Housewives of Atlanta will reportedly show her fashion line at New York Fashion Week next month. We can't believe we just wrote that, but Page Six reports she has completed her line, "She by Sheree," and plans to subject us all to it. We find it hard to believe she managed to finish it, considering that, on the show, ex-Project Runway contestant Michael Knight came on to point out all her mistakes and she looked as amateur as we imagine Olivia Palermo would lifting a finger. There's no word yet on when or where this collection will walk or, for that matter, who actually designed it, but Sheree's not short of cash to put on a show. She's taking her ex-husband, former New York Giant Bob Whitfield, back to court because she's not satisfied with the $1 million she got in the divorce settlement. You know things are bad when designers like Betsey Johnson and Vera Wang are dropping out of the tents and a Real Housewife is showing.
SHE'S JUST PEACHY [NYP]
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Filed Under: fall 2009, new york fashion week, real housewives of atlanta, sheree

Videographer Charles Eckert, who spent most of today stationed in from of Bernie Madoff's house for Newsday, didn't lose anything financially because Madoff failed to emerge. “It’s Newsday’s investment, not mine,” he told the Times. But he did pay another price: “I mean, waiting for Madoff did cost me my health because I think I got a little sick out here waiting in the cold. The irony is that we were all shivering out here and he was sitting up nice and warm at home.” Damn it! That guy steals everything!
A Madoff Fakeout for the Press Scrum [City Room/NYT]
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Filed Under: bernard madoff, bernie madoff, business, ink-stained wretches, Made-off, media, newsweek

Carl Swanson checks in on Antony Hegarty, who's presumably not rooting for Milk in this year's Oscar race (“It’s like blackface to me … it’s a continuing Hollywood minstrel show, co-opting queer stories and perversely building up the careers of these heterosexual bastards with the plumage of effeminacies, that they can wear this plumage of effeminacies without having to really be accountable”). Carl Rosen talks to pulp-fiction king Charles Ardai. Justin Davidson knows how to fix City Opera. Emily Nussbaum reviews TV's Trust Me and Lie to Me, along with new seasons of Damages, Lie to Me, and Big Love. Michael Alan Connelly interviews Lost's Michael Emerson. Kera Bolonik explores the curious case of The L Word's Jenny Schecter. Emma Pearse raps with The United States of Tara's Toni Collette. And David Edelstein reviews Silent Light, Notorious, and Good. Stephanie Zacharek reviews The Cripple of Inishmaan. And Jerry Saltz examines the upside of gross art with artist Nathalie Djurberg.
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Filed Under: in the magazine

After 60 years, the tiny independent opera house — founded by Tony and Sally Amato — will stage its last production in May. The theater, which was founded in 1948 and moved to the Bowery in the sixties, has seen the neighborhood go through a lot of changes over the decades, and it will be missed. [Jeremiah's Vanishing New York]
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Filed Under: amato opera, bowery, east village, neighborhood watch, sad things

We spotted an interesting casting call notice for Ridley Scott's upcoming Nottingham project in Saturday's edition of "Page Six." Apparently, producers replaced Sienna Miller as Maid Marian because she's too "young and gorgeous" and instead are "looking for an older, plumper actress to play the role so [star Russell Crowe] doesn't look like a paunchy grandpa. Someone in her late 30s or early 40s." Also, interested parties should know that the role will likely involve frequent make-out sessions with both a Good and an Evil Russell Crowe, who is slotted to play the dual roles of Robin Hood and the Sheriff of Nottingham in his fifth collaboration with Scott. [NYP]
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Filed Under: Beef, Nottingham, Ridley Scott, Russell Crowe, Sienna Miller



The Post held a contest for readers to submit sketches of an inaugural ballgown for Michelle Obama. Robin Givhan picked a winner from almost 200 entries, designed by 23-year-old Katie Ermilio. "What [Michelle] needs is a dress that speaks to her personality, that exemplifies the magnitude of the occasion and that in some magical way exudes optimism, democracy and elegance. And most of all, it should be pretty," Givhan writes. You know, no Diana Ross showgirl outfits. Rihanna's likely to wear enough feathers for everyone. [WP]
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Filed Under: inaugural balls, michelle obama, robin givhan, the dress

Bruce Springsteen and Mickey Rourke both left last night’s Golden Globes winners, but the prize-winning song, “The Wrestler” (a bonus track on Bruce’s new album), pulls no piledrivers evoking Rourke’s washed-up wrestler character: Over velvety piano and acoustic guitar, the Boss offers up, in an appropriately road-weary voice, a “one-trick pony,” a “one-legged dog,” and “a scarecrow filled with nothing but dust and wheat.” Ouch! “I always leave with less than I had before,” the narrator concludes. But hey, at least there’s that trophy, right?
Download “The Wrestler”: Micropsia
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Filed Under: bruce springsteen, golden globes, movies, music, right-click, the wrestler

Tonight, the good old days of Wall Street are back. Cinema Reagan is presenting Oliver Stone's 1987 movie Wall Street, along with a guest lecture by Lehman Brothers senior V.P. turned playwright Marcus Haupt. We asked him a little bit about everyone's favorite bankers, real and fictional.
We read that you blame Gordon Gekko for everything. Is the financial collapse his fault?
No! That's like saying it's the Cat in the Hat's fault. It couldn’t be Gordon Gekko’s fault because he’s a fictional character. You can't blame real events on fictional characters. It's like blaming Santa Claus.
Dick Fuld was kind of … Gordonian, though, wasn't he?
No, absolutely not. It's completely different. Gordon Gekko is the old Lehman. Dick Fuld comes from the sales and trading side, not from the banking side. It’s a different animal altogether. Plus, Gordon Gekko is involved in criminal activity. I am not aware of any criminal activity on Dick Fuld's part.
You got out of Lehman before it went under, so what are you working on now?
Right now I’m a playwright. I’ve written several plays. One of them has some references to Wall Street.
Would you go back to banking?
I have no inclination to return to Wall Street at this point in my life. I'm lucky; it's really hard for a lot of people to walk away from. Most of the people who I know in banking are still in it and they’re still looking for a job, because it sets you for a baseline of what you need to survive in a lot of ways — financially and emotionally and psychologically. It kind of becomes a lifestyle. American Psycho is, actually, probably, a much more realistic depiction of Wall Street than Wall Street is.
Ask the tough questions live tonight from 7 to 10 p.m. at DCTV, 87 Lafayette Street (between White and Walker), 212-925-3429.
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Filed Under: The Greatest Depression

HAIR
• We're not going to harp on about it or anything, but what was with Drew Barrymore's hair at the Golden Globes last night? One blogger thinks she's missing serum. Yeah, that has to be it. [Kiss and Makeup]
• On that note, Hadley Freeman sees no end to men with ridiculous hairstyles. "At last the connection has been made between the stupidity of a gentleman's hair and the stupidity of the gentleman himself," she writes. [Guardian]
SKIN
• Brad Pitt didn't care that everyone at a Golden Globes post-party was talking about how Angelina Jolie's face looked "pumped full of Botox." That makes one of us. [NYDN]
MAKEUP
• New trend: match your eyeliner to your nails. We have a hunch it won't catch on. [Beauty and the Blog/Sephora]
FRAGRANCE
• Cosmetics company Guerlain will launch a new fragrance next month called La Petite Robe Noire, a sexy scent inspired by the Little Black Dress. So, uh, it smells like dry cleaner? [Now Smell This]
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Filed Under: angelina jolie, beauty marks, brad pitt, drew barrymore, fragrance, hair, makeup, skin

The Department of Health is out with its fascinating zipcode-by-zipcode breakdown of various health and lifestyle indicators. Some of the findings are annoyingly (the number of Upper East Siders who work out five to seven times a week is far higher than the city average) and troublingly (twice as many folks living in the Morrisania section of the Bronx have diabetes than the citywide average) unsurprising. (Though we were pleased to note that the hipster-riddled Lower East Side is shockingly average in nearly every way.) The syphilis rate is about eight times higher in Chelsea than citywide, and binge drinking in Park Slope is somewhat higher than Gotham's average. Now what if Chelsea and Park Slope could trade places for a day, Freaky Friday–style? Crunchy moms swapping the syph? Now that just doesn't sound right. And gel-haired B&T gays shrieking along to Lady Gaga on vodka-cran tears — that'd be ... oh, well, that'd just be Chelsea.
THE 'HOOD LIFE [NYP via Brownstoner]
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Filed Under: chelsea, lower east side, neighborhood watch, park slope, real estate, stds, syphillis

If you’ve described having “a date from hell,” you’ve actually quoted Richard Lewis — his “the _____ from hell” coining is credited in The Yale Book Of Quotations. Possibly more neurotic than Woody Allen, Lewis has been right at home on six seasons of his friend Larry David’s show, Curb Your Enthusiasm; a recovering alcoholic since 1994, the comic says his new life as a sober, married man only serves to enhance his stand-up. In advance of co-headlining Town Hall with Richard Belzer on January 17, Lewis told us about how annoying Larry David was at 12, getting introduced to his wife by a Beatle, and riffing when his mind goes blank.
You met Larry David at camp, right?
I went to a camp when I was 12 and so did he. He was this lanky, annoying, obnoxious, neurotic 12-year-old and I despised him. I wasn’t an alcoholic back then, but I probably acted like one.
Did you think he was funny at that age?
No. I mean, I annoy him too. We fight 99 percent of the time, onscreen and offscreen. I have a good marriage, but if we have a little tiff, my wife says “Why can’t you do it like with Larry? You scream at each for a second and then you go, ‘Hey you wanna go see the Knicks game?’”
You married your wife, Joyce, four years ago.
I met my wife through Ringo Starr, about four years into my sobriety, at this record party. You don’t call him Ringo if you know him, you call him Richard or he’ll come after you with a pitchfork. It’s like calling Ronnie Howard "Opie" by mistake, it’s over. She’s from Minnesota. A Jewish woman from Minnesota is very kooky; she doesn’t know whether to go ice fishing or go to the sale at Barneys.
How did you know you loved her right away?
First of all, I thought she was Italian and 32, and I love Italy and I had these visions of moving to Rome and having a couple of bambinos. She looked at me and she said, “You're way off. I'm 42 and I’m a Jewish woman from Minnesota, so if that’s upsetting, run now.”
What was your approach?
I used to bring these pads around, and I would see somebody and write the same thing. It was such a lot of crap — I wrote "I hope you’re happy, I hope you’re married, I hope you have kids, but if you’re not, I’m single and I’d love to meet you and take you out for a sandwich…” or something really stupid. And then I’d put my number down. I did the same thing to Joyce, and she called me the next day.
How do you feel your happiness has affected your stand-up material?
I’ve never been better, because once I got sober I realized I was such a screw-head that I turned that camera back on me — so rather than ‘mother from hell,’ ‘date from hell,’ it was me. It opened up a Pandora’s box of hours and hours of material about when I was an active addict.
How do you get better at what you do?
I just bring my dysfunctions onstage and hope for the best. I just prefer to go out there and hold a mike and tell the people out there they’re better off not being me. I ramble until I hear a bullet go by my ear, or someone yawns and I leave. I ad-lib about half my show, and the other quarter of it is stuff that I remember from my computer. When I do Town Hall, if something’s going down in the world or in my head or in my marriage that morning or that afternoon, I’ll burst right out of the gate talking about it and pray that it’s entertaining. I can’t keep it back.
Have you ever gone blank?
No, if I go blank I’ll talk about it. And if they laugh I might do fifteen minutes on going blank.
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Filed Under: chat room, comedy, larry david, richard lewis
The Jonas Brothers
Kate Winslet
Marisa Tomei
Renee Zellweger
Sorry, Gurl.
Kevin Connolly
Colin Farrell and Martin McDonagh
Duh
Beyonce's Nipple at the 2009 Golden Globe Awards
Susan Sarandon
Kate Winslet
Jonathan Rhys-Myers
Mickey Rourke and Bruce Springsteen
Glenn Close and Tony Shalhoub
Nooooooo!
Meghan Fox
Glenn Close
Chuy Bravo
Rumer Willis
Eva Longoria
Ashton and Demi
Tom Hanks, Jessica Lange, Drew Barrymore and Cokey Cokerson
Ricky Gervais
Alec Baldwin and Paul Giamatti
Sam Mendes
Cameron Diaz
Jon Hamm
Miley Cyrus & Fam
Sally Hawkins
Tracy Morgan
Seth Rogen
Painting a Union Jack on Your Big Toe, Emma Thompson
J-Lo and Marc Anthony
Stephen Spielberg and Martin Scorsese
Adam Duritz
Robert Downey Jr.
Tom Brokaw
Tom Brokaw
Alek Wek
Dev Patel and Freida Pinto
Chris Pine
Jennifer Esposito
Kevin Bacon and Kyra Sedgwick
Taylor Momsen
Rumer Willis and Guest
Jeremy Piven and Mark Wahlberg
Susan Sarandon's Giant Son
Kat Kramer and Karen Sharpe Kramer
Buzz Aldrin
The Greatest Depression has made the populace hungry, if not yet for bread, then for vengeance. That what it's starting to seem like, anyway — that people are no longer satisfied to heap scorn on the guys at the top of the pyramid — the Richard Fulds or the Madoffs — but will direct their ire at anyone who appears to have benefited from the gilded age, like Alexandra Penney at the Daily Beast or Andrea Correale, who is featured in a kind of random story in this morning's Post. Headlined "poor little rich girl," it's about ways in which Correale, a Long Island caterer who owns her own firm, amended her personal budget in light of the recession. Innocent enough, except the Post totally mocks her as she outlines her plan to save by getting less facials and ending her expensive car lease — a picture of her is captioned, "BUDDY, CAN YOU SPARE A SERVANT?" and refers to her "tightening the strings of her designer purses."
It seemed odd, we thought when we saw it. Why would Correale sign up for that kind of treatment? Not that it would be the first time someone voluntarily exploited themselves in the Post. But still. We thought we'd call her and ask.
"The whole thing was taken out of context, and I wasn't thrilled at all," she said. "They said they were doing a story about women entrepreneurs and how the economy is affecting them, and the interview was all about my work. I said, 'I've had layoffs this year, I'm thinking I'm going to be much leaner.' I talked about ways in which we were cutting back as a business. Then at the very end, they asked how it affected me personally and I told them a little bit about that, you know, 'I can dry my own hair.' Then I open the paper and it was like, What? I'm not the little North Shore Gold Coast snobby bitch that spends all their time shopping! That's not who I am."
Commenters on the Post website picked up the paper's tone.
u sound like a whiny, complaining, (formerly) rich, spoiled, materialistic, superficial, jack*ss. too bad you wasted so much $ on materialistic crud that you dont need."
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Filed Under: The Greatest Depression

So this is a familiar road, but this time we're not running around it in circles with our arms flailing: Tom Brady and Gisele Bündchen are engaged. For real. People.com reports Tom proposed to Gisele over the weekend with a diamond solitaire and she said yes. "The couple is discussing a huge fashionista event in the spring or a more intimate and quicker ceremony in Costa Rica, where Gisele has a home," a source told the magazine. Just think of all the fashion luminaries that could attend if they choose the former. Domenico Dolce, Stefano Gabbana, Donatella Versace, Anna Wintour, not to mention the Victoria's Secret models. Oh the bridal party would be rich with tanned perfection and non-dimpled thighs. But if, say, Heidi Klum, Adriana Lima, and Karolina Kurkova are all bridesmaids, will they be able to fade into the background at Gisele's side and let her have the spotlight (because she never does), unfettered by the forces of their own egos for just a day? Well, that's what dowdy bridesmaids dresses are for! Gisele can always say she didn't want things to look too flashy in These Times.
Gisele Bündchen & Tom Brady Are Engaged! [People.com]
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Filed Under: gisele bunchen, model tracker, tom brady, weddings

T.S. Eliot said the bloody-minded playwright John Webster "saw the skull beneath the skin," and here artist Richard Aldrich demonstrates a similar X-ray aptitude with canvas and its frame. Taking a cue from Arte Povera artist Lucio Fontana, Aldrich began with a painting that wasn't quite working out, and then excised and excised until all that was left was this spare, spiritually ascetic result. Add a few paint-streaked wooden slats, and presto, it's a sculpture.
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Filed Under: art, art candy, richard aldrich

Over the weekend, President-elect Obama made headlines by announcing that he and his family will settle on either a Portuguese Water Dog or a Labradoodle (two largely hypo-allergenic breeds) for their future First Pet. He said he'd like to try to find one of those at a shelter, which had a few of our co-workers scratching their heads, because high-end pedigreed pooches are not exactly what you normally find with rescue agencies. But as we've noted before, it's in every American shelter's best interest to get the Obamas a rescue dog, so we're guessing one can be tracked down. After all, as we're embarrassed to admit we even know, Kelly Ripa got her purebred Shih Tzu from a shelter, and she's only the President of Mid-Morning Television.
So, two big, bushy-haired breeds. Now that we've narrowed that down, what kind of name should they come up with? We've always liked the names of the Bush pets (Barney, Miss Beazley, India, and Willard), but really, there are a lot of avenues they could go down. After the jump, we list some strategies.
Here are the generally accepted dog-naming protocols:
Giving the dog a human name: This is a controversial choice. Many people object to dogs with names like "Vincent," "Rufus," or "Pamela," but we think it's kind of funny. DI editor Chris had dogs named Wanda and Benjamin growing up, and they seemed a little more hilariously human because of it. The Obamas could put their own spin on this by giving the puppy a Swahili name (Barack is a Swahili use of the Arabic word meaning "blessing"), but don't bet on it.
Choosing a pet's name by a personality trait: DI editor Jessica's first dog was named Gonzo, which is cute and makes sense. Her first cat was named Misty, though, which raises some questions.
Naming the dog after another famous animal: Chris's first mutt was named Ribsy, after the beloved stray dog from the Beverly Cleary storybooks. Other popular combinations include: Gizmo, for Shih Tzus that look like Gremlins; Babe, for pugs that look like piglets; and Pikachu for Yorkies (okay, we made that last one up).
Naming the dog after a celebrity: This is one of our favorite strategies, and is how we managed to get Anderson Pooper, the silver cat; Elizabeth Taylor, Charlotte's skanky pet from Sex and the City; and Jennifer Garner and Ben Affleck's Golden Retriever, Martha Stewart. Wouldn't it be great to have a particularly poorly house-trained dog named Dick Cheney?
Using an honorific: Somehow, this is always adorable. See: "Miss Beazley" and "Mr. Duffy," the beloved hound of Commerce Bank founder Vernon Hill.
Choosing a gag name: Like "Roofio," for example, after the irascible character from Hook, or "Hebrew National" for your dachshund. We just love it when we run across bulldogs on the street with names like "Pumpkin." Great in the short term, less fun when the dog runs off its leash and you have to run across the White House lawn yelling its name.
We're betting the Obamas will let the girls choose, and the two of them will come up with something pretty standard and cute. Can you tell one of your faithful editors is really thinking about getting a dog lately? What would you name the presidential Labradoodle?
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Filed Under: barack obama, first dog, malia obama, politics, puppies!!!!!!, sasha obama, the important things in life



Maybe you've heard that Cuddle Guv Paterson's budget includes cutting funds to state zoos from $9 mil to $4 mil next year, then eliminating state funding for them altogether in 2010. So the Wildlife Conservation Society, which runs the city's zoos and aquariums, has made this funny clip where a porcupine gets the pink-slip talk, then waggles off disconsolately. It's exactly as cute as it sounds. [Boogie Downer]
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Filed Under: animals, animanhattan, neighborhood watch, porcupines, zoos

Louis Vuitton recently fêted the launch of its Stephen Sprouse collection. Marc Jacobs told New York's Harriet Mays Powell his inspiration for the line came from a number of places. "I thought, well, how do we deface the monogram to make something more rebellious? More punk?" Jacobs said. During a visit to Charlotte Gainsbourg's apartment, he noticed a Louis Vuitton monogram trunk painted black, and the idea gelled. Watch the video for a glimpse of the Sprouse exhibit at Deitch Projects, Debbie Harry, and Jacobs's favorite new leggings.
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Filed Under: collaboration station, debbie harry, louis vuitton, marc jacobs, stephen sprouse

When John Patrick Shanley decided to make a film based on his Pulitzer-winning play Doubt — about a conservative nun and her clash with a progressive priest, Father Flynn, who may have abused an altar boy — he wanted to recapture the look and feel of the Bronx Catholic school he attended as a boy. So, quite naturally, Shanley called his first-grade teacher, Sister Peggy, now 73, and asked her to serve as the movie's technical consultant. We spoke to both by phone last week about nuns on film, Meryl Streep's performance, and how to break Philip Seymour Hoffman's concentration.
John, for you to bring on an expert like Sister Peggy you must've been concerned about the difficulty of accurately portraying nuns on film. Had you seen many nun movies that didn't quite convince you?
John Patrick Shanley: The Flying Nun. I still can't get over that premise. What kind of mind thought that up? But we've both taken a journey from 1964 to 2008. Sister Peggy was my teacher when I was six, so the jump for us was 48 years. So much has happened in the world. I didn't know anything about the way that the nuns — I knew how they behaved in the classroom and in the church, but I had no idea how they behaved, for instance, in the convents, and that was something we very much needed Sister Peggy for.
Can you give an example of something specific that she might've helped with?
JPS: I never actually said this — I was very very happy with the stage version of the show, but I didn't like the ways that the nuns' bonnets looked. I thought they looked ragtag. And then in the film, the bonnets looked exactly as I remembered them. I knew that was in part to Sister Peggy, she was policing those bonnets.
SP: Yes! Absolutely. I showed them how to make it on the desk in school. We actually went up to our retirement convent and had lunch and met the one and only living sister, Charity, 93 years old, who wears the habit. She's quite with it and she got up and modeled it. Meryl came up to watch this too. And I agree, the bonnet is much better worn in the film.
Sister Peggy — Amy Adams's character, Sister James, was based on you. How much of yourself did you see in her performance?
SP: I saw myself more in Amy Adams than in Heather [Goldenhersh, who played Sister James in the stage version]. To me, Amy was more the way I think I would be at the time. I could see the conflict; it's kind of like a seesaw ride. You're trying to be respectful to your principal and superior in the convent, yet at the same time you're warmly human and aware of Vatican II and the changes going on. I would have liked Father Flynn's approach, I'm sure I would've.
Meryl Streep's reading of Sister Aloysius's character is quite different from Cherry Jones's in the play...
JPS: When Cherry Jones did the first reading for me, I was like "Okay, this is transformative. This is a big leap." She really turned into somebody fairly different from Cherry. And that was very exciting and terrific. On film? That probably would have been too big a leap. In a play you need a slightly bigger size than you do for a film. I was not surprised by Meryl's first take on the character. I just had an immediate feeling of natural recognition, where I went, "Oh yeah, that's the woman — that's Meryl Streep and that's Sister Aloysius." That's what you're looking for [on film]. You don't want the leap to be so great that it's hard to switch over to Meryl. You want it to be so narrow that it isn't transformative.
Sister Peggy, you worked primarily with Amy and Meryl. Did you work with Philip Seymour Hoffman at all?
SJ: I didn't really speak to him very much. He's the most focused actor I've ever seen. I'd pass him in the hallway and he'd be pacing just like a real priest and looking down at the book. He was really into that part. In the beginning, I was kind of teasing and I'd say, "Good morning father." And then, after a while, I thought, "Uh oh, I'm not doing that."
John, at this point, who do you think is more tired of being asked whether Father Flynn is guilty — you or Philip?
JPS: Well, I think Phil is more tired of it. I actually enjoyed the fact that somebody has this restlessness at the end of the film. There's something that they want to put to rest for themselves, so frankly, they don't have to think about it anymore. I like that. I would very much dislike taking that away from them. Phil, I think, would just like to kill them all.
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Filed Under: amy adams, chat room, doubt, john patrick shanley, meryl streep, nuns, philip seymour hoffman
Once a week, Daily Intel takes a peek behind doors left slightly ajar. This week: The D.J. With a Day Job and a Flair for Fantasy; 26, Female, LES, straight, very involved.
DAY ONE
6:50 a.m.: Wake to recall last night: orgasm in my room, which was one-sided (mine), lights on, from a Barney. ( Barney: noun, man procured from bar for the purpose of detached sexual gratification.) His midtown attitude translated into discomfort when I asked him to roughly cover my mouth.
7:19 a.m.: Sixty-second orgasm with massage showerhead.
8:55 a.m.: Text from Married Guy, unrequited love of my life with whom I have had an inappropriate, incessantly textual relationship for the past year. We have not yet slept together.
10:15 a.m.: Share uncomfortable elevator silence with very wedding-banded man with whom I had an extremely hot one-night stand. Recall his delighted exclamations, e.g., "look at that," said in whisper while I removed my underwear.
10:38 a.m.: MG's texts have become overwhelmingly hot. Today's contain specific requests for obedience on the part of me and the imaginary girl with whom we are having an imaginary threesome.
11:05 a.m.: Receive phone call from MG, and sneak into vacant office. "Though sort of pedestrian," he would like for one of us to lick the other while he has sex with her.
11:20 a.m.: Receive follow-up call. Informed that I will be tied up and made to beg. Stare blankly at my computer for ten minutes. Fail to do anything for remainder of day.
2:30 p.m.: Co-worker shows off his new cell phone by accessing Youporn.com. I scroll over video titled "my first interracial threesome."
5:15 p.m.: No additional text messages from MG. Begin to worry that he did, as he had suggested, drive off the road in a sex-crazed frenzy.
9:15 p.m.: Read portions of Hemingway's Garden of Eden, from which MG's recent obsession with threesome was born. Marathon of self-pleasure. Have orgasms, sleep on towel.
DAY TWO
6:30 a.m.: Wake to alarm. 4:11 a.m. texts from guy whose number is stored in my phone as "Rando French Guy." A Barney.
8:50 a.m.: Last day of the year. Run in my tights. Briefly entertain possible punishments for bad behavior.
9:35 a.m.: Co-worker with whom I had brief affair comes to visit. He tells me about his plan to attend a house party with college-age friends of his college-age girlfriend. Walks away. I am left with the image of him continuing to do me while I answered my cell phone at his Tribeca apartment.
12:50 p.m.: MG receives my holiday gift, Ayn Rand's Anthem, 50th-anniversary edition. Texts me "thanks."
2:15 p.m.: Receive instructions from MG to send him a list of things I would like to have him do during our planned encounter. Head is spinning.
10:55 p.m.: At bar New Year's Eve party. Explain to male friend that we should stand apart so as not to repel potential suitors. Drink four glasses of whiskey.
12:01 a.m.: Wish Happy New Year to the man smoking outside the bar. He says my friend let him finger her in the taxi here, and is she now making out with a very unattractive man. We have a brief, friendly kiss and he takes off in a taxi.
12:30 a.m.: Text "Happy New Year" to MG, to which he responds only, "You too."
7:05 a.m.: Arrive home with British Barney. Say hello to roommate and friends who are still drinking in the kitchen. Escort him to my bedroom where I allow him to get me off without removing his pants.
DAY THREE
11:25 a.m.: Wake with incredible hangover, alone. Stare at ceiling in attempt to recall detail of prior evening. Nothing.
12:40 a.m.: Text MG a picture of the grotesque, nearly deforming hickey dead-center on my neck.
2 p.m.: Review text messages received during prior evening/morning Including, but not limited to: "Happy New Year, slut," "You suck," and "When the fuck are you coming over?" Move to couch for continued recovery time.
4:50 p.m.: Watch documentary. Entertain thought of MG coercing me to bend over. Return to bedroom.
7:50 p.m.: Receive call from D---, my high-school sweetheart with whom I have a boringly domestic relationship, despite our mutual disinterest. He represents my parents' first choice in suitors, owed to his technical status of "Jewish." Fight over whether it's my turn to come to Brooklyn. Decide to meet the following evening, out of sheer laziness.
9:12 p.m.: Begin erotic texts with MG on topic of sharing shower during imaginary threesome.
DAY FOUR
7:40 a.m.: Having slept through alarm, choose to take a personal day.
1:14 p.m.: Continue naughty text barrage. MG commands me to send an account of my vision for our threesome to him by Sunday evening. I accept.
2:25 p.m.: En route to gym, receive call from MG. He tells me abut a woman who once took him home and then changed into a "sexy" policewoman outfit. He admits to having been entirely uncomfortable and that, to her disappointment, none of her props were used.
8:40 p.m.: Am bored at concert. D--- has decided to emphasize our coupledom to his friends by publicly hugging and kissing me. I watch the lead guitar's bicep through his hipster shirt.
10:30 p.m.: Having finished watching Kung Fu Panda, D--- and I climb into bed and I explain, half truthfully, that I am not "feeling sexy." I despise myself for using this terminology, and him for accepting my rejection.
11:45 p.m.: Reading and snuggling lead, inevitably, to gentle, lights-off sex during which I force orgasm by masturbation.
DAY FIVE
8:45 a.m.: Wake to alarm and scent of D--- sweating. Extract myself and hide in shower.
9:20 a.m.: Feeling cheered by my multiple shower orgasms, head to family brunch on Third Avenue. Leave D--- asleep in my bed.
11:25 a.m.: Feeling shunned by happily coupled siblings, retreat to couch to text MG.
12:29 p.m.: Call from MG. He's en route to return bird feed to the pet store. I stand on the street, freezing, and learn about his first-ever orgasm at age 16 on a beach with his then-girlfriend. Cradle this image in my mind.
6:20 p.m.: Spa. Pruned from steam and hot tub. Receive excellent hot-towel massage while Brad tells me about surfing in Peru. He leaves me his contact number and e-mail.
9:35 p.m.: Drink in B---'s kitchen with his roommate, an exceedingly short and squat Asian girl who is deciding on an outfit for the evening. I wonder about what sorts of men she picks up at East Williamsburg bars, and whether any of them have midget fetishes.
12:40 a.m.: Finish vocal track with B---, an ex with whom I am recording an album. Though I have not slept with him in months, he continues to attempt, fervently, to coerce me.
2:20 a.m.: B--- and I get into bed to watch a Woody Allen movie while he aggressively pets my hair and rubs himself against me. One of a great many ways he continues his attempt to resume our sexual relationship, which was punctuated by our realization of role-play fantasies and a spanking fetish. I announce that my eye is hurting (partially true) and am relieved when he falls asleep.
DAY SIX
11:11 a.m.: Wake in a panic without access to BlackBerry, which reads only "battery too low for radio use." Immediately get taxi back to the city.
11:40 a.m.: Arrive home to review texts of prior evening. One from the Professor in typically undecipherable garble: "you were just the greatest thing you did sweets." He's a college professor I dated until his alcoholism and concurrent violence became unlivable.
1:30 p.m.: Climb into bed to complete story for MG. Have three very intense orgasms around the idea of being held down and pounded forcibly in a hotel room. Change sheets.
6:24 p.m.: Run at the gym while imagining scenarios. Commit to losing ten-plus pounds before allowing MG to see me completely naked.
8:15 p.m.: Receive text from MG reading "quite hot." Am dismayed by his lack of enthusiasm so do not respond.
8:25 p.m.: Receive follow-up text from MG inquiring as to lack of response. I text that his review was glib.
9:30 p.m.: Try on clothes for event while male roommate entertains an unusually unattractive choice. She is pudgy with bad glasses; he seems extremely intoxicated.
11:44 p.m.: Read favorite loss-of-virginity passage from Edwidge Danticat novel and try to get off.
DAY SEVEN
7 a.m.: Convince myself that shower masturbation is, legitimately, a necessary aspect of a morning routine. Justify lateness by telling myself that I am actually multitasking by using the time to also soak in my conditioner.
7:22 a.m.: Remember that MG may join me at event tonight, and shave every inch of my body just in case.
9 a.m.: Read cover article in amNY on the topic of binge drinking and how it relates to STDs. Read aloud to my co-worker, who shares my amusement at the suggestion that "women limit themselves to one drink per night."
11:25 a.m.: Ride elevator with a man I went to dinner with once. He admitted that he was more than twice my age, and so we parted ways. MG is exactly twice my age.
7:30 p.m.: Book reading and party. MG arrives in a cashmere-blend coat and scarf. We drink wine and listen to the reading.
9 p.m.: MG reminds me to wear my seat belt and initiates hand-holding. He gives the name of a woman he had a MMF threesome with years ago, and says she wanted to marry him, and tells how she begged him to touch the man, but he refused.
9:12 p.m.: I invite MG up to my apartment "for a minute," and he agrees. Parking's not readily available.
9:30 p.m.: MG removes his watch, and remarks that he would have felt strange with it on. He holds my hair while I go down on him from my knees.
9:50 p.m.: After only a minute or so of begging, he agrees to have sex with me. A brief search for condoms ensues, after which I toss on a nightgown and bother my roommate for one of hers.
10:05 p.m.: We have very good but uninventive sex, ending in simultaneous orgasm.
10:15 p.m.: I give him a follow-up blow job, which is pleasantly effective and thoroughly enjoyable for us both.
10:35 p.m.: Having begun to receive calls from the missus ("I'm supposed to be at a reading!"), MG dresses and replaces his watch. He asks if the first time was disappointing. Leaves.
11:15 p.m.: Spend 30 minutes or so googling his former lover, with no results.
11:30 p.m.: Assume that his post-coital question means, in fact, that he was disappointed. Cry.
TOTALS: Four acts of intercourse with four partners; two acts of cunnilingus; two acts of fellatio; six acts of masturbation, three with showerhead massager and one with Edwidge Danticat passage; four phone-text fantasies with Married Guy, including beach fantasy, policewoman, MFF threesome (on bed and in shower), and hotel hold-down; one post-coital cry.
Filed Under: sex diaries

"I was going to say that when I got the DVD for 'Schindler's List', one critic said, 'You should have a box of tissues ready.' And I was going to say, 'That sounds a bit sick!'" —Ricky Gervais on the Holocaust joke that he didn't tell at the Golden Globes [MTV]
"There are a lot of problems out there in the world, many of them serious, many of them that I care deeply about, but who am I, or any other actor, to get in the way of tradition?" —Leonardo DiCaprio on the Golden Globes [NYT]
"I did not see her on that show because nobody saw her on that." —Mike Darnell, president of alternative entertainment for Fox, on new American Idol judge Kara DioGuardi's previous television experience on The One [NYT]
"If — and this is a big if — Blink-182 were ever to re-form, it would have to be the most amazing, ridiculous, mind-blowing show and tour ever." —Mark Hoppus confirms that Blink-182 will never get back together [MTV]
"He's a talented artist, but if you put him in a space when we're in direct competition, my consistency will break his neck." —50 Cent on his new beef with Lil Wayne [MTV]
"He calls me in the middle of the night, 'Come to the studio.' I get there, this n---a pressed play, and everything he played was super-duper phenomenal, #1 [smash]. He's singing, 'So I went to get her in my spaceship.' Craziest thing you ever heard in your life." —Fat Joe on Lil Wayne [MTV]
"At the end of the day it's my job to make sure I nail this. How could I come back to Brooklyn, how could I come back home and be a laughingstock? I live here." —Jamal Woolard on playing Biggie [NYT]
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Filed Under: 50 Cent, American Idol, Fat Joe, Golden Globes, Leonardo DiCaprio, Lil Wayne, Mike Darnell, Quote Machine, Ricky Gervais

The International Center of Photography is opening a show culled from eBay. Curator Brian Wallis was alerted to a listing on eBay for 4,000 of Harper's Bazaar photographer Martin Munkacsi's long-lost negatives. He drove to the seller's house in Connecticut and found 300 boxes with images of Jean Harlow, Katharine Hepburn, and Fred Astaire. The seller priced the images — lost on an immigration journey — at $1 million. No word on what ICP paid for them. [NYM]
Filed Under: ebay, international center of photography, martin munkacsi, picture perfect

“I was a $50 billion failure.” That might sound like Bernie Madoff in a desperate moment, but no: It’s Harry Markopolos, the 52-year-old Boston accountant who years ago alerted the government to the largest Ponzi scheme of all time, only to be told, “Thanks very much. Now go away, you silly crank.” Of all the shame and humiliation that the Madoff story has rained down on the financial world — on the clueless feeder funds that steered money his way, on the regulators who were handed the goods on Madoff and shitcanned it, on the family that now claims ignorance of the gargantuan fraud perpetrated in their midst — here’s the one guy who heartily deserves to bask in at least fifteen minutes of fame, and now, he says, he wants nothing whatsoever to do with it. “Why would people think I feel good about this?” he says. “People think I’m a hero, but I didn’t stop him. He stopped himself.” And he scoffs at the offers from Hollywood he's been receiving steadily since the story broke: “They’ll just add in sex and violence.”
You couldn't blame them. Markopolos, whom one colleague describes as "quiet and analytical," isn't exactly the dashing, Cary Grant–in–North By Northwest figure one producer imagines him to be. (He's more Russell Crowe in The Insider: a science geek with a comb-over.) His role in the Madoff saga began in 2000, when the hedge fund he was working at asked him to figure out how to match the fantastically consistent returns produced by Madoff in options trading. Markopolos studied the markets and deduced it couldn’t be done: Madoff had to be cheating — either by front-running, which would’ve involved trading on advance information about customer orders from his market-making firm, or by the good ol' doomed-to-fail Ponzi method. Before long, the world-weary numbers cruncher settled on the latter and wrote a series of whistleblowing memos to the Securities and Exchange Commission. Memos that they, as we're now painfully aware, dismissed.
But it's not just the SEC that Markopolos blames for allowing Madoff's scheme to reach such epic proportions. The press, he said, "wasn’t listening to me," suggesting that after failing to arouse the interest of the SEC, he went to reporters, who were equally unreceptive. Which means that someone, somewhere, was handed a ready-made Pulitzer, or at least the chance to be the Bethany McLean of the Madoff scandal, and blew it big time. We bet that person wants to stay out of the limelight, too.
The Whistleblower [Boston Globe]
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Filed Under: bernard madoff, bernie madoff, business, Made-Off, ponzi schemes, sec

There were two things we learned from Bill and Hillary's ginormous book advances: The couple was enormously popular worldwide, and publishers liked to throw around a lot of money. So, on the heels of Laura Bush's considerably more modest windfall (a reported $1.5 million), we had some book honchos take a wild stab at what President Obama will be looking at — presuming reelection — for his memoirs in eight years.
Larry Kirshbaum, agent and former CEO, Time Warner Books:
"With Dow 9,000 as a base, if it's at 15,000 or below, it's a disaster given inflation and he'll get in the $5 million range. For every 1,000 points above 15,000, he gets another million. So at 20,000 he's at $10 million, at 25,000 he's at $15 million and so on. 28,000, for $18 million, should be very doable. It would require 15% compound growth annually. In more normal times, we would expect a savvy investment manager to return 15% per year, so a good President should do the same."
Geoff Kloske, publisher, Riverhead Books:
"Five million in today's dollars, adjusted for inflation, minus $1 million for each big scandal, plus $1 million for each major new piece of legislation, times two if the foreigners still love him."
Eric Simonoff, agent, Janklow and Nesbit:
"In an auction between the two remaining megahouses, President Obama's memoirs will go for $15,000,000, which doesn't sound like all that much until you factor in eight years of spiraling deflation, which makes that equivalent to $30,000,0000 in 2009 dollars."
Stuart Krichevsky, agent:
"A smart publisher might try to sign the book today, for an advance tied to the S&P 500 on the day Barack leaves office. Think of it as an economic stimulus package. So the advance is anybody's guess, but the book will initially be distributed as a tweet (or the 2016 equivalent) for a donation of $250 or more."
David Hirshey, Executive Editor, HarperCollins:
"The question presumes three major things. One, that the vast left-wing conspiracy gets its way and Obama has a second term. Two, that the dollar still exists in eight years. And three, that the book business still exists. If all three make it that far, I could see Obama getting the biggest Presidential advance in history. He's already had two bestsellers and something tells me that he has a decent shot at being an Oprah's Book Club choice — should she be around in eight years. Clinton got $12 million — and he was impeached — so you're looking at somewhere north of $15 million. If for nothing else, a sweet book deal is a pretty good reason for Obama to turn around the economy, bring peace to the Middle East, get us out of Iraq and Afghanistan and solve global warming. Of course, if he were to arrange for a BCS playoff format, then the sky is the limit."
Robert Barnett, lawyer-agent for both Clintons, Greenspan, Laura Bush, and
everyone else in Washington:
Robert Barnett had no comment.
David Rosenthal, publisher, Simon & Schuster trade
"The only certainty is that Barnett will be representing him. If it turns out Obama's really a Martian, that's worth a lot because it's a great revelation. There's been great profit for people who have been president. It's been Jimmy Carter's entire source of income. One of the reasons the Clinton book went for so much was that there was an international market. He became a world hero, a great figure for various reasons. George Bush, I don't think anybody can make that same claim. Plus he'll write it in crayon. But Obama, I've never seen such excitement, so that bodes very well for the "big planet, big dollars" concept." Would a scandal would help or hurt? "It depends on the kind of scandal. There's the blow-job premium."
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Filed Under: barack obama, baseless speculation, books

We've heard a lot lately about layoffs at fashion labels, but little to nothing about cuts in their sister modeling industry. But agencies aren't immune to the downturn either. A model friend tells us Elite cut 25 models and 3 bookers. We have no confirmation at this time, but it's sad news if true — modeling is a hard-knock life as it is. If anyone has more details, e-mail us at thecut@nymag.com.
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Filed Under: elite, model tracker, models
Everybody: my emotions are feeling all mixed-martial-artsy when I tell you that yes, Friday will be my last day here at BWE.tv!!! I am leaving to go work for Late Night With Jimmy Fallon, specifically: as the Head Blogger for LateNightWithJimmyFallon.com. Anybody that knows me (or anyone who has stalked me over the years - Brad Pitt, I'm talking to you) knows that I have always wanted to work on Late Night in some way, so it feels like a dream come true (like an actual dream dream - not the weird ones I have while I'm sleeping that often involve poo). Before I pack up my cubicle for 30 Rock, however, I promise to post as many photos of Heidi Montag as possible, and will try to incorporate my Cancer Walk Photo as often as I can. Because I want to do this in the least selfish way possible. Any other requests?
While we already covered the actors who didn't show up to last night's Golden Globes, there was one brave soul who triumphantly faced down a life-threatening disease in order to make a brave appearance at the show. That actor, of course, is Jeremy Piven. However, the fragile stage actor and sashimi addict, who recently conquered a bout of mercury poisoning so grave that it would've sent a weaker person to the morgue, was not given the kind of treatment last night that someone in his weakened state deserved. Not only did the HFPA snub Piven's extremely subtle and emotionally nuanced performance as Ari Gold in Entourage, but both Mark Wahlberg and NBC's mealy-mouthed Tiki Barber seriously busted his balls during a pre-show red-carpet interview about the illness that forced Piven to unwillingly drop out of Speed-the-Plow. Mark Walhberg treated the Emmy-winning Entourage star Piven as if he had cooties, and even the normally mild-mannered Barber couldn't resist getting in a few jabs at this poor, defenseless creature. The video lives, as you've come to expect, after the jump.
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Filed Under: Entourage, Food Allergies, Jeremy Piven, Kudos, Mark Wahlberg, Speed-the-Plow, The Sushi Defense, Tiki Barber

The Fashion Informer interviewed retailer-cum-designer Steven Alan before Christmas and just posted the Q&A. In the intro to the conversation, about everything from Alan's beverage of choice to iPod rotation, the blogger writes Alan "is gearing up for the spring 2009 debut of his Steven Alan for Uniqlo collection." Yes, they just casually slipped that in there like we all knew, which we didn't, and offered no further details. We asked a Uniqlo spokeswoman to confirm the line was so, but she only said she was "unable to release any information about the Uniqlo collaboration." Perhaps Alan, shirts from whose regular line cost $158, didn't realize he wasn't supposed to tell The Fashion Informer? The spokeswoman did say "the" collaboration, so it sounds like a good possibility even though she declined to confirm anything. We hope it is, anyway. Because you know you're broke when you're holding out for your income tax return in January. And we heart Steven Alan, natch.
Random Questions For…Steven Alan [TFI via Racked]
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Filed Under: steven alan, things we hope are true, uniqlo
Judson Laipply, the inspirational comedian behind the one-time most-watched video on Youtube, Evolution of Dance, just released Evolution of Dance 2 (the exact same thing with different songs) in the hopes of having a bunch of nonthreatening-humor-loving parents who just discovered Ctrl-V email it to one another.
Needless to say, internet commenters are jumping at this exceptional opportunity to leave really bitter, internetty comments on a video that's sure to get linked everywhere. Evolution of Dance 2 already has over 1700 Youtube comments with more appearing by the second; most are along the lines of "lol -- loved it!" or "278th comment!", but because I never FAIL! to be fascinated by unnecessarily mad Youtube commenters, I've gone through and picked out my 20 favorite angry, internetty responses:
20. deelix
Overrated as f*ck
19. clow2ground
You have to be fresh and new, This performance has played out. Do something else.
18. radio213
it pisses me off that the other one is the most watched video, they all suck massive c*ck
17. Emerald1234S
Wow, all he has to do is shake is ass and they go crazy. You'd think that would be a bit of a cliché by now. Whuteva
16. fatwolf666
Bored...zzZZzZZzZ...2 stars
15. boomtao
Perhaps the sound is not in sync with the video. His timing seems off all the time! Since this is rehearsed to death he should start learning to listen to the music!
14. ncblkking252
just trying to eek out that last second in his 15 min of fame 14:59 and counting
13. Skillz0r
the last one wasnt nessicarely betterdance-wise,, but the camera position was better ^6
12. jhoomdoom
not as good as the first one... lacks spontaniety..
11. melvinjew
yeah 1st one was ten times better, also looked like he had a couple of technical problems.
10. ju1ius
the first one was way much better than this one. this was kinda boring, not entertaining at all. even it wasnt a sequel, it wouldn't be good
9. jondlr
this one is bunk. Part one is waaay better!
8. maesecamara
I guess you tried to go further, but the second parts are not usually good. And this one, I guess is something you shouldnt do.
7. liljjjj
The fact that 99% of the music was from African Americans further fabricates the stereotype that European Americans don't dance!
6. aqsqu4ever
Bah he sucks even my granny dances better...
5. pyrodogg
Soujachild is phail
4. Poobsterdood
This is no where near as funny as the original. Sorry, u get the "Numa Numa Sequel" stamp of shame.
3. SamuraiClinton
THE LAMEST SONGS EVER!!!
Why couldn't of you explored the vast spectrum of underground songs that have more emphasis on special effects than lyrics?
Because thats what I like.
2. borgmdp
god thank you for letting me writte here in the second release of the most viewed video in youtube. The history will remember me. Even i saw the video with no music and he makes me wanna puke.
1. lewishoty
Gay
Reuters - Menswear designer Ferruccio Pozzoni has left Valentino, the Italian fashion house said on Monday.
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