Reuters - Theatergoers won't forget to turn their cell phones off again, after Australian actor Hugh Jackman stopped a Broadway show to ask one audience member to stop a phone from ringing.
Reuters - Theatergoers won't forget to turn their cell phones off again, after Australian actor Hugh Jackman stopped a Broadway show to ask one audience member to stop a phone from ringing.
(AP) AP - Robin Roberts, co-host of ABC's "Good Morning America" and a breast cancer survivor, will be guest announcer this Friday during a special Grand Ole Opry show promoting research about the disease. Source: Yahoo! News: Entertainment News | 29 Sep 2009 | 3:35 am
AP - Robin Roberts, co-host of ABC's "Good Morning America" and a breast cancer survivor, will be guest announcer this Friday during a special Grand Ole Opry show promoting research about the disease. Source: Yahoo! News: Entertainment News | 29 Sep 2009 | 3:35 am
Lee Daniels had so much faith in Mariah Carey's acting that when the director's first choice to play a dowdy, no-nonsense social worker _ Oscar-winner Helen Mirren _ backed out, he quickly... Source: RSS feed - channel BNewsEnter | 29 Sep 2009 | 3:26 am
AP - Lee Daniels had so much faith in Mariah Carey's acting that when the director's first choice to play a dowdy, no-nonsense social worker Oscar-winner Helen Mirren backed out, he quickly asked Carey to step in.
AP - Lee Daniels had so much faith in Mariah Carey's acting that when the director's first choice to play a dowdy, no-nonsense social worker Oscar-winner Helen Mirren backed out, he quickly asked Carey to step in.
The remaining 14 contestants performed on Dancing With the Stars tonight, meaning each celeb had limited time to strut their stuff to ensure time for all—plus...
Front Page: 'Haven' for E1 on the smallscreen -- Stephen King is taking another stab at the smallscreen, signing on to turn his novella "The Colorado Kid" into an hourlong series for indie studio E1 Entertainment ("Hung").
Reuters - There is much to admire in the National Theater production of Tony Kushner's translation of "Mother Courage and Her Children" by Bertolt Brecht, especially Tom Pye's dynamic set design and Duke Special's inspired music. But it fails to coalesce into the fierce anti-war statement it is meant to be. Source: Yahoo! News: Entertainment Reviews | 28 Sep 2009 | 7:19 pm
In about 180 days after tomorrow, Emmy Rossum will be officially single.
The actress's estranged hubby, record company exec Justin Siegel, filed for divorce Friday after a year and a...
Chantal from left: With Michelle Obama earlier this month in New York; with Paris Hilton in Beverly Hills in April; awaiting Pope Benedict's arrival to Cameroon in March; and strutting the red carpet solo in L.A. in April.
The Huffington Post has picked up on a new fashion character who has been haunting us — in a good way — since last week. She is the 39-year-old First Lady of Cameroon, Chantal Biya, and she is like the Lady Gaga Knowles of first ladies — Lady Gowles, if you will. The Huffington Post reports:
In the past, she's mentioned Dior and Chanel as a few of her favorite European labels, while the traditional African outfits she dons are custom-made, designed, and sewn by tailors ... In Cameroon her wardrobe has made her so popular she routinely launches trends and has a hairstyle, the Chantal Biya, named after hair.
She is so diva-fierce we can hardly stand it. She proudly towers above her husband, thanks to her magnificent mane and platform heels. She wore a giant cross-emblazoned, pink-and-white lace origami hat to meet the pope. And she makes Michelle Obama, a considerable fashion risk-taker by Washington standards, look so understated. Chantal's photo op with with Paris Hilton surely has to be the best bit of publicity that socialite has ever gotten. Seeing how happy she looks holding Paris's hand almost makes us feel like Paris should make us that happy, too! Almost.
In this week's edition of New York, Amy Larocca sits down with Carrie Fisher in advance of the Roundabout Theatre production of her one-woman show, Wishful Drinking. Tim Murphy chats with the up-and-coming star of Precious, Gabby Sidibe. Eric Kohn talks with the lead of the new Coen Brothers film, Michael Stuhlbarg, who's also a longtime Broadway vet. Speaking of A Serious Man, David Edelstein reviews that, Whip It, and Capitalism: A Love Story. Will Leitch takes a look at some of the weirder outgrowths of the zombie film genre. Lizzy Goodman profiles the broody, witty pop collective known as Miike Snow. Boris Kachka conducts a Q&A with the Ephron sisters, Nora and Delia, regarding the new monologues they penned for Love, Loss, and What I Wore. He also takes a look at the burgeoning trend of novelists like Michael Chabon and Zadie Smith taking brief breaks from fiction to write memoirs. Justin Davidson reviews the Met's messy new production of Tosca. Scott Brown breaks down the post-racial production of Othello that stars Philip Seymour Hoffman.
When we caught up with KRS-One at the taping of VH-1 Hip Hop Honors at the Brooklyn Academy of Music last week, we wondered whom he dreamed about collaborating with for a track. "AC/DC," he told us. "Well, I shouldn't really say this, but on my first album, Criminal Minded, I sampled their music. They never sued me, ever. After 23 years, that record still rocks." The show airs October 13 on VH-1. See more in our Party Lines slideshow.
AP - Drew Barrymore has forged a persona as both an actress and producer with movies that exude a playful sense of girl power, so it only makes sense that "Whip It," her first feature as a director, would share that same sort of vibe.
Front Page: 'This Is It' presales breaking records -- Michael Jackson concert docu "This Is It" is racking up record-breaking presales as fans line up to purchase tickets for advanced screenings of the Sony pic, which bows Oct. 27.
According to GossipCop.com, a website that only prints things that are true, the current strip has the teenage pop star turning up at a big red-carpet event wearing the same dress as Samantha. Then Mario Cantone says something gay. [Gossip Cop]
What is happening to young Drake? He blew up this summer, thanks to So Far Gone, a refreshingly vulnerable mix tape full of confessions, regrets, and real talk. But sudden success might be messing with his head — see the new video for “Money to Blow,” a single off Birdman’s upcoming solo album, Priceless (yes, another one; no, we don’t know why), featuring one ugly verse from Drizzy: His boasts — “I am on a 24-hour Champagne diet,” “Get a load of this,” “I’m the mutherfucking man,” etc. — are as awkward and boorish as Gone’s best lines were clever and honest. We guess we shouldn’t be surprised that Birdman — who, as the founder of Cash Money, is ostensibly Drake’s boss — would recruit the guy for one of these artless “We ballin’ hard” tracks. And in all honesty, Drake’s airy chorus makes this a particularly good one (as Wayne points out on his verse, “We gon’ be all right if we put Drake on every hook”). It’s just that now we have to worry about Drake’s official debut, Thank Me Later, slated for the first quarter of 2010, being all about how rich and awesome he is now. Watch the video at YouTube.
The spring 2010 Dolce & Gabbana show in Milan yesterday closed with a finale of models clad in only panties storming the runway. But does that make the bottoms appropriate to wear, paired only with panty hose, when watching the show from the front row, as Daisy Lowe did?
What say you: Give the look a chance, or get this girl some pants?
Queens "doughnut man" Najibullah Zazi may have been part of a ring. A law-enforcement official told the AP today that investigators have identified "at least three" accomplices, all allegedly from New York, who are suspected of helping Zazi procure the ingredients to make a bomb. Then he declined to say where the possible accomplices or the bomb-making materials were. Which is comforting. [AP]
Tina Brown, "Queen of Buzz," clearly realized what went wrong with her last book venture back at Talk/Miramax. (Well, other than the getting-into-a-war-with-the-Weinsteins thing.) With the newly announced partnership between her Daily Beast website and Perseus Book Group, she'll release books on the "buzzy" topics of the day, but at a rapid-fire pace. First she'll start by selling E-books by the Beast's roster of impressive contributors, and then she'll move on to a quick-turnaround series of paperback releases. Dubbed "Beast Books," the new venture will try to expand a currently struggling new field of publishing — think those hastily cobbled Time and Newsweek "Commemorative Issues" about things like presidential elections, combined with the reporting juice of that slender Us Weekly tome about the demise of Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston's marriage. "There is a real window of interest when people want to know something," Brown said. "And that window slams shut pretty quickly in the media cycle." It's true! For example, by the time December 2008 rolled around, we'd already forgotten all about our onetime Olympic hero Michael Phelps. It wasn't until he got busted for smoking pot in January of 2009 that we even thought about his book, No Limits, released the month before. Not that we bought it, or anything, because everything we wanted to know was already online. But still! We thought about it.
Unless you are a celebrity or MTV has decided that you're dull yet seemingly poreless enough to star in a reality show, interning at fashion companies and magazines here in the U.S. tends to be highly unglamorous. You have to carry garment bags around, hide from your superiors in a windowless fashion closet, organize shoes, and get coffee, all while keeping up with Twilight. You may, in this country, have to do all of this for no pay or school credit. However, things might be worse in the U.K., where employers of interns might actually be cheaper than they are here.
“That studio had no heating and sometimes no light in the middle of winter, with us piling on jackets, hats and gloves and straining our eyes while stitching toiles by candlelight,” Anna Heinrup recalled.
She was not describing the working conditions of Dickensian London, but her last job as an unpaid design intern for an up-and-coming London designer.
In London, designers are required by law to pay interns who do actual work, but they easily skirt this by not telling anyone they actually keep interns. Many of these interns have already graduated from design school. The good thing about this practice is that it causes young grads to set up their own companies so they can earn money. And to — depending on how cheap they are (or how much money their parents give them) — perhaps pass on the torture their up-and-coming former employers practiced on them.
Front Page: Festival kicked off last Thursday in Austin -- These days, it's standard practice in the fest world for programmers to get up before a screening and offer a glowing introduction, but only Fantastic Fest director Tim League would strip down to a sumo diaper and run through the auditorium with cult Japanese director Noboru Iguchi as the credits are rolling on the world premiere of "Robo-Geisha."
• Obviously, Daniel Craig and Hugh Jackman are not going to like it when a cell phone gets in the way of their theater acting. We're just surprised they stopped in the middle...
Love certainly seems to be in the air. Well, love and itchy ring fingers.
Count Claire Danes and Hugh Dancy among the growing crop of star newlyweds, as the longtime duo quietly tied...
At the end of last night's Seth Rogen–scripted Simpsons season premiere, a personal-trainer character voiced by Rogen ditches Homer, his client, to work with the guy who plays Turtle on Entourage ("He's an awful guy," says yellow Seth), presumably in revenge for Turtle's doubting that Katherine Heigl would date someone who looked like Rogen in real life, as she did in Knocked Up. It wasn't much of a dis, but it is pretty funny that Rogen was able to work it into an animated TV show with two months' lead time, while it took Entourage's writers two years to make a Knocked Up joke. [Hulu via Cinematical]
How I Met Your Mother: They are casting the mother as we speak! In January's 100th episode, Ted gets very close to revealing who the mom is—and NPH heads up a HIMYM musical...
• Is Time Warner planning to shed its Time Inc. magazine division? [Crain's] • Condé Nast is hunkering down for a big round of budget cuts, as you've probably heard. One Condé title that happens to be doing quite well: Vanity Fair's Italian edition, which having its best year ever, apparently. • Saturday Night Live's Jenny Slate won't be punished for cursing on the air. But it's looking like Darrell Hammond may have been dropped from the show. • Tina Brown's Daily Beast is planning to get into book publishing. [NYT] • Former Times film critic (and Turner Classic Movies host) Elvis Mitchell is in financial trouble again: He reportedly owes $500,000 in back taxes. [P6] • How much the cast of The Hills makes might make you nauseous. [TDB] • Can Twitter ever earn enough in advertising revenue to justify its recent valuation of $1 billion? It's highly unlikely, say some observers. [AdAge] • Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs was No. 1 again this weekend. [LAT]
• Another round of voluntary buyouts may be in the works at the Times. [NYP] • HSN's latest plan to make even more money: Amid all the non-stop selling, product placements will be added to the mix, too. [WSJ] • Everything you ever wanted to know about PBS host Charlie Rose, the "hardest-working man in TV news," supposedly. [Fortune] • Everything you wanted to know about the early morning routine of Alisyn Camerota, the co-host of Fox & Friends. [NYT] • Former New York Times columnist and Nixon speechwriter William Safire died yesterday of pancreatic cancer. He was 79. [NYT]
Joe Cassano, the former AIG financial-products head who has been called the person most responsible for bringing the insurance company to the brink of collapse, has returned to his home in Westport, Connecticut, from London, where he had been living while working for AIG. Reuters drove over to check out his digs, and found them somewhat disappointing, especially compared to his his "posh" home in the U.K.
The home, which the bespectacled Mr. Cassano bought in 1993 for about US$750,000, according to real estate records, is most notable for how modest it is compared with some of the far grander houses nearby. The records show it only has two bedrooms, although it does have four bathrooms, an in-ground pool, a bathhouse and two fireplaces.
Instead of the flashy BMWs that dot the driveways in the town, which is part of an area known as the "Gold Coast" because of the area's prosperity and concentration of hedge funds, the couple still make do with the his-and-her Jeep Cherokees they bought 12 years ago and which are parked out front.
We can't say we blame them; having traveled all that way, we'd be disappointed, too. The guy made $300 million while working in financial products! Where are the marble statues with his face carved into them, the hedgerows carefully sculpted into the shape of dollar bills, the gold fountains filled with live mermaids? What kind of story is this? What is the Working Families Party supposed to get outraged about here? Jeep Cherokees? This will not do at all.
On Friday afternoon, a group of fashion advocates, including designer Nanette Lepore and Representative Diane Waston (Democrat of California), gathered in the representative's Washington offices to discuss the state of the fashion industry and demonstrate their support for the creation of a Fashion Caucus in Congress. Sipping cocktails and wobbling a bit in their heels (D.C.’s penchant for smooth marble floors doesn’t do well with the stacked platform), the audience listened to the panel of designers, politicians, economists, and lobbyists who were invited by the Greater Washington Fashion Chamber of Commerce to discuss the need for more government involvement in the industry. Among the items on their agenda: the protection of intellectual-property rights for designers, the creation of enterprise zones across the country to promote local talent, and the need to ensure that New York City’s garment district doesn’t become a denizen of more condos and tourist traps. “This caucus isn’t about the image of fashion, it’s about the business of fashion,” said Christine Brooks-Cropper, GWFCC president, as she introduced the group.
“The fashion district is facing extinction, and small factories are being lost to developers,” said designer and garment-district advocate Nanette Lepore, who wrote an editorial about that threat earlier this month in the New York Times. “Without it, young designers cannot get their start in New York City.” Lepore worries that Mayor Bloomberg’s idea to consolidate millions of square feet currently used by fashion manufacturers into a 280,000-square-foot building will essentially decimate the industry. She proudly noted that she produces 80 percent of her line in the city and announced plans for a “Save the Fashion District” rally to be held at the bronze garment-worker statue at 39th and Seventh on October 21.
“I don’t think the local government understands how it works,” Lepore noted after her speech. “I’ve been trying to get a meeting with Bloomberg for a year … the mayor would rather have Chi-Chi’s and the Olive Garden in the area. I think he wants to ignore us so he can get his agenda passed through. But on October 21, he’s going to have to pay attention.”
Lepore says she’d gotten support from other local pols, like Scott Stringer and Kirsten Gillibrand, and is speaking with Anna Sui and CFDA executive director Steven Kolb about gaining more exposure for the rally. But she also needs some fashion bigwigs to start returning her calls.
“We need someone like Ralph Lauren onboard, or someone like Donna Karan. We need them to realize that they’re still there, their design rooms are still there, and they should be helping support this cause. We’re working real hard to try and get them, and I realize that they do get called a lot. But this is different. This is your bread and butter. This is your career, this is what you build your life on. You have to give back to those who want the same opportunity.”
Did you know that the run-off elections for comptroller and public advocate take place in NYC tomorrow? Probably not, since turnout at the polls is expected to be so low that pollsters are having a hard time coming up with accurate predictions about who's going to win when John Liu faces off against David Yassky to be NYC's next comptroller and Bill de Blasio goes up against Mark Green in the battle to be public advocate. But that means if you do plan to vote, you might actually make a difference! Just something to keep in mind! [Crain's, NY1]
Blake Hayes, a D.J. for WPLJ here in New York, says he and his friends were assaulted on Saturday in a hate-based crime outside McCoy's, a bar on Ninth Avenue and 51st Street. Hayes has been explaining the incident on his blog, and told the Post he is "more angry at the lack of response than the incident." While he says one of his friends was thrown into a car and another was punched twice in the face, the fact that cops on the scene refused to write a report is what got him most steamed. Later, at the 18th Precinct, they were able to file one. An NYPD spokesman said the matter is currently being investigated by their hate-crimes unit. [NYP]
MAKEUP
• Chanel Iman had her eyebrows bleached for the Bottega Veneta show. "When my brows were bleached, I felt like I was on another planet. I just didn't feel like myself. Once they dyed them back, I instantly felt stronger and more confident," the model said. [Daily Beauty Reporter/Allure]
• Makeup artist Tom Pecheaux described his look for the Marni show as "a Renaissance painting, full of rosy colors," and used plum stain on the lips and taupe shadow for the eyes. [WWD]
• British television personality Gok Wan is grateful that Jean Paul Gaultier developed a men's line of beauty products, because in women's makeup he looked "like a ladyboy." [Times UK]
HAIR
• After just recently going from brunette to blonde, Jessica Alba has changed her hair again: She's now a redhead. [StyleList]
• Drugstore.com sells a "Ho Wig" for $20 in its Halloween section. It's just fluffy, long black hair. [BellaSugar]
NAILS
• Models wore fake, thick plastic toenails at the Prada runway show last week, per Miuccia Prada's request. [Daily Beauty Reporter/Allure]
A one-family, 8,200-square-foot house in Gravesend (the neighborhood north of Brighton Beach) was recently purchased for $10.26 million, the borough’s biggest sale of the year. Looks like tonight there's going to be more than a small amount of atoning in the area for coveting thy neighbor’s sweet-ass real-estate score. [Brownstoner]
Reuters - Hoping to catch lightning in a bottle (or the ghost in the machine), Paramount Pictures has been treading carefully with its release of "Paranormal Activity," which opened in 12 theaters on Friday. Source: Yahoo! News: Entertainment Reviews | 28 Sep 2009 | 3:07 pm
"My first job on Broadway was The Changing Room in 1973, and it all took place in the locker room of a rugby team. And I had a long scene stark naked onstage. I won a Tony award for that, so I look for every opportunity to take my clothes off ever since. People don't always necessarily want me to, of course." —John Lithgow on his award-winning talent [LAT]
"I suppose I was always creative. I did start twenty novels, and then went, 'Ah, too hard,' and went to the bar." —Ricky Gervais on his lazy, pre-Office self [Guardian UK]
"There's a sort of double life that I have as far as acting. I love making films like Creation about Charles Darwin, but ... [t]he truth is when I was a kid my mom gave me a set of holsters, two holsters and guns and a cowboy hat. I ran around shooting things. And I suddenly thought, 'Well, it'd be really nice approaching 40 to have a ball doing that.'"—Paul Bettany [Female First]
"Nobody has ever loaned me money. I mean, I was going to die on a few occasions. Johnny Depp gave me CPR on one. That's as close as I ever got. I was watching that movie where he plays Dillinger, and I was like, 'Mother fucker, I never had myself any JD except CPR.'"—Courtney Love [Contact Music]
"It was my first acting school. I would pretend to be doing my homework, but I was really observing the women. I found their behavior mesmerizing — what they were hiding, how they left feeling a little different after they'd been helped to become a little more like whom they wanted to look like. They treated the place a little bit like a psychologist's office. They would share all their secrets." —Penélope Cruz on her mother's hair salon [VF]
"I don't like to look at Penélope directly. It is too overwhelming." —Woody Allen [VF]
"Filming action and stunts is a really challenging thing because there is so much to think about, it's like conducting a symphony." —Drew Barrymore on filming Whip It! [Showbiz Spy]
The people of China are preparing to celebrate the 60th anniversary of the People’s Republic by building this massive Mao Zedong statue, then, of course, bringing it to life with some mood slime and the Jackie Wilson song “Higher and Higher”:
Some more pics of Mighty Morphin’ Mao-er Rangers (no one’s reading today cause of the holiday, right? Cool, I’m leaving that joke):
On August 12, Michelle Obama wore a simple red belted sheath dress to a White House function. Turns out that dress is by Oscar de la Renta's son Moises de la Renta, who has a young clothing line of his own called MDLR. This is a spicy revelation, because while Oscar de la Renta has been a perennial favorite of past First Ladies, Michelle Obama has noticeably kept him out of her closet. Oscar criticized Michelle a few months ago for wearing a smattering of European labels among her mostly American wardrobe. And before she publicly branched out into foreign designers, Oscar criticized the sartorial "message" her fondness for J.Crew sent, lamenting, "I think it’s wrong to go in one direction only." Well, now that direction includes his son! If she was going to wear a De La Renta piece after all the drama ...
Once a week, Daily Intel peeks behind doors left slightly ajar. This week, the Financial Analyst With Parent Problems and an Eye for Ladies, Men, and the Occasional Paid Appointment: 30, Manhattan, male, bisexual, in a straight relationship.
DAY ONE 12:34 a.m.: Angrily end call with my mother over my parents' crumbling marriage. It's a pity that divorce isn't an option for their brand of Indians. Stomach churns when I consider that I'm their son. 12:35 a.m.: Almost bring dinner back up when thoughts of parents copulating come to mind. To calm my reflexes, I humor the notion of immaculate conception.
7:45 a.m.: Wake up to the sight of girlfriend's face on a pillow. Even after a year, that sight never fails to produce wood. Late alarm means I have to run into the shower. 7:50 a.m.: Jerking off in the shower over sight of girlfriend, but guilt of not initiating sex minutes ago renders flaccidity. Fucking conscience … 8:47 a.m.: Notice that Tall Dark and Handsome on the other side of the uptown train is commanding looks from the majority of women. Pangs of jealousy ensue admitting that he's hotter than I. I have had some flings with both sexes in the recent past. 10:26 a.m.: While in office, compile top five nationalities of Tall Dark and Handsome that women will reverse all logic for:
1. Brazilian
2. British (lack of the "dark" offset by irresistible accent)
3. Italian
4. Australian
5. Spanish
Instantaneously drop them to bottom of lists for length, girth, stamina, and presence of genitalia. Pangs of jealousy reside. 2:47 p.m.: Doctor calls with results from blood and urine tests: no diseases and evidently I'm not on any drugs. I'm happy, but his tone tells me he's surprised. 7:39 p.m.: Girlfriend non-responsive to planned phone conversations. May withhold sex should I keep getting her voice mail. 7:48 p.m.: Create three couples while on downtown train and imagine them going at it. Evaluate each couple on the basis of sweat produced from copulation. Geek couple wins. 8:31 p.m.: Girlfriend calls, was caught up in minor family emergency that had comical overtones. Sexual status restored! 10:01 p.m.: Sex with girlfriend on the couch while watching U.S. Open. Athletic activities in short skirts are the tipping point for this fella (and a nod of approval for the inventor of the athletic skirt). We do it reverse-cowgirl so we can both watch Venus's near upset. 10:25 p.m.: We move to bedroom because she only orgasms while in non-reverse cowgirl. It works out for both of us, as I get a great view of a woman who knows how to ride. So many other women have no clue what to do while on top.
DAY TWO 7:30 a.m.: Wake up to Brave New World–esque promiscuity dream. Surprised, since it has been a decade plus since I've read that book. Quiz girlfriend to make sure I wasn't murmuring anything that could be held against me. Pleading the fifth doesn't work in relationships. 8:34 a.m.: While on the uptown train, girlfriend tells me that I look great in today's choice in shirt, and untucks a little in front. Look down to notice that it makes me look like I have a gut. Sexiness sabotage via jealous-girlfriend conspiracy theories swirl …. 10:23 a.m.: Self-induced wood in the office is masochistic. And this was from reviewing Miss Universe contestants. Going over to Maxim.com might have sent me home for new pants. 11 a.m.: Stumble out of bathroom at work, having cleared my head(s). Make a note to revert back to college-era method of straight-walking while drunk. 6:39 p.m.: After-work social hour includes ex-girlfriend No. 9 with new boyfriend/toy. I give him my best "I taught her that thing she does with her tongue" look. Not so sure it's sinking in with this dense Neanderthal. 6:59 p.m.: Catch a look from ex-girlfriend No. 9 as she walks toward basement bathrooms alone. Spend two seconds debating nature of her glance, and then head down. Can't find her in bathroom of either gender. 10:18 p.m.: Call with parents leaves me in the mood to drown puppies. Girlfriend clearly notices this. Thoughts of sex in various positions are replaced with crawling into a corner to embellish a drug bender. We spoon instead.
DAY THREE 8:38 a.m.: Pair up three couples on the uptown platform: lesbian, gay, and straight. Imagine intercourse, evaluate on the basis of sexual pain produced. Gay couple wins. Yeah, I'm still in a fucked-up mood. 9 a.m.: See a complete label whore, with a magnificent ass, walking out of the subway. Would like to "take her out for a nice seafood dinner, and never call her again." 10:15 a.m.: Find that company is devoid of gay men, outside of HR. Make list of gay stand-ins in case of hypothetical government diversity audit. Find that they all work in marketing. Make note to request office on their side of the building. 3:45 p.m.: If the day just can't get any better, ex-girlfriend No. 4 asks me how to make her current boyfriend, who is Indian, happier; she's got the audacity to think that we're all cut from the same brown cloth. I text back that she ought to try deep-throating while sticking a finger up his ass. Wonder if the venom hit the target. 7:48 p.m.: Another call with my father has left me with ice in my veins and a load of pain in my stomach. In the gap of our generations, there is just way too much that is lost in translation. It's not that I want to do something self-destructive, it's that I need to. 8:26 p.m.: Standing in front of the building that houses my parlor of choice, justifying ringing to be let up. It sounds like the opening monologue to Trainspotting. 8:30 p.m.: She's brought to my room, and after a few niceties and a closure of negotiation, she goes straight down. She's good, but I really don't care; I'm laying back and thinking of all that is fucked about me. Pretty messed up, should you ask me, but with the relocation of my shrink, this is all I've got. 10:05 p.m.: Make it home; call girlfriend, who has already left a few messages. She comes over and already sees the decrepit state that I'm in. Asks how she can help, for which I have no answer. I even thwart her advances. I feel sorry for her; she's got one messed-up boyfriend.
DAY FOUR 6:45 a.m.: After a shower, return to the room to find that girlfriend is wearing a wood-inducing pink nightie (how did I miss that last night?). I wake her by practicing cursive with my tongue, then climbing on top and into her. Morning sex. 3:30 p.m.: Female colleague who held quiet during a dirty work conversation IMs me asking the definition of "whiskey dick." I forward the Urban Dictionary definition. Wonder if I have just mentally raped last innocent lamb in NYC. 5:40 p.m.: Surprise arrival of my father, who apparently came on an airplane without my mother, sends the day south instantly, as the greatest cock-block is under my roof. 7:34 p.m.: Launch into heated argument with father, badgering him over faithfulness, commitment, maturity, and other items that should have come to him over age and marriage. I may be a hypocrite, but it's easier to be just when your skeletons are left in the closet.
DAY FIVE 9:15 a.m.: Colleague has a pair of white pants on that accentuate her finely shaped ass. Begin to think that this city has transitioned me from a tits to an ass man. There may be fake racks out there, but an ass like that comes naturally, right? 10:49 a.m.: Head to the restroom to blow a load, using her ass as motivation. 7:30 p.m.: My mother arrives with little fanfare. Pretty happy that the girlfriend witnessed this and didn't run for the exit. She deserves a few tongue-induced orgasms for this, just as soon as this is over …. 7:40 p.m.: Spot another Tall Dark and Handsome in the airport. Scan to see if girlfriend, mother, or father noticed drool.
DAY SIX 10:10 a.m.: Sneak into the bathroom for a morning jerk-off thinking of the girlfriend. Afterward, notice that I never fantasize over men for this. Does that release me from gayhood? 6:15 p.m.: Take the mother and father to visit some distant relatives in Jersey (every Indian has some distant relative in Jersey). Bit of discomfort owing to an attempted arranged marriage to their daughter eight years ago. 6:45 p.m.: She's now arranged-engaged to some fella in California. She was cute, but not the sharpest stick.
DAY SEVEN 9:45 a.m.: Another sneaky session in the bathroom. The mother and father are putting a crimp in my style. Just mentioning masturbation and parents in the same entry has my stomach churning. 11:30 a.m.: Intervention with the mother and father. No kid my age should be doing this. Still, they have a shitload of problems, so we look up therapists. Talk them into heading home, on the same plane, TODAY. 7:45 p.m.: Head over to girlfriend's place. She's got takeout from our favorite Mexican place and sleeping pills: She knows exactly what I need. Pass out. 11:45 p.m.: Wake up to phone ringing, it's ex-girlfriend No. 9. Answer thinking it's an emergency situation, get an earful over our breakup. She closes her argument demanding payback; I promise her a new vibrator and hang up.
TOTALS: Five acts of masturbation, two in workplace bathroom; two acts of intercourse with girlfriend; one act of fellatio by paid prostitute; one tortured visit by divorce-worthy non-divorcing parents.
It was only a matter of time before Hedi Slimane got his lens on Robert Pattinson. His moody style couldn't be more perfect for shooting the world's sexiest vampire with possibly the world's most controversial girlfriend. Though we enjoy a good R-Patz spread, this does little to aid our campaign for mermaids to oust vampires as fashion's favorite fantasy figurehead. What's more, Pattinson doesn't know what to do with himself aside from be a vampire. He tells the magazine:
“Annoyingly, there are so few parts I feel I can add anything to, or that I want to do.” But he knows what he doesn’t need. “I don’t want to be an actor for the sake of it. I don’t find any particular pleasure in being an attention-seeker.”
Photo: Hedi Slimane
His fans do mainly consist of unruly mobs of shrieking, crying 14-year-olds, which can't be safe — much less enjoyable. But Pattinson would probably add a lot to a merman role. He could do a dark version, if that's more his comfort zone — Mermaids of the Night — and lead epic underwater battles with sea-volcano dragons or something. It's a guaranteed box-office hit! He'd be shirtless for at least a full 90 minutes. Think of what Hedi could do with that inspiration.
Worlds collide for “Jonathan Ames” as he trails the (supposedly) cheating husband of his second client — and ends up following his own ex-girlfriend, who has been attending Al-Anon meetings with the perp. Like Jonathan, the client (played by a Jessica Rabbit–ish Kristen Wiig), has a drinking problem that has imperiled her relationship. But the real issue, she says, is that her man is not answering his phone at night. (Jonathan’s best friend is equally, if not more, unlucky in love: His overbearing vegan girlfriend demands that Ray clean up his act by cleaning out his colon.) It all ends badly for Jonathan, but not for his client: He confirms that her man isn’t philandering, but trying to save the relationship by learning how to cope with her drinking. It’s a believable enough story for a program about a fey writer moonlighting as a detective. But the authentic experience the show’s really trying to impart concerns New York City — and Brooklyn — living. In that sense Bored to Death is a little like Gossip Girl. And so we’re borrowing the approach Daily Intel uses for its GG Overnights: the reality index.
Sure, It Could Happen
• When bumbling, bearded Ray meets up with Jonathan at their coffeehouse, he nearly face-plants over a path-obstructing stroller. Predictably, the doting Brooklyn mother barely notices, let alone apologizes. Less predictably, though, is that there is just one Maclaren in the place. Plus 1.
• The barista is outfitted in the unofficial uniform of the blue-blooded Brooklyn service worker: a plaid shirt straight out of Marc Jacobs’s 1992 “grunge” collection. Plus 2.
• Jonathan’s first complaint to his ex is not that he’s missing her companionship, but that he’s missing her toothpaste and toiletries. Plus 1.
• In a voice mail to his ex, Jonathan butchers a Buddhist aphorism: “A man walks across the room, and he’s a changed man.” Or something. What New Yorker hasn’t turned to a bastardization of Buddhism in times of personal crisis? Plus 2.
• Editor George lives in one of those ubiquitous, new glass-house apartments. The metaphor isn’t the only thing that’s fitting — so are the Design Within Reach trimmings and Eames lounge chair with ottoman. The perfect counterpoint to Jonathan’s empty, prewar-ish Brooklyn apartment. Plus 3.
• The typesetter who mocked up the faux–“Page Six” headline about George’s herpes should be quite proud of it. We’d believe the quasi-blind item even with our corrective lenses in. Plus 2.
Uh, We’re Not Buying It
•Ray’s girlfriend wants him to get a colonic? 2005 called — it wants its colon humor back. Hasn’t Jonathan Ames heard of the Master Cleanse? Minus 2.
• On the train back to Brooklyn, riders are actually holding straps, not metal bars. Are authentically retro subway cars really necessary? Plus 2 for style, minus 2 for useless set-design expense.
• The Duane Reade, Brooklyn Café, Odessa, and mysterious bar are silent and sparsely populated. Minus 2.
• Jonathan trails the handsome suspect into a Crunch gym, where the guy works up a sweat on the stationary bike. First of all, who works up a sweat on a stationary bike (a.k.a. the cakewalk of gym equipment)? Second, this guy may not be a David Barton type, but he clearly can afford an Equinox membership. Minus 1.
• The Al-Anon meeting takes place in what appears to be St. Mark's Church in-the-Bowery — but that hall is more often booked for galas and fashion shows. Plus 1 for aesthetics, minus 2 for implausibility.
• After the meeting, the ex and the "cheater" target a retreat to Odessa Restaurant, the diner favored by many a downtown abstainer. The only problem is, it would take a superhero to get to Avenue A from Second Avenue so quickly. Minus 1.
That leaves us with a plus 3 on the It Could Happen side. Maybe we're being generous, but can you blame us? We love a New York story.
Charlie Rose has everything. Expensive real estate. Roast-chicken lunches at Michael's. His famous round table, over which he conducts interviews and which he is certain will one day go into the Smithsonian. And fancy friends — oodles of them. If you are writing a story about Charlie Rose, he will provide you with written references from Tom Hanks, Jeff Bezos, Meryl Streep, Dolly Parton, Elie Wiesel, Mickey Rourke, Leonardo DiCaprio, and Nancy Pelosi, and Warrens Buffett and Beatty, among others. He will have Rahm call you. Rahm! No last name, like Madonna. Did you want to speak to her, too? That can be arranged. But despite everything, Charlie Rose is missing one thing: a baby, according to Fortune writer David Kaplan. Despite the ambivalence of Rose ("If I was madly in love with someone who offered the opportunity to spend our lives together," Rose says, "I would love to have a child or adopt a child") and the skepticism of his longtime partner, 65-year-old Amanda Burden ("Maybe Charlie should get a dog first"), Kaplan concludes:
In his workaholic need to understand what he calls the "power of relationships," in his mastery of diverse subject matter, in building an incomparable professional network, he seems to be compensating for what he doesn't have — a family, a nest, a son to have a catch with.
Sad! But Don't cry for Charlie's lack of a catch-playing partner. By the end of this 6,000-plus-word story, you'll get the feeling that Kaplan, who has been on Rose's show four times, is more than up to the task.
(Did you know the title of this post is also a song? Neither did we.)
The 7th episode of Mad Men, “Seven Twenty Three”, aired last night — yes, 7th already — and our feelings can best be described by this oft-used and highly relevant meme from Bad Boys 2:
First, last week’s epic Lawnmower Man 4: Have a Bowl of Shredded Feet fiasco, and now this. So thanks again, 5 episodes of “Not That Much Happening”, because when sh*t starts to go down on this show, it really starts to go down. This week, all the Mad Men foreplay has finally come to a head. And that will hopefully be the last time we double entendre what that whole “Peggy and Duck, No. Stop.” thing. (It won’t be.)
We open with three things that pique our general interests: Peggy in bed with a mayun, Betty posing for an upcoming issue of Vogue on a fainting couch, and Don’s strong-jawed, hopefully insured mug beaten, broken and bloody. Let us be the first to point out that Don and Betty looked particularly beautiful in this episode: Coiffed and glossed like a widow’s prized Hummel collection. Who knew it was possible for these two to get better looking?
Our thoughts on the ep:
Wow Don. You are one gorgeous, gigantic, baby soft, panda-handed assh*le. This episode saw Don’s impression of a donation thermometer about to hit its goal (ie: Exploding, red thermometer head): From the get go, he was super-stressed, high strung, and dickish. Who else dare speak so rudely to Conrad Hilton, religious great-grandfather to Paris and Nicky Hilton, who now spends most of his spare time actively rolling over in his grave? Don’s stress was then equally doled out to his underlings, most notably Peggy, whom we will address sternly later.
Oh, and now Don is Sterling Cooper’s bitch for the next 3 years. It’s like a cell phone contract, but with a lot more philandering, cigarettes and secrets.
Henry Francis, Government Advisor, may or may not murder Betty in an upcoming episode. Murder her… with passion.
Also, m-bating in the 60’s basically involved reclining in the afternoon and smoothing your dress down over and over again.
Sally’s Teacher: Might be the first person to willingly offer her V to Don and get turned down. How does that eclipse feel, teach? It burns, no? (*Clearly they’ll probs eff, perhaps Fatal Attraction style, but let’s just enjoy this rare and unusual moment, yes?)
Peggy and Duck’s encounter considered… ahead.
Peggy’s timing could use some improvement. Asking to work on Sterling Cooper’s biggest account moments after Don’s white-handed gibbons got cut off by Roger was not the most genius move. Then again, she should thank Don: If it wasn’t for this smack-down, she would never have needed to Duck some old dude for validation.
Peggy and the Hermes Scarf. It should be noted that yesterday, I myself plunked down some hard earning bloggin’ bux on my very own Hermes scarf, unaware that this highly prized wasp-cessory would play such a pivotal and stomach churning role in tonight’s episode. So imagine my delight when that small orange box arrived on Peggy’s desk. I grabbed my scarf and, too, touched it to my face with delight while clutching a note from Duck. Send it back? Methinks no, Pete.
Little did I know this scarf would later be flung onto the ground and set on fire when…
Peggy has Sex with Duck. Look. When a man holds your hand and says, quote, “I wanna take you in that bedroom, lock the door, take your clothes off with my teeth, throw you on the bed, and give you a go around like you’ve never had”, it is scientifically impossible to refuse. And upon rewatching this scene 8 times over, Duck isn’t the worst-looking guy in the world, mock turtlenecks notwithstanding. That being said…
My scarf. It tolls for thee, Peggy. And I’ll never forgive you for that. Also, does Duck have kind of a good body? Where am I?
The Hitchhikers. Oh, crazy Don. We would blame you for taking that random pill until we realized The Matrix wasn’t released until many years later.
The uneasiness experienced during this hitchhikers scene brought to mind the famous “David Gets Kidnapped” episode of Six Feet Under, where our poor, sweet undertaker was held at the whim of a madman. Why Don would pick this young couple up could be blamed on his drunkenness, or, more likely, the impending threat of a threesome…
Instead, of course, Don gets the wind knocked out of him and is robbed, as the old joke goes. Now literally beaten, shamed, and less of a man than ever, he is left with no choice but to listen to his co-workers, bosses and wife, and sign away the next three years of his life. Which we can only take to mean that AMC has simultaneously signed Jon Hamm up to three more years of Mad Men seasons. So, all in all, everyone wins.
Between this week’s drama and sexual intrigue, and last week’s “foot under lawnmower situation”, it looks like the third season of Mad Men is skyrocketing its way into “Lots of Things Happening Now Town”, population “Us: The Grateful Viewers.” Though we’re saddened to see Don acting like an ass while simultaneously getting his manhood dragged through the dirt, it also goes to show that no matter how gorgeous, or successful, or rich, or blah blah Don Draper blah you are, karma can still f*ck a bitch up.
Comments time: If you are actually able to, you know, see them, tell us what you thought of last night’s episode.
When Allen Stanford said that he found prison life "oppressive," he wasn't kidding. The financier accused of operating a $7 billion Ponzi scheme has returned to his cell after a prison brawl last week left him with mild concussion, broken nose and two black eyes. [Reuters]
Summer officially ended with the fall equinox on September 22, but this weekend's two Phoenix shows at Central Park SummerStage — the last big outdoor event of the season that everyone you knew seemed to be at — felt like a better send-off. On Saturday evening, the weather was crisp, but inside with the very pale, very preppy crowd, it was almost mid-August muggy. Two bands whose stocks have risen significantly this year were on the bill, beginning with openers Passion Pit (a no-brainer in the booking department, in terms of musical temperament), which already had a packed house to deal with, and did so well. The polite Frenchies in Phoenix — all in tucked-in shirts, and blazers over sweaters over collars — sneaked out in the dark during the set change and drop-kicked the proceedings into gear with "Lisztomania," arguably their best song.
As the band churned out electro-pop, svelte front man Thomas Mars stalked the stage, crooning, smiling, and thanking the crowd (in both English and French!). Mars prefaced "Fences" by saying, "This is a song we never play — please be nice!" but he shouldn't have bothered: Not only was the crowed whooping and dancing from the count-off, but the band sounded as tight and sharp as on record. During the encore, Mars hopped into the audience, but not to do any singing; it seemed like he was genuinely grateful that so many people had shown up to see his band, and he wanted to make sure they knew it by sweating on them.
The last time we saw Claire Danes and Hugh Dancy together, we were out at a perfectly normal, delicious-but-low-key East Village restaurant. They were pretty subtle and did a good job of ignoring everyone's gasps as they walked by, but we put them to an additional test: the Birthday Song test. See, we were celebrating Intel Jessica's birthday, and Jessica's husband had arranged for a cake with a candle, as per American custom. So we were able to engage in that exclusively New York, small-restaurant experiment where you get everyone to sing "Happy Birthday," and then you watch to see if the celebrities join in. In our experience (Seth Myers, Bill Murray), they generally do, because they know everyone's watching. Hugh and Claire? Not so much.
So, anyway, those two — who have been engaged since the beginning of the year — got secretly married earlier this month, in France, among only close friends and family. We're happy for them, because they seem nice enough, they're New Yorkers, and because there will always be a special place in our hearts for My So-Called Life and Ella Enchanted. But don't expect us to join in the chicken dance, okay?
From left, Gianfranco Ferré, Versace, and Jil Sander.
Milan Fashion Week just wrapped, but before the fabulous people move on to Paris, you have time to get caught up on our new runway slideshows from Italy. Do yourself a favor and at least look at Jil Sander in full screen.
Roman Polanski is regarded as one of the finest directors of his generation, winning an Oscar for "The Pianist" and nominations for "Tess" and "Rosemary's Baby," but he is probably as equally well known for his own tumultuous life.
Didn't get your fill of Khloé Kardashian and Lamar Odom's black-tie affair yesterday? Keep checking back here all week to get exclusive details, beginning with our look book of...
As we told you last week, Team Awful was in the Vancouver area over the weekend. And since we (along with Oprah) ended up getting totally barred from any visits to the Eclipse set, we decided to...
Michelle Obama emerged twice over the weekend, wearing outfits. First she stepped out on Friday afternoon to walk First Canine Bo Obama in skinny blue pants, sneakers, and a khaki jacket. On Sunday she wore a feathered black dress by Jason Wu for the Congressional Black Caucus Foundation's Annual Phoenix Awards Dinner in D.C. See the full looks in the Michelle Obama Look Book.
Twilight's Taylor Lautner may be on the cover of Teen Vogue and baring his pecs all over the place in New Moon, but he's a little shy about showing so much skin.
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How can a filmmaker re-create authentic sixties-era full-frontal nudity while shooting in the age of bikini waxing? This is probably not a question Joel and Ethan Coen ever thought they'd ask themselves, but it's one they grappled with on the set of their new movie, A Serious Man, which is set in 1967 and stars Amy Landecker as a stoned and naked neighbor. "The first person who called me was the costume designer. And she told me, 'Stop waxing,' and I did," Landecker told us at the film's premiere party at the Friars Club last week. "It's kind of like plucking your eyebrows too many times: It's not going to grow back in. I'll never have seventies bush."
That left them with no choice but to fit Landecker with a wig down there. And when talking about it, she's very particular about using the correct terminology. "It's been referred to in the past as a 'pubic-hair wig,' which I really take offense to," she said. "Because if you google my name and you're my grandparents, you will find 'Amy Landecker's pubic wig' under my name. The correct term, by the way, is merkin. It comes from prostitutes," Landecker explained. "Prostitutes with syphilis had to shave their pubes, and they would wear fake wigs for both aesthetic and protective purposes. Look it up. It's in the dictionary."
Landecker also gave her merkin a name: "Cousin It." She keeps a photo of it on her iPhone. "I put it on, and it was like I had the world's largest bush," she said. Her primary fear? That her high-school boyfriend would see it and think, Why doesn't she clip that thing? Or, As she gets older, is she growing more hair?
Making matters worse was the fact that her directors did little to put her at ease. "I think the Coens are slightly uncomfortable about nudity," she said. "Joel even told me that on The Big Lebowski, the porn star in that sequence made him more uncomfortable than any of the other actors."
"I'm very self-conscious about how I look," Landecker said of the day she actually stripped down and shot her sex scene, "and I walk off, and Joel and Ethan don't say a word to me, which makes me feel awful. So I said, literally, flat-out to Ethan, 'So how did I look?' And he goes, 'It was very funny.' It was funny?! That's like telling your wife she looks 'fine' when she's dressed up for you! You don't say that to someone you've just seen naked!" Landecker says no one on set ever mentioned that scene again.
As for the merkin itself, Landecker is happy to be rid of it. "I mean, I peed on it," she told us. "I'm not going to take that shit home."
You may once again consider Las Vegas the place to go to make all your midget stripper dreams come true. After experimenting with a series of new (rather uninspired) new slogans ("Vegas right now!"), the recession-ravaged city has decided to return to the tried-and-true tagline of "What happens here, stays here." [LV Sun via Daily Finance]
Hearty Vulture congratulations go out to Australian rocker Ben Lee and his new bride, Ione Skye, on the birth of their first child, Goldie Priya Lee. As you'll recall, the two were wed over the holidays in late 2008, which means they wasted no time in getting it on. [E! Online]
From the sea of new faces that flood New York Fashion Week, only a handful make it onto those exclusive runways. Our favorite face to break this season was 18-year-old Hind Sahli. The stunning Moroccan model got her start just last year when she signed with the first modeling agency in North Africa. Then, in May, the eagle-eyed scouts over at DNA Models signed the beauty with runway-perfect proportions. When the spring show castings hit, Hind was booked for the BCBG Max Azria show, cast by the much-revered Russell Marsh. Days later, she closed Vera Wang's collection, and popped up on a bunch of other runways: 3.1 Phillip Lim, Hervé Léger, Lacoste, and Philosophy di Alberta Ferretti. Sadly, Hind skipped London Fashion Week and she might show up on one of Milan's runways in the coming days, but her agency confirms she will definitely be in Paris next week. We'll be keeping an eye on this one.
In what proved to be an elegant finale to their month-long courtship, Khloe Kardashian wed Los Angeles Laker Lamar Odom Sunday evening at a private residence in Beverly Hills, PEOPLE confirms. The two were married in front of triple arches of white roses created by celebrity florist Mark's Garden.
Remember when cell phones first became common and everyone was all “Whoa, how do you work these things, mine just went off in a theater, uh oh! Technology isn’t my fort!!! [MUG TO CAMERA]”
That was ten years ago. By now, most of us have figured out how and when to turn cellular telephones off. Hugh Jackman knows this too, which is why he justifiably flipped out (in character) on a not-poor, not-unsuspecting theatergoer during a recent performance of A Steady Rain on Broadway.
Now THIS is what I call a show! It also literally is a show.
Reuters - Designers at Milan fashion week preferred the demure to the provocative in womenswear collections for next spring, with some names sticking to their roots and what they are best known for to woo crunched buyers.
Tracy Morgan is that rare species of man who cannot not be funny. He’s physically a human body pillow that we’d like to hug behind the middle school, and verbally like sugar-coated genius Tourettes. Which is why he’s the perfect man to host VH1’s Hip Hop Honors, premiering Tuesday, Oct. 13 at 9/8c.
Tracy is more than just a man, however. He is also an actor. “Scoopy Giles”, the “fifth Beatle or the sixth Jackson or the invisible fourth Tony! Toni! Toné! also named Tony” to Def Jam’s legacy, is all over this year’s HHH, sharing his wisdom about barely working in the industry for 25 years. So just what is Scoopy’s sound? Why, take a listen to his biggest hit to date… “Dumplin’ Butts”. Just dump in his mouth, it ain’t no big thang.
AHEAD: One of our personal favorite Scoopy Giles clips, where he is interviewed by the thankfully inimitable Nancy Grace. He named LL Cool J after the man quit cheese, y’all.
Kate Winsletwalking in the meatpacking district with her son ... Donna Karaneating lunch outside with a friend in SoHo ... Jon Stewartwalking with his wife and son in Tribeca ... Mischa Barton running errands with her dog ... Brad Pitt with son Maddox catching a flight at JFK ... Will Ferrell and Mark Wahlberg shooting scenes for The Other Guys in Chinatown ... Gerard Butler walking downtown ... David Byrneriding his bike near the West Side Highway ... Model Kara Young walking home from the gym in the West Village ... Sarah Jessica Parkerleaving the Serge Normant Hair Salon in the meatpacking district, and later arriving at Barbra Streisand's performance at the Village Vanguard ... Clive Owen walking with a friend in SoHo ... and Jay-Zleaving dinner with a bunch of bodyguards.
While we’re pretty sure Jennifer Love Hewitt is the least Jewish person in Challywood, that doesn’t mean she can’t stop eating food altogether in a bid to support the Jewish people and their atoning ways. Look at how streamlined and joyful she looks!
Ahead, JLH size 2-in’ it up in Los Angeles. She’s either scanning the ground for a Skittle (or some other easily displaced candy), or thinking about how in love she is (her weight loss secret).
• Hedge funder John Griffin and his wife Amy, who paid $32.25 million for a full-floor apartment at 1030 Fifth Avenue last year, are selling their old apartment in the same building. Now that they've finished renovations on the new spread, the couple has quietly put their 8th-floor apartment on the market with Serena Boardman for $16.5 million. [NYT] • The townhouse at 11 East 82nd Street that was purchased by Ron Perelman as a home for one of his executives back in 1996 and was later acquired by private investor Keith Gollust, has gone into contract after more than a year and a half on the market. The limestone mansion was most recently priced at $29.5 million. [Cityfile, Sotheby's] • Tokyo-born filmmaker Keiko Ibi is switching things up at 15 CPW. Back in July, she put her one-bedroom condo on the market for $3.75 million. Now she's partnered with her 7th floor neighbors, Young-oh and Byungwha Yoon, and they've listed their two apartments together for a combined $10.285 million. Corcoran's Carrie Chiang has the listing. [Cityfile, Corcoran]
• Three months after he paid $12 million for a 49th-floor apartment at One Beacon Court, Archibald "Archie" Cox, Jr. has unloaded his former apartment in the same building. The former CEO of Morgan Stanley International who was appointed chairman of Barclays Americas in 2008 sold his 33rd-floor condo for $5 million. [Cityfile] • Former soap star Linda Dano has put her one-bedroom apartment at 685 West End Avenue on the market. The 1,100-square-foot co-op is listed for $1.675 million. [Real Estalker, Sotheby's] Source: Cityfile.com - Dailyfile | 28 Sep 2009 | 9:49 am
Fashion Wire Daily - "It's the new 'soutien gorgeous' look," said Karl Lagerfeld backstage after unveiling the Spring 2010 Fendi collection in Milan Sunday, Sept. 27, in the pony-tailed polyglot's play on words on soutien gorge, French for bra.
Front Page: Fox solid with premieres of 'Family,' 'Cleveland' -- In the latest sign that auds are looking for laughs, Fox got its Sunday animated lineup off to a socko start with the return of "Family Guy" and bow of spinoff "The Cleveland Show."
The season premiere of Saturday Night Live proceeded essentially as expected: the requisite high points and low points, Megan Fox being completely fine, U2 being ridiculous, an outrageous swear word that none of us have ever heard before and were appalled by, and mercifully, no more 14-minute political cold opens where the point of the sketch changes every three lines.
The biggest highlight of the episode, for me, was this commercial for Live Lounge, which summed up everything about the world of social chatline commercials in under two minutes. From the opening humorously-accurate line (which strangely doesn’t get a laugh) through Bobby Moynihan’s facial expression, this sketch on its own was enough for me to thumbs-up the first episode:
SNL season premiere thoughts? Favorite / least favorite moments? Lost theories? Leave ‘em in the comments.
Our country should really be thanking these girls… have you seen Obama smile this widely over the past few months? You can be sure this will be the White House’s official Happy Halloween card cover.
By the way, this guy is the Prime Minister? He can’t even force his daughters to act like privileged ladies, how can he possibly run an entire country?
The Madoff show goes on. In an interview that aired on last night's 60 Minutes, court-appointed trustee Irving Picard said he plans to file a civil suit against Bernie sons, Mark and Andy, this week which will seek the return of $198 million. And just so no one in the immediate family feels left out, he'll be suing Bernie's brother Peter and niece Shana, too. [Dealbook]
The reaction to Mackenzie Phillips' detailed account of her sexual relationship with her father, John Phillips, has been explosive, and some of the strongest statements have come from her family.
Director Roman Polanski was arrested immediately upon landing in the Zurich airport and could be sent back to the U.S. The fact that he was arrested for his decades-old overseas sex charge still wasn’t half as surprising as Switzerland just being in the news for any reason.
My Name Is Earl co-star Jaime Presslymarried entertainment lawyer Simran Singh over the weekend. And the “Guys Who Saw Poison Ivy 3 Growing Up” Sweepstakes Is officially over.
Gordon Ramsay has developed his own stop-motion animated show, entitled “What Do I Look Like, A F***ing Cartoon? You Could Have KILLED Someone (Animated)!”
And finally, the Detroit Lionsbeat the Washington Redskins yesterday for their first win since December of 2007, a span of 19 games.
Naomi Watts turns 41 today. Billionaire hedge fund founder Paul Tudor Jones is turning 55. Teen queen Hilary Duff is turning 22. Glenn Lowry, the director of the Museum of Modern Art, is 55. Mira Sorvino is 42. Janeane Garofalo is turning 45. Dita Von Teese is 37. Director John Sayles is 59. Bam Margera is turning 30. Artist David Salle is 57. And the legendary Brigitte Bardot turns 75 today.
• The Kardashian girls continue to rake it in. Khloe Kardashian tied the knot with LA Laker Lamar Odom last night at a ceremony and reception was paid for by E!. (The event will be featured on an upcoming episode of E!'s Keeping Up With the Kardashians.) She may collect $250,000 more by selling photos of the nuptials. [People, TMZ, P6] • After spending three decades as a fugitive on charges he raped a 13-year-old in 1978, famed director Roman Polanski was arrested in Switzerland on Saturday while on his way to attend the Zurich Film Festival. [NYDN, ABC] • One of Saturday Night Live's brand new cast members, Jenny Slate, dropped an F-bomb on the show. [YouTube, NYDN]
• Pam Anderson has racked up more than $1 million in debt for extensive remodeling work on her California home. In the meantime, though, she's living in a trailer. Seriously. [People, The Sun] • Bethenny Frankel is making new enemies on the set of The Real Housewives of New York City. In preparation for her solo show on Bravo, she's been distancing herself from her castmates, which has been causing all sorts of drama on the new season of the show. [NYDN] • Whitney Port did what any other person would do when she found mice in her apartment: She checked into the Cooper Square Hotel. [TMZ] • Is Madonna interested in marrying Jesus Luz? That's what some people are saying, although we find it a bit hard to believe, to be honest. [3am] • Conan O'Brien banged his head while doing a stunt for his show and had to stop filming on Friday. But it didn't keep him from cracking jokes in the ambulance and he's expected to return to the show this week. [TMZ] • Jude Law may be a little sensitive about his new daughter with model Samantha Burke. The subject wasn't brought up when he appeared on Regis & Kelly on Friday, which is probably because the subject was off-limits. [P6] • Megan Fox says she's terrified of... paper. What? [The Sun] • Britney Spears wrapped her seven-month-long Circus Tour over the weekend, but not before giving Lance Bass a lap dance on stage. [People] • Producers are reportedly trying to convince Lindsay Lohan to be on the last season of Celebrity Big Brother. At first we thought this was unlikely, and then it occurred to us, does she really have anything else going on? [The Sun] • A second burglary suspect in the Lindsay Lohan home robbery case has supposedly turned herself in. Again, it's someone who is said to be a friend of hers, but who no one has ever heard of. [E!] • Some people in India are still pissed that they can't get into their temple for many hours a day, because that's where Julia Roberts is filming Eat Pray Love. [MSNBC] • Kate Moss has dreams of actually becoming a rock star, apparently, not just hooking up with them. [The Sun] • Teri Hatcher held a garage sale at her home this weekend, and raised $20,000 for various Los Angeles charities. [People] • Kanye West is behaving himself... for now. He only had nice things to say at the Common and Friends benefit in LA on Saturday night, and he was even cheered on by the crowd. [NYDN, TMZ] • CNN execs are mulling over possible successors to Larry King now that he's 112 years old and his contract expires in 18 months. Names being thrown around include Ryan Seacrest, Katie Couric, John King, and Joy Behar. [P6] • My Name is Earl's Jaime Pressly married entertainment lawyer Simran Singh on Saturday in Malibu. [Us, People] • Tawny Kitaen, the chick famous for appearing in a Whitesnake music video, was taken into custody for driving under the influence. Guess that Celebrity Rehab stint didn't work so well. [E!] • In socialite relationship news, Amanda Hearst's former boyfriend, Winston Lapham, is now dating department store heiress Hailey Bloomingdale. [P6] • Ticket sales for the Michael Jackson documentary, This Is It, have been huge, even though the movie doesn't open for a month. [NYDN]
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• The Kardashian girls continue to rake it in. Khloe Kardashian tied the knot with LA Laker Lamar Odom last night at a ceremony and reception was paid for by E!. (The event will be featured on an upcoming episode of E!'s Keeping Up With the Kardashians.) She may collect $250,000 more by selling photos of the nuptials. [
