AP - Sixteen-year-old Jenny learns the ways of the world in the coming-of-age drama "An Education," but there's a revelation in store for us, as well. We get the pleasure of meeting an exciting young actress who surely deserves to become a star.
AP - David Letterman, days after revealing on air that he'd been sexually involved with women from his television program, apologized to his wife on Monday's "Late Show," saying she had been "horribly hurt by my behavior" and stating flat-out those affairs "are in the past."
AP - David Letterman, days after revealing on air that he'd been sexually involved with women from his television program, apologized to his wife on Monday's "Late Show," saying she had been "horribly hurt by my behavior" and stating flat-out those affairs "are in the past."
AP - David Letterman, days after revealing on air that he'd been sexually involved with women from his television program, apologized to his wife on Monday's "Late Show," saying she had been "horribly hurt by my behavior" and stating flat-out those affairs "are in the past."
AP - Rapper Jim Jones admitted Monday to punching a friend of Ne-Yo's in the face in a Louis Vuitton store during a scuffle that erupted as the R&B crooner was browsing.
AP - A jury on Monday watched a hidden-camera videotape of negotiations between a lawyer for John Travolta and a former Bahamas senator accused of trying to blackmail the movie star.
A tale of political intrigue set during the reign of King Henry VIII is the bookies' favorite to take the prestigious Man Booker prize for fiction. Hilary Mantel's "Wolf Hall" is odds-on Source: RSS feed - channel BNewsEnter | 6 Oct 2009 | 4:07 am
AP - A tale of political intrigue set during the reign of King Henry VIII is the bookies' favorite to take the prestigious Man Booker prize for fiction. Source: Yahoo! News: Entertainment News | 6 Oct 2009 | 4:07 am
AP - A tale of political intrigue set during the reign of King Henry VIII is the bookies' favorite to take the prestigious Man Booker prize for fiction. Source: Yahoo! News: Entertainment News | 6 Oct 2009 | 4:07 am
Roman Polanski will find out this week whether he will be granted an unlikely release from prison pending his possible extradition to the U.S. for having sex with a 13-year-old girl in... Source: RSS feed - channel BNewsEnter | 6 Oct 2009 | 4:03 am
Rapper and actor Clifford Smith, better known to fans as Method Man, was arrested Monday and faces charges of failing to pay taxes, the district attorney in Richmond County, New York, said.
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AP - Reality TV star Nicole Richie was hurt Monday in a traffic accident in Beverly Hills.
Enough about the other woman—or women, as it turns out. David Letterman now needs to turn his attention to the woman.
The Late Show host, who launched a thousand editorials last...
(Reuters) Reuters - "Parade" eloquently dramatizes a real-life tragic miscarriage of justice that occurred in 1913 in Atlanta: the false conviction and ultimate mob lynching of Jewish factory superintendent Leo Frank, accused of murdering 13-year-old Mary Phagan. Source: Yahoo! News: Entertainment Reviews | 5 Oct 2009 | 9:45 pm
Reuters - "New York, I Love You" continues the "Cities of Love" series that began with "Paris je t'aime," far surpassing it. Source: Yahoo! News: Entertainment Reviews | 5 Oct 2009 | 9:42 pm
Reuters - If anyone has amassed enough material for a tell-all one-person show, it's Carrie Fisher. Source: Yahoo! News: Entertainment Reviews | 5 Oct 2009 | 9:33 pm
Why is Jon Gosselin acting like such a jerk, shutting down his own show and saying such horrible things about the mother of his children?
—PDen, Ocala, FL, via the Answer B!tch...
The remaining 13 celebs tackled either sambas or rumbas Monday, so the...
Front Page: Writer-director sets up details of horror follow-up -- As Paramount Pictures broadens "Paranormal Activity" from underground midnight screenings to round-the-clock showings in 40 cities this weekend, writer-director Oren Peli has already scared up a start date and the financing for his follow-up.
Think David Letterman is the only talk show host who's willing to address rumors of sex in the television workplace?
Then you need to spend more time with Chelsea Handler, because...
"Now the other thing is my wife, Regina. She has been horribly hurt by my behavior, and when something happens like that, if you hurt a person and it’s your responsibility, you try to fix it. And at that point, there’s only two things that can happen: either you’re going to make some progress and get it fixed, or you’re going to fall short and perhaps not get it fixed, so let me tell you folks, I got my work cut out for me.”
Here's the beginning of Dave's monologue:
Among Conan O'Brien's guests tonight: Kevin Nealon!
Nicole Richie's lucky she didn't have any babies on board.
The celebutante is nursing what appear to be minor injuries after her Range Rover was dinged by a pursuing...
Were you hoping to see the David Letterman saga subside this week so we could all turn our attention to, say, more serious public sex scandals such as one that quite possibly involved breaking the law? It doesn't look like that's going to be happening. Following another day of over-the-top coverage (including a series of interviews by Gerald Shargel, the lawyer defending alleged extortionist Joe Halderman, Letterman will once again address the scandal on his show tonight and apologize to his wife and staff. [AP, ABC News, NYP]
AP - "Broke-ology" is the study of being broke, according to one of the characters in Nathan Louis Jackson's small but fully realized family drama of the same name. It's not a bad title for these stressful economic times.
From left, Comme des Garcons, Givenchy, and Viktor & Rolf.
'Twas a big weekend for fashion in Paris. Viktor & Rolf showed some dresses that have Lady Gaga's name all over them. Givenchy did amazing things with prints and leggings mixed in with some very feminine ruffly dresses. Speaking of ruffles, Stella McCartney's were quite large. See all those and more in the latest runway slideshows from Paris Fashion Week.
Eddie Cibrian's ex-wife Brandi Glanville took a break from her divorce drama with a girls-only getaway to Vegas this weekend.
Although it was technically Tao and Lavo's...
Front Page: Langley, Fogelson have work cut out for them -- Adam Fogelson and Donna Langley are taking over a studio whose film slate has been battered at the box office and whose corporate parents appear headed for divorce.
Vampire Weekend is back with “Horchata,” the first single off their second album, Contra, due in January. Do they still have what it takes to divide indie rock fans? Given that their lead single is named for a semi-obscure Latin American rice-based beverage, uses the word “balaclava” instead of the more widely accepted “ski mask,” and gratuitously references Masada, the rock plateau near the Dead Sea where a group of Jewish rebels pursued by the Romans committed mass suicide in the year 72, we’d say yes. Musically, there’s not much new happening beyond the occasional vocal quiver from front man Ezra Koenig and little bursts of heavy drum-and-choral noise. Fans, rejoice; haters, keep hating.
DJ AM's show lives in the wake of his death.
With the network already figured to be heading in this direction, MTV confirmed Monday that it will be airing the eight-part documentary...
The September Issue star and Vogue creative director Grace Coddington says she is "flabbergasted" by the attention surrounding her at Paris Fashion Week. Apparently, fans have been rushing her after every fashion show to get pictures with her or talk to her. Though she was famously reluctant to let R.J. Cutler's cameras into her life, Grace is enjoying the attention. “It’s uplifting when you’re feeling grumpy in the morning on the subway on the way to work and someone recognises you and talks to you,” she said. “It’s funny and amusing.” Anna Wintour probably doesn't experience quite the same thrills from the comfort of her black car. [Grazia UK]
"And these sons of bitches and — just regular bitches — behind me will help keep America great."
For the most part, members of the U.S government generally abide by the following unspoken rules: They are not supposed to ever make us think about them having sex, and they are not supposed to swear in public. Bill Clinton broke the first rule hugely, and was impeached. And President Obama's administration is chipping away at rule No. 2. Every administration has had their slips, but from POTUS himself declaring Kanye West a "jackass" to Treasury Secretary Timothy Geithner's "expletive-riddled rants," to every other word out of Rahm Emanuel's mouth, this may be our most potty-mouthed yet. Witness the various obscenities that spilled forth from the mouths of our leaders in this week's New Yorker profile of Larry Summers alone.
Rahm Emanuel: “What the fuck are you guys doing?” the chief of staff reportedly demanded whenever complicated Treasury ideas reached his desk without warning. Unnamed Treasury Official: “The way Tim came up through Treasury is that he was the only one who would tell Summers he was full of shit or that an idea was stupid." Joe Biden: “How many former Secretaries of the Treasury would come in not as Secretary of the Treasury?” Biden says, of Summers, adding, “And he’s the smartest son of a bitch.” David Axelrod: “Geithner, that poor son of a bitch,” Axelrod told me. “He was going to be the first human sacrifice of our Administration as far as Washington was concerned.”
There comes a time in all of our lives when we have to realize that we're not as young as we once were and that maybe — just maybe — it's time to become an adult. Well, for Pete Wentz, that moment arrived yesterday when he shore his emo-riffic locks clean off in favor of a righteous buzzcut. As he himself put it on Twitter, "This is the death of the emo swoosh." Color us devastated. [Twitter]
Be still our hearts—Jim and Pam (John Krasinski and Jenna Fischer) are tying the knot in almost three days! And really, what more is there to say? We've given you all of the juicy little...
Dexter not only has his hands full with a baby, but on top of everything, grandpa’s visiting. Dexter’s own (dead, adoptive) father warns him that the family is getting in the way of his code and life as a serial killer. There’s something delicious in seeing perfectionist Dexter so worn out by his infant that he not only bungles his blood-spatter testimony, but loses a dead killer’s body (after that car accident and Dexter’s subsequent memory-wiping concussion). But Dead Dad is not there to rub it in, he wants to help Dexter find that corpse — although he does note, unhelpfully, that the only other time Dexter blacked out was when he was with his mother during her murder in a shipping container. If you can’t count on your family, who can you count on?
Dexter finally finds his victim when he realizes blood is dripping from the punching bag suspended over a boxing ring; he looks up into a bright light, much like the sun that shone into the shipping container when his father rescued him. Aww. Now Dexter can turn his attention back to the Trinity Killer. He, Agent Lundy, and Debra link the killer to a recent crime that duplicates a 30-year-old murder that got the wrong man sent up — but we can’t help thinking Debra’s a little more concerned with why Lundy doesn’t want to get back with her. Thank god for Anton. Lundy’s even creepier than the clothing-optional John Lithgow.
Meanwhile: Lt. La Guerta and Sgt. Batista stick it out even though he’s insecure over her authority; Masuka is still a dolt; and Quinn has some problems. Not only is he boning a manipulative, loose-lipped crime reporter, but he’s worried his bullying of Dexter is going to bite him in the ass after Dexter saw him pocketing a wad of cash from a safe at a crime scene.
The suspense isn’t exactly killing us. Mild-mannered Arthur Mitchell will strike again next week, probably at the woman he and his pup Checkers (“or whatever your name is”) just charmed. Dexter will feel guilty about not helping Lundy earlier. And Trinity and Dexter shall eventually meet. The real drama is in Dexter’s chest — can he heal the heart he’s been pursuing all along, and deal with his old friend, the dark passenger? Let’s see him cope with the memory of his mother’s murder — and maybe retire if he has to. That’s just so crazy it might work.
We just learned that 17-year-old personal-style blogger Jane Aldridge, better known as Sea of Shoes, has a boyfriend! His name is Amit and she finally shared him with her fans. Turns out he, like Jane, is a pretty good dresser. In this photo he wears a Rick Owens jacket and Acne jeans and carries a Jil Sander bag. But what's really cute about them is not that they both have style, but that they both have fashion blogs. However, his blog isn't a personal-style blog. Why? He's a person, he's got style, he's dating the preeminent personal-style blogger of our time (no, seriously, she has an Urban Outfitters collaboration under her designer belt to prove it).
It's unclear how long these two have been dating, but back in April, on the one-year anniversary of his blog, Lame Basics, he blogged:
i ... thought about turning the blog into my own personal "what are you wearing" log. then i realized constantly taking pictures of oneself everyday is vain and narcissistic and caring that much about what you wear probably relates to some pathological condition defined by pent up attention-seeking emotional issues.
Oh. At least everyone knows it's better not to ask a lover about their past blog entries.
First Bones and now this. This week's promotional appearances for the Backstreet Boys' new album, This Is Us, out tomorrow, have been canceled or postponed following Brian Littrell's tragic diagnosis with H1N1 today. The other, lesser Backstreet Boys have been examined by a doctor and none are exhibiting symptoms, though all have been prescribed Tamiflu as a precaution. [MTV]
If Milan's accessories were summed up in a single word, that word would be Lucite. Plastic is in, people, and it's hard to miss. From the embellished Lucite shoes at Prada to the rectangular Lucite clutches at Fendi, the stuff is shinier than ever. The sixties were also back with mod-inspired shoes at Versace and pop-art clutches at Emporio Armani. Not everyone followed suit, however: Jil Sander, never one to follow trends, trotted out two-pronged metal heels that were a different and fresh approach to the season's shoes. Is it overdramatic of us to declare that this is a true reinvention of the heel? Perhaps — but decide for yourself with our Milan accessories roundup.
We've got the dish on Bree Buckley's bad intentions on Gossip Girl. (Did you really think she was as good as she seemed?) Plus, read on to find out which couple is due for some devastating...
We just love this photo from yesterday's Atlantic Antic street fair, taken by Miss Heather from over at the newyorkshitty blog. In it, you can see wares from the black-themed baby boutique Baby Noir. While perhaps not expressly vampiric, the style certainly seems to trend in that direction (we believe that is a picture of a baby on the High Line, posing moodily in a long black onesie, that you can see in the foreground there). "Because nothing screams I am a narcissistic parent like dressing your toddler up as a goth," Miss Heather observes. "In front of the Brooklyn Detention Complex, no less."
Top Chef: Bravo has announced a season-seven renewal for superamazing cooking-competition series Top Chef. And yes, we are mostly doing this item so we can post a photo of Bryan and Michael...
Front Page: Lionsgate, Harpo nab rights to GQ article -- Lionsgate has partnered with Oprah Winfrey's Harpo Films to acquire rights to the November 2008 GQ magazine article "Will You Be My Black Friend?"
• More on Condé Nast's decision to shut down four magazines, including Gourmet, Cookie, Modern Bride and Elegant Bride: An estimated 180 people will likely lose their jobs as part of the move, although CEO Chuck Townsend says the company has no plans to shutter any other titles. [NYO, AdAge] • If Comcast goes ahead with a deal to take a controlling stake in NBC, Jeff Zucker, NBC Universal's CEO, may need to find a new job. [NYP] • Don Imus' radio show debuted on Fox Business today. [WP] • Rich Ross, the president of Disney Channels Worldwide, is taking over Walt Disney Studios; he's succeeding Dick Cook, who was ousted on Sept. 16. [NYT] • Universal Pictures has fired chairmen Marc Shmuger and David Linde. [LAT] • CBS has been busy ridding YouTube of David Letterman's mea culpa. [NYT] • Zombieland was No. 1 at the box office this weekend with a $25 million take. Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs dropped to second place. [Variety] • It wasn't all bad news at Condé Nast today: The New Yorker landed its biggest ad buy since 2005 with a $1 million deal with HSBC. [Folio]
• Are there too much reality shows on TV? That's one theory that would explain the low ratings for a suite of reality shows this season. [Variety] • Of course, MTV is hoping the buck that trend with its Intervention-style series featuring DJ AM, which it says will premiere on Oct. 12. [THR] • An Arrested Development movie is in the works. [Reuters] • CNBC has been changing up its evening schedule, just so you know. [NYT] • How and why Miramax managed to succeed in the 1990s and early '00s, and why its importance has waned in recent years. [THR] • Rupert Murdoch says newspaper and TV advertising is picking up. [WSJ] • The New Yorker covers blogger Nikki Finke; Finke responds. [NYer, DHD] • Former Bertelsmann chairman Reinhard Mohn is dead at 88. [THR]
Milan had two faces last week: One was fresh, clean, and light — it is spring 2010, after all. Alberta Ferretti, Bottega Veneta, and Marni all used a light palette, clean design, and airy silhouettes to put us in the mood for a new decade. The other face, meanwhile, was decidedly more mod — sixties mod to be exact. Prada's Lucite-covered girls (from head to toe) very clearly showed that plastic is in. Versace's bold, bubble-gum-colored patterns transported us back in time. There were, of course, the exceptions: Gucci's tough-girl warriors, Dolce's Spanish island girls, and Jil Sander's new take on suits. Check them all out in our roundup of Milan's greatest hits.
Looks like you should have cashed out your 401K years ago and invested all your money in the taxi industry. While "investing in stocks has been a road to nowhere all decade," the "value of a city taxi medallion has jumped 179 percent this decade," which means it's managed to outperform "just about every asset save for gold." [Crain's, NYDN]
Self-described "persuader from Maine" Peter Freeman has been living over the mysterious, closed Vermont Market and Pharmacy in Carroll Gardens for six months. He, like many neighbors, was fascinated by the place — which had been sealed up, wares and furniture included, for more than a decade. Freeman, according to the Times, convinced the eccentric owner to open the place up, and they had a party this weekend with lobster and oysters. Available for sale, if the place remains open for a while: "A rain hat for women 'with bouffant hairstyles.' Condoms packaged in 1983. Binaca. A bottle labeled: 'Tablets No. 1498. Flatulence' ... old athletic supporters and Pine Bros cough drops." [City Room/NYT]
Chanel Iman and Jourdan Dunn appear on the cover of Teen Vogue's November issue. They ooze love and good vibrations for one another. Nothing's better than two perfect-looking young women loving each other on the cover of a teen magazine! But their friendship saw a dark day. A dark, jealous, competitive day.
"I could sit here and tell you, 'I love Jourdan! We've always been the best of friends!'" she says. "But we haven't. Until recently, we barely even spoke. We went from being superclose in the beginning," she says, "to dead silence if we saw each other backstage at a show." Not even a hello? "If we did say hi, it was hi, and that's it."
For that bastion of friendship and warm fuzzies that is the fashion industry came between them, if you can imagine. Jourdan explains that black models are pitted against each other because there are so few jobs for them. Many labels are only looking for one black girl at castings. Jourdan says, "People will say things in Chanel's ear like, 'Jourdan is taking your spot,' and then they'll say to me, 'Don't trust Chanel.'"
Chanel says, "You're being told, 'So and so is only booking one black girl. It's either you or Jourdan,' So we'll be sitting in the lobby looking at each other like, 'Okay, I want this job, and she wants it too. Which one of us is going to get it?'"
"I remember last season," says Jourdan, "I was about to go into a casting, and my agent phoned and said, 'Turn back. They decided they don't want any black models.' I was like, 'They're actually telling you that's the reason? Are you serious?!'"
While Thakoon tells the magazine that he tries to include a "multicultural" group of models in his shows, Alexander Wang says, "For some designers, it's their 'thing' to make a statement with a black girl, but I just cast who I think is cool."
So back to the feud: Can the industry that tore Chanel and Jourdan apart foster a loving friendship between them? Note the juxtaposition of these paragraphs in Teen Vogue:
When Jourdan, who's expecting a baby boy this December, learned she was pregnant, Chanel was one of the first people she confided in. "It was really hard," she admits of her unplanned pregnancy. "All I could think about was what my mom was going to say, my agency, my boyfriend. When I told my mom, she started crying and blaming herself. She got pregnant with me at the same age, and she said, 'I don't want you to have to go through what I did.'" It definitely won't be easy, but Jourdan is also in a unique position for someone her age. Not many nineteen-year-olds have CK Calvin Klein campaigns to fall back on.
"No babies for me until I'm in my 30s!" Chanel says. "I'm focused on my career right now. I can't even take care of my dog," she laughs, noting that her two-year-old pup Louis Dior still lives in L.A. with her mom. "She's always calling, saying 'I wish you would just bring that dog back to New York with you. But he can't come here," she says. "He'll mess up my apartment!"
Think that's what Chanel said to Jourdan when she broke the news?
The jury in the Brooke Astor case has been deliberating for nearly three weeks now—and the trial itself went on for 19 weeks—but it's looking increasingly likely that the trial will end without a resolution. Jurors sent two notes to the judge today indicating they've been struggling to come up with a verdict, although the judge instructed them to "hang in there a bit longer" and go back to deliberating. [NYT]
"The Case of the Missing Screenplay" is itself missing what you’d think would be a key component of this show — a client for our private investigator protagonist. Instead, he’s after a wayward copy of the script given to him by Jim Jarmusch to rewrite. The tenuous connection to Jarmush gets Jonathan Ames the girl — who is, it turns out, quite literally a girl. She’s a 16-year-old student at St. Ann’s, and she lures Ames to her therapist father's office for a roll on the couch. Dad conveniently busts into the room, and Jonathan busts a move out of the bathroom window, leaving the screenplay behind. Meanwhile, George finally gets some after bagging his own Jarmusch groupie, and Ray edges closer to the nookie when Jonathan talks him into posing as a patient for the girl's father. (Ray’s girlfriend has agreed to trade sex for his therapy.) But Ray emerges from the doctor's office with an eviscerated ego — and no script. Jonathan finally recovers the screenplay after suffering a "Come to Jung" talk from the cliché-spewing shrink (plus a post-session punch to the gut), but it’s too late — Jarmusch has gone with Charlie Kaufman. But never mind the plausibility of the plot: How true to New York was this episode?
We've Been There
• Jonathan and his editor confab at a distinctly Algonquin-ish hotel bar, where they run into George's nemesis, the GQ editor (played by a fey Oliver Platt) who has stolen the heart of George’s "best ex-wife" (who is also there, resplendent in pearls). Given the Algonquin's writerly history, it makes perfect sense they'd all pick this lush, old-world room for their meeting place. Plus 2.
• The underage hottie who devours Jonathan at the New York Film Society party isn't an NYU student but a St. Ann's brat. It's where all good shrinks send their hip kids. Plus 2.
• After their public display of affection, Jonathan suggests he and the girl grab a drink at a "Smith Street bar." Also known as Brooklyn's "restaurant row," the street is also a favorite for effete imbibers (see: Clover Club). Plus 1.
• When Jonathan anxiously confesses to George that he nearly committed statutory rape, the editor makes a well-timed (if unintentionally so) Polanski reference. Woody Allen would have been too obvious. Plus 1.
• Jarmusch's work space is a Red Hook-y warehouse furnished with little more than a desk and tons of room for him to ride around in circles on his cruiser bike. Paging David Byrne! Plus 1.
A Likely Story
• Jarmusch and Ames make their acquaintance at the New York Film Society party, which is held at the synagogue-turned-downtown-event-space Angel Orensanz. It seems a bit too musty and crumbly for that kind of affair, especially late in the night when it starts to resemble another re-purposed church, the former Limelight. Minus 1.
• Brownstone Brooklyn nearly all white, all the time? What happened to the Huxtables? But seriously: A single black extra per episode does not an accurate Brooklyn depiction make. Minus 2.
• George's ultra-modern, sprawling Manhattan apartment is almost too sprawling. He’s a Graydon Carteresque editor, sure, but he’s not a billionaire. Minus 1.
• Jonathan bribes Ray with a dinner at Sammy's Roumanian steak house. But we’d more easily picture these two at Freeman's: They'd definitely like their beef with a side of taxidermy. Minus 1.
We've Been There by two points! There’s plenty to nitpick in Bored to Death's New York, but mostly it feels all-too familiar.
Beyoncé: "No, I don't run on a treadmill in heels. That's a bit extreme. But I do practice my choreography in heels. And I have a rule that when I have my heels on, everyone has to have their heels on too. Sometimes the dancers are like, "Oh, God, we hope Beyoncé comes in late," because I'll go all day. And in the end, I'll have blisters and my toes will have bruises. It's really hard sometimes." [Reuters]
Over the weekend, the New York Times thoroughly dissected the three wedding registries set up by Ivanka Trump and Jared Kushner, who plan to tie the knot at the end of the month at the Trump golf course in Bedminster, NJ. The attention sure seems to have paid off: All the unsold items at Crate & Barrel and Tiffany mentioned in the article have since been spoken for. But it also looks like the couple wasn't especially thrilled to have their drinking glass and serving spoon preferences revealed to all. You'll need to obtain a password from Jared or Ivanka to view their Williams-Sonoma registry from now on. [NYT, previously]
• A new British survey concluded that 27 percent of women apply makeup while driving, and overall 3 percent of women have caused a car crash while primping. [StyleList]
HAIR
• Rihanna, with the little hair that she has, managed to wear her locks in four different styles in one week. [BellaSugar]
• Take inspiration from Stella McCartney's spring 2010 minimal runway look and skip the comb. Hairstylist Eugene Souleiman just blew hot air on the hair and ran his fingers through — no irons, combs, or anything else. [WWD]
FRAGRANCE
• Regarding Daphne Guinness's perfume: "Hordes of perfume enthusiasts will detest Daphne. Its sweet thickness might drive comparisons to marshmallow fluff and talcum powder … But if your dream home is something you saw once in a 1930s fashion magazine, and your mantel is loaded with your nephew’s parrot sculpture, a chalkware lamp shaped like a Turkish boy, and a mishmash of flowers in varying stages of decline in a variety of flea market vases, step right up." [Now Smell This]
The reunited Blink-182 were at MSG last night, but Saturday they played the cozier Borgata Events Center in Atlantic City, a carpeted function room used primarily, one assumes, for sports memorabilia conventions and casino-workers union meetings. The band split in 2005 (mostly because co-front man Tom DeLonge “couldn’t contain his shit”) and re-formed after four years of fruitless side projects, which hasn't left enough time off for a critical re-appraisal. But we like them!
And so do a bunch of other people, obviously, both young’uns who grew up with Blink-182 as their Clash, and O.G. fans now just a touch plumper in the mid-section. Other than the pre-show spectacle of seeing that overly-gelled, lip-pierced set mingling amidst the chain-smoking A.C. lifers, Saturday’s gig was no different than what you might've witnessed before their break. The band looks the same (Mark Hoppus, age 37, even broke out the extra-long Dickies shorts), makes the same dumb jokes (Hoppus: "This song is about love! This song is about love! … this song is about fucking!”), and has the same old sound. No resentment was evident among the members, and there were no surprises on the satisfying singles-heavy set list (although they skipped the traditional encore charade). We could wrap things up with a little critical re-appraisal ourselves, but instead, we’ll just ask you to give “Dammit” another listen.
Mad Men’s latest episode, “Souvenir”, was a sex-filled jaunt with and without consent, an episode fueled by lust and passion and inhibitions and Italy and hair and Don and Betty Draper’s second Honeymoon.
But because this blog likes to keep things “light” and “unrapey”, we’ll forget about that whole “Pete Campbell’s Arapian Nights” story line and focus on what really made the episode worth watching over and over again: Don and Betty’s trip to Rome.
Betty be all over town with a new man named Henry, the government adviser and silver fox second only to that ol’ cad Roger Sterling. He saves the reservoir at the City Council meeting, and Betty thanks him in the form of a lingering kiss. Because remember girls, “You don’t kiss boys. Boys kiss you.” She then does a little dance in the kitchen because the “reservoir” was “saved” (quotes denote sluttiness):
Well, now she’s gone and damn done it. There’s a reason why she has three kids, America, and that reason is “woman got needs”. So when Don tells her that he’s jetting off to Rome with the inventor of mustachio nuts, Connie Hilton, Betty, now motivated by stirrings down there and “guilt”, asks to come along.
Which is how we find ourselves in Rome, Italy. To fully enjoy the rest of this recap, please click play for the below song – Sophie Loren’s “Zoo Be Zoo Be Zoo.”
Roma! Ah, a city of divine smells and ancient history, a city packed to the brim with attractive Europeans and fashion and wine and amazing hair salons! No, really:
We find Betty sitting at a cafe with an entire challah hot glued to her forehead, as two genuine Italians — who, really, we refuse to believe were actors vs. men just in the shot — hit on this WASP-faced beauty.
And who knew that beneath that steely gaze of hers was an actual working brain? And one that speaks Italian no less. My, my, Betty, you do grow more intriguing each episode. As Betty is being verbally assaulted by our alternate-universe Silvio’s, Don Draper rolls off of a GQ Magazine cover and into a chair at the table next to Betty’s. It’s the ol’ “Pick-Up a Stranger, Wait That’s No Stranger, That’s My Wife” trick that we’ve seen no so many times before. And it works like a highly f**kable charm.
Because really, why talk about anything else that happened on the show, when these photos exist?
So yes, our uptight Betty seemed to have all the men globally striving to light her fire — literally, with a lighter. And after all of her hair beehiving, morning sexing, Don doing ways — to wit…
…we return back to their suffocating existence in New York’s Westchester.
The real question being: When will Betty’s reservoir get saved?
Once a week, Daily Intel takes a peek between doors left slightly ajar. This week: The Therapist in a Relationship With an Older, Almost-Divorced Family Man: female, 27, Upper West Side, straight, in a yearlong relationship.
DAY ONE 7:30 a.m.: Dear Brownstone-Desecrating Yuppies Across the Street: IT'S SEVEN THIRTY IN THE FUCKING MORNING. Pull the pillow over my head and try and block it out for 45 more minutes until my cell phone goes off. 7:33 a.m.: Reminisce about last weekend, when I had a pillow over my face to roommateproof sex noises. Contemplate squeezing in some "me time" before the alarm, but pass out in dreamy/sexy haze. 1:15 p.m.: Read a dirty text from not-quite-divorced boyfriend of one year who travels and has kids, right before going into session with an 84-year-old who proceeded to bitch for 45 minutes about how vulgar the movie The Hangover was. If only she knew where my mind was. 1:30 p.m.: Still is. Feel less out of touch for not yet seeing The Hangover. Cannot get my mind off of last weekend. Newsflash, everyone: Sometimes your therapist isn't listening.
5:09 p.m.: Success! Just scored two seats to U2's September shows. Wish my man was here to, um, celebrate. We first met at a concert a few years back, so it's an anniversary of sorts. 6:56 p.m.: Tell my therapist about how I was fantasizing about last weekend in all of my sessions today. I end up kind of bragging to her about the weekend, but I can’t help it. I actually lost control of my face for a solid 45 seconds while tears flew out of my face like I was an anime character while I was coming. What would Freud make of that? Definitely found the perfect way to work out my daddy issues. 10:45 p.m.: Nightly phone ritual of catching up on the day's events and dirty reminiscing briefly transitioning into phone sex. On my end at least ... He's moving in soon. And then it can be actual sex more than every two weeks. Yippee.
DAY TWO 9:0 5a.m.: Mmmmmm. Blissfully arise to no construction noise. Briefly am frightened to discover that I am completely bottomless. 9:25 a.m.: The water pressure in my apartment sucks. Not enough oomph for any solo shower fun, that's for sure. Downfall No. 397 about living on a high floor in New York. 12:42 p.m.: None of my clients are showing up. Ah, the joys of a newly developed private practice. Plenty of time to get pathetically lost in fantasy about Alex Rodriguez, who vaguely (vaguely) resembles my boyfriend. 12:50 p.m.: Oh, NOW a client shows up. Pfft. Thwarted. 1:11 p.m.: My client is debating whether or not she believes in bisexuality. 5:03 p.m.: Three minutes into a session with a new client — a “straight” male who is addicted to getting pegged by post-op transsexual black women. Use some visualization techniques on myself so that I'm not stuck with that lovely image all night. 8:10 p.m.: Another riveting afternoon of whiny NYU students come and gone. Nothing like it to kill the libido.
DAY THREE 8 a.m.: Alarm goes off. I'm wet from vivid dreams about my boyfriend's tongue. Figure I'll be a good girlfriend and save it up for him tonight. Good God, I've hit the jackpot with him. 8:47 a.m.: Grab some pineapple to eat with my lunch. Supposedly makes you taste better. 10:30 a.m.: Not listening to the current client. My man is probably landing at LGA. 11:55 a.m.: He's here! Of course, my next client is already in the waiting room, but I still bring my boyfriend back to my office and close the door. 12:01 p.m.: Making out like crazy. I grab his crotch and feel him, just as ready as I am. God. Dammit. 12:15 p.m.: Send him to the apartment. Wish I had just gone for the quickie right there. We aren't too good at rushing, though ... 4:45 p.m.: My last client cancels. I blow through my evening paperwork and insurance bullshit to try to beat the rush home. 5:11 p.m.: Aaaaand the C and the E are running express to 59th. Crap. Run upstairs and hail a cab. 5:46 p.m.: In the door about 90 seconds before pinning my boyfriend on my bed. Just starting to get hot and heavy when I hear my roommate keying in. Crap. 6:23 p.m.: Watch my boyfriend dutifully make small talk. Decide that delayed gratification is hot and suggest hitting up Patsy's for dinner, where we play footsie. 8:53 p.m.: In the door. Clothes are off. Roommate has vacated the premises. I love her — but hallelujah — no pillows over my face this weekend! Openly appreciate his tongue work. 10:15 p.m.: I think I killed him. Oh, no, he's snoring. Whew! I sneak out and watch Bill Maher on the couch. 11:02 p.m.: Round two commences with my legs in the air. 1:03 a.m.: Pass out on his chest with my leg wrapped around him, his arm around me. His chest hair tickles.
DAY FOUR: 9:36 a.m.: He goes down on me before pretty much every time we have sex, but this time I'm really seeing stars. Noon: Another round later, we head for our favorite postcoital food spot — my favorite Upper West Side diner. 12:32 p.m.: Love when he holds my hand from across the table. Try to shut off the therapist voice in my brain that is asking why I feel the need to show off to the girls at the next table. 4:50 p.m.: Watching the Yankee postgame. Straddle him on the couch in full view of my neighbors. 5:03 p.m.: Boyfriend carries me into my bedroom and throws me down. Hell. Yes. 7:44 p.m.: Love passing afternoons this way. Laying in bed talking, having sex, making out, laughing. Apparently it was a beautiful day out ... whoops. Fully intend on heading to a neighborhood Italian joint but somehow end up making out and pinned underneath him for a quickie that leads to a nap/sex coma. 9:07 p.m.: Okay. We're really going out now. 10:30 p.m.: Back home to watch embarrassing home movies of mine like I promised him we would. Thankfully he passes out after a few minutes and I am spared. 10:51 p.m.: Drag him by the wrists into my bedroom and go down on him until he's almost there. I'm selfish and want him to fuck me again. 2:03 a.m.: Start to drift off with him spooning me. The only man I trust to have that close to my ass.
DAY FIVE 7:30 a.m.: Boyfriend starts in again. 9:18 a.m.: Not sure when I fell asleep; momentarily terrified that I passed out mid-hand job. He said the nap felt good. 10:32 a.m.: Drifting in and out of sleep and kisses until we finally get down to business. Both on our knees and I'm loving it. Doggy-style is Jesus' gift for the ladies, I swear. 12:13 p.m.: We officially are the obnoxious couple sitting next to each other instead of across. Stop short of feeding each other omelettes. 1:09 p.m.: Back to soon-to-be-our place to relax before he has to rush out to get his flight. Cuddle on the couch while meanly making fun of the retired Yankees rocking Old Timers’ Day. 2:30 p.m.: Plenty of long kisses at the door before he grabs the elevator to head off for a week of travel for work. I miss him and he's barely out of the building. Pa-thetic. He needs to get unmarried so he can marry me. Stat. 2:33 p.m.: Ponder the plight of how fucking long it takes for divorces to become legal in this state of ours. We began under vaguely un-kosher circumstances, giving in to a lengthy flirtation. I can't help but look forward to real legitimacy. I think of how all my client couples would feel if they knew. 5:14 p.m.: Haven't moved off the couch all day. Think about masturbating but then realize I'm really sore. Think back to college and consider grabbing a bag of frozen vegetables out of the fridge for my poor, poor girly parts. 12:16 a.m.: Time for the nightly phone call. Codependence? Probably.
DAY SIX 9:05 a.m.: I hate waking up alone. I have literally mounted my body pillow in my sleep. Refuse to analyze either of those realizations. 12:45 p.m.: Lunch with my parents at Morimoto. Make the faux pas of mentioning that whatever phantom bug has been biting the shit out of my leg at night has been leaving my boyfriend alone. HORRORS, directly referencing the boyfriend staying over. Oh, Catholics. 3:24 p.m.: My 3 p.m. is a no-show. Realize that normally my mind would be wandering, but am still sore from the weekend. I'm still pretty depleted. 7:51 p.m.: Couple at the next table in the salad joint who are sucking each other's tongues. Am jealous, but allow my therapist brain to think instead about what they're compensating for. 10:30 p.m.: Still sore, but very pent-up. I can never go from three times a day to zilch. Can't help myself. 11:14 p.m.: Phone, sharing my inability to resist touching myself after he leaves. Can't understand how his almost-ex never slept with him. 11:48 p.m.: Phone sex isn't supposed to be so hot.
DAY SEVEN 8:11 a.m.: Straddling my body pillow. Still wet from last night. Luckily I’m someone who never needs lube. Ever. 8:18 a.m.: Masturbating three times in twelve hours when one has just gotten laid would be a bit excessive, no? Try to recall how the DSM would categorize. 2:36 p.m.: In a couple’s session, listening to bottom gay complain that top gay objectifies him via doggy-style. Wish it was in the client's best interest to share my own enlightened perspective on the position’s liberation. Smile, nod, and encourage more sharing. 5:19 p.m.: Wish I could pounce when I get home. I have a lot of pent-up work rage today. 9:12 p.m.: So tired. Probably even too tired to have sex, for once. 11:11 p.m.: Somehow make it to our nightly phone call. Wistfully wishing his job and his kids wouldn't take him away from me so much. Vow to get a vibrator soon, so I can push through the lazy nights with some more enjoyment while he's away.
TOTALS: Five acts of masturbation, two during phone sex; two make-out sessions; three workplace fantasies; eight acts of intercourse; two acts of overanalyzing an obnoxiously in-love couple at a restaurant; two acts of being that obnoxiously in-love couple at a restaurant.
Looks like the cast of Bones should've read the cover story of this week's New York! Production on the mildly intriguing and sort-of-well-received Fox show has been shut down due to an outbreak of the H1N1 virus swine flu. Initial reports are that the show's star, David "Angel" Boreanaz, is among the cast and crew members affected. Where are the Jonas Brothers when you need them? [Ausiello Files/EW]
In a new survey, Japanese retailers named Alexander Wang the hottest international designer brand. He earned double the votes of the second-hottest international designer brand, Givenchy. Behind him came Balmain. You know you're cool when Japan loves you. Or when Courtney Love plays at your after-party. Or when people wait in line for hours to get into said party not knowing Courtney Love is performing, even though it's at a gas station, of all places. [WWD]
This short, twenty-second video only has one line — unfortunately not delivered by Levi Johnston or his wonderful bodyguard-publicist-agent Tank Jones — but it speaks volumes. Specifically, volumes about how willing Levi is to make fun of himself for a buck, and how many random companies there are out there that will pay him to do it.
We're just glad to see Tank getting in on some of the action. Look at the man. He deserves his time to shine.
When we last saw Best Day Ever, Mike Britt and the other castaways were trying to set off the Jughead bomb to prevent Jon and Kate Gosselin from ever meeting in the future. Well, it was something along those lines. Anyway, we are pleased to announce that Best Day Ever RETURNS tomorrow night at 11pm on VH1. Once again, host Mike Britt will bring you the day’s best moments from TV and elsewhere this Tuesday through Friday night.
"Maybe I’m misjudging people, but I feel like a lot of people still have an image of me in a bonnet at nine years old."—Anna Paquin on not escaping her Oscar-winning role in The Piano [Telegraph UK]
"I worshiped New Kids on the Block. Donnie has always been fine to me. He's like wine, girl. When they came on The View, Whoopi [Goldberg] and Joy [Behar] let Elisabeth and me do the interview because we were like such school girls; they said they'd take Tony Bennett when he comes. The thing about Twitter is that I forget I have 130,000-plus followers, and I keep thinking I'm just talking to my friend in Minnesota. I absolutely could not handle a one-on-one with Donnie Wahlberg."—Sherri Shepherd [LAT]
"It's always a funny feeling when you're walking down a street shooting a movie and all of a sudden, the paparazzi are there and everybody flees, because they don't want to be the person who is stuck with the 'mystery guy' arrow. My poor girlfriend — we were going on holiday and her boyfriend happened to walk with me onto the plane, so snap, snap, the next thing you knew, 'mystery man' and it was my friend's boyfriend!"—Jennifer Aniston [Contact Music]
“It’s performance art.”—James Franco on his upcoming role on General Hospital [Showbiz 411]
"I knew how to roller skate in a rink 20 years ago, but this is definitely different because the track is slanted and elevated, and you're not just skating with your friends listening to Eddie Rabbit. You're hitting each other and learning how to fall."—Kristen Wiig on learning to roller derby for Whip It [LAT]
"I don't want to because he is not the world's fastest director, and I like to get in and do my work and go home and put the kids to bed. I'm afraid there would be this moment where I would say, 'Okay. You've got it. I promise you it is in the can. I've got to go home.'"—Jennifer Garner would not want to be directed by Ben Affleck [Contact Music]
After much consternation and debate, MTV and the family of the late Adam Goldstein — better known as D.J. AM — have decided that the best way to honor his memory is to air the Intervention-style reality show, Gone Too Far, that he had wrapped just days before his death from a drug overdose. In a statement, the Goldstein family had this to say: "The decision to air the show has been difficult, but we do this with the profound belief that it will inspire others to seek help." The show's first episode will air on MTV next Monday, October 12. [Rock & Roll Daily/Rolling Stone]
Paolo Marco Pellegrini foretold the housing bubble and helped execute the bet against subprime mortgages that made his former mentor, John Paulson, a billionaire. And he's actually kind of charming, in a Hannibal Lecter sort of way.
Here is what we learned about him from this weekend's Bloomberg profile:
• He is 52 years old.
• He is six foot two and weighs 190 pounds.
• He lives on the Upper West Side with his third wife, Henrietta, and her daughter.
• But he was born in Rome.
• Where his parents were scientists.
• And he played classical piano and studied Latin and ancient Greek.
• As a teenager, he joined Italy's Partito Radicale, a pacifist, liberal, pro-gay, pro-pot political party, and worked handing out flyers for them throughout college.
• In his spare time, he worked as a jazz D.J.
• He was fired by two investment banks because he wasn't a good salesman.
• In 2007, while working at John Paulson's hedge fund, he used federal data to identify the housing bubble. Then he helped pop it by engineering a massive bet against subprime mortgages, making the firm billions of dollars. “It was technically a beautiful trade,” one money manager tells Bloomberg. “The asymmetry was incredible.”
• This made John Paulson happy, which in turn made Paolo happy.
He recalls that Paulson broke into a smile when he showed him the proof that houses were overpriced. “John doesn’t smile,” Pellegrini says. “It felt great.”
• Also, he made tens of millions of dollars for himself on the trade, which allowed him to purchase "a couple of what he laughingly calls “entry-level supercars”: a silver Ferrari F430 with a base price of $168,000 and a black $109,000 Audi R8."
• He also started his own fund, PSQR LLC, to "protect his newfound riches," per Bloomberg.
• But Paolo is not just about things. Paolo has thoughts. "Paolo is a deep thinker,” says William Michaelcheck, founder and chairman of Mariner Investment Group, a New York hedge-fund firm where Pellegrini worked as an analyst in 2003 and 2004.
• And sometimes, he can be very blunt and sassy about them. For instance, when asked how the U.S. central bank has handled the crisis, Paolo says:
“The Fed is printing money, as instructed by the financial services industry, so that they can stick all of us with the bill."
And as for Federal Reserve chairman Ben S. Bernanke:
“I have zero confidence in what the Fed is doing.”
And as for you:
“People were pretending they were earning a living, and they were not,” he says. “Banks lent them the money so they could live beyond their means.”
He suspects things are going to get much worse, economically speaking. But then, he will probably make lots more money off of it. That, we imagine, is what's making him smile in the above picture. Or it could be the pot.
British children's literature favourite Winnie-the-Pooh is back for a new adventure with trusty sidekicks Tigger, Piglet and Eeyore, plus a new friend, Lottie the Otter seen here, in a book out Monday... Source: RSS feed - channel BNImagesEnter | 5 Oct 2009 | 1:32 pm
First, the Senate Finance Committee has to pass its bill tomorrow. (Piece of cake.) Then, Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid has to combine that bill with a more liberal, public-option-containing version passed by the Senate Health, Education, Labor and Pensions Committee, a merger "so rare" that he's "never attempted it on any piece of legislation — much less one as complex" as this one. (That's not too reassuring.) Reid has to ensure that the new bill will placate both the most moderate and most liberal Democrats. (Yikes.) Once on the Senate floor, it'll have to survive a "barrage of amendments." (Sounds painful.) After that, the Senate bill has to be reconciled all over again with another bill — the one passed by the House. (Oh, right, forgot about them.) And then everyone has to vote on it again. (Maybe those colonists were wrong about the monarchy after all ... )
Fashion Wire Daily - Ever the well-informed futurist, Karl Lagerfeld sent out one of the lightest collections seen anywhere this season in his signature label show in Paris Sunday, Oct. 4, a series of looks all made in super wispy fabrics.
Parks & Recreations star Aziz Ansaripoints us towards this clip of Larry David making an appearance on none other than Hannah Montana, the Disney vehicle driven by still-not-legal pop star Miley Cyrus.
Larry is at his prime Davidness on the show, not letting the barely passable acting of his tweenage co-stars get in the way of his genius. But Beware: The laugh track used in this clip is literally unbearable. It doesn’t let up for a SINGLE second, and is a bit distracting, the same way a naked man painted red with a piece of navy rope up his ass and the end lit on fire running across the set is distracting. It really makes you appreciate all of those long awkward silences on Curb.
Don't feel badly for your friend who's been out of work for months. Or the one who got laid off recently. Clearly, they're no match for this investment banker who's taking home a $1 million bonus this year, but has realized he'll have absolutely nothing left after accounting for his mortgage, Hamptons rental, private school tuition, ballet and fencing lessons for the kids, housekeeper, babysitters, gym memberships, and three psychotherapists (one for him, one for his wife, and a couples therapist). "Where am I going to move? Brooklyn?" God forbid! [HuffPo]
The president will speak at the annual dinner for the Human Rights Campaign, the nation's most prominent gay-rights lobby group. This will be looked at two ways: (1) as a good-faith effort to mollify LGBT people who are increasingly disappointed in Obama's lackluster follow-through on his campaign promises to overturn Don't Ask, Don't Tell and the Defense of Marriage Act, and (2) as a seeming sellout on the part of HRC for opening their arms to a person (yes, even the president) who doesn't believe that two gay people should be allowed to legally marry one another. After the past year's tumultuous events, and on the eve of a demonstration called the "National Equality March," no less. [Caucus/NYT]
Reuters - French fashion house Celine, owned by luxury goods group LVMH, has been holding off opening new stores this year and hopes collections from creative director Phoebe Philo will underpin sales from 2010. Source: Yahoo! News: Fashion News | 5 Oct 2009 | 12:14 pm
The last few days haven't been easy ones for David Letterman, naturally. Ironically, though, the scandal may end up benefiting Letterman's right-hand man, Paul Shaffer. The Late Show's longtime band leader's new memoir, We'll Be Here For the Rest of Our Lives: A Swingin' Show-biz Saga, officially goes on sale tomorrow. And while the "candid" book that takes readers "behind-the-scenes" doesn't contain any revealing info about Letterman—or address any of his dalliances with junior staffers—the book is selling briskly and has secured the No. 1 spot in Amazon's TV category. [Amazon]
Reuters - Yves Saint Laurent's former partner, who infuriated China by auctioning two bronze sculptures claimed by the country, said he had received death threats over the historic statuettes.
Governor Paterson continued his recent spate of media appearances on CNBC's Squawk Box this morning, issuing a strong challenge to the "phantom people who say they're running for governor." "I keep hearing about all these people who are running for office," Paterson said. "If you had any courage, if you wanted to be a leader in a crisis, get up and say what you'd do now that was different than what we've done." Paterson has echoed this idea earlier — that once the other candidates are forced to take public positions on difficult issues, it'll become clear that Paterson's decisions were necessary and the voters will realize that he hasn't been all that bad. At the same time, though, neither Andrew Cuomo nor Rudy Giuliani have declared a run for governor yet, formally or informally, so it's not really cowardly that they haven't begun campaigning thirteen months in advance. Paterson may want the election to start now because, you know, why the hell not try to create some momentum for yourself? But since it's probably going to end terribly for him anyway, he might as well be patient.
Oh… wait, no… he’s just dancing. Finn’s just dancing, everyone, put your wallets away.
Here’s a Sneak Peak for Wednesday night’s “Xtreme Mash Ups” episode of Glee (not the actual title), where the boys debut their “It’s My Life” cover. And somehow, even on wheels, Artie is a better dancer than our beloved awk-jock Finn. (Would it be “jockward”? Or “jawkward”? Hurry, the U.S. Patent people are on line 3.)
And you might notice a new addition to the Glee choir in this video. A man who goes by the name of “Rere Genius Asian Dancer from Space”. You’re not fooling anyone, Glee writers. We would have definitely noticed this kid’s moves in past sequences. Way to add in a new character on the sly! But you know, if The Simpsons can haveRoy, then by all means, Hot Asian dude is A-OK by us. (That is, until he movies into his “own apartment with two sexy ladies,” knowutimean people who got this Simpsons reference? No?) Enjoy the clip.
Creators of "Monty Python's Flying Circus" (L-R) Terry Gilliam, John Cleese and Eric Idle, arrive at the premiere of "Monty Python's Spamalot" in 2007 at The Grail Theater in Las Vegas, Nevada. Source: RSS feed - channel BNImagesEnter | 5 Oct 2009 | 11:38 am
Kelly Ripa and Mark Consuelos leaving the gym ... Ed Westwick and Jessica Szohr going to brunch at Bubby's in Tribeca... Oliver Stone talking to his crew on the set of Wall Street 2 ... Sienna Miller reading a script while sitting outside Cafe Gitane on Mott Street ... Will Ferrell walking around on the set of The Other Guy ... Zoe Kravitz leaving the premiere of Precious with dad Lenny ... Beyoncé arriving at a Billboard Music event at the Pierre Hotel ... Chace Crawford leaving his trailer on the Gossip Girl set ... Mischa Barton walking her dog downtown ... and Lady Gaga leaving the Saturday Night Live after-party at DBGB.
Reuters - Stella McCartney paid homage to her famous parents with a collection of 1970s bohemian dresses, loose jumpsuits and high-waisted trousers on Monday. Source: Yahoo! News: Fashion News | 5 Oct 2009 | 11:10 am
A close up of the statuette is seen during the 57th Annual Primetime Emmy Awards Nominations at The Academy of Television, Arts and Sciences in 2005 in North Hollywood, California. Asia and Latin America... Source: RSS feed - channel BNImagesEnter | 5 Oct 2009 | 11:10 am
AP - "Civil War Wives: The Life and Times of Angelina Grimke Weld, Varina Howell Davis and Julia Dent Grant" (Alfred A. Knopf, 384 pages, $27.95), by Carol Berkin: Carol Berkin has found rich ground in the wives of famous men during the Civil War and mines it for wonderfully readable stories.
If SNL has already pulled the trigger and created “Weekend Update Thursdays“, might we be so kind as to suggest they consider making “SNL: Music Only Saturdays“? That’s because this past episode’s highlights were all music related — which, on an episode featuring the hilarious and armsy Ryan Reynolds with a dash of Scarlet Johanson, we find hard to believe. Then again, when Lady Gaga is your musical guest, she’s kind of going to be hard to top.
Some of the sketches had oddball charm — particularly the Norwegian Actors Playhouse and TruTV’s “So You Committed a Crime… And You Think You Can Dance” — but the highlight for us was the Digital Short, which nicely recovered from last week’s unexplainable Megan Fox sketch (Ryry’s Australian accent: outstanding). Here, Andy Samberg paints on a goatee and teaches us what he likes to do to harmless inanimate objects:
But the episode’s true artistry stemmed from in thankfully inimitable Lady Gaga, who ditched the used tamp hat in favor of a more tasteful red lace lingerie situation along with a Nickelodeon Guts Aggrocrag Trophy cum Keytar, during her reimagining of her hit “Paparazzi”:
She then donned a gyroscope bustier for her moving and strange “Lovegame”/”Pokerface” medley. If you’re not sold on Gaga, click to watch. It was one of the more memorable SNL performances (after Bon Jovi’s “Always”, obvs.)
In short, our message to SNL is as follows: Baaazigully, you should have Lady Gaga perform each and every week. You’re welcome.
Thoughts on this episode? If you can see the comments, do tell.
Front Page: Duo to turn classic show into reality series -- Smiles, smiles, everyone: Sony Pictures TV and Mark Burnett are partnering to turn "Fantasy Island" into a reality series.
Front Page: New heads to focus on 'responsible risks' -- Universal Pictures has tapped its head marketing maven Adam Fogelson as its new chairman, while Donna Langley has been upped to co-chairman of the studio, effective immediately.
Front Page: Rich Ross' promotion at studio appears imminent -- Since Dick Cook left a few weeks ago, the question was who would replace him as head of Walt Disney Studios. Now it seems to be a question of when, not who.
AP - "The Professional" (G.P. Putnam's Sons, 289 pages, $26.95), by Robert B. Parker: In recent years, Robert B. Parker has done his best work writing about cowboys ("Appaloosa") and a baseball player ("Double Play"). But every year he cranks out another adventure featuring Spenser, his fearless and witty Boston private detective.
1. Stand next to your tweak-faced sister at her birthday party, posing for the cameras as she kisses her baby daddy and love of her life in front of you.
Austrian photographer Erich Lessing speaks during interview with an AFP reporter in 2008 in Vienna. Capa is to be the subject of a biopic directed by Michael Mann, entertainment industry press reported... Source: RSS feed - channel BNImagesEnter | 5 Oct 2009 | 10:21 am
Up until this weekend, small, delicate cupcakes were considered a delightful treat after a healthy meal. Chocolate, vanilla, red velvet… there were so many possibilities.
Then, this infomercial crossed our paths. It’s for the Big Top Cupcake… a cupcake that is 25 TIMES MOTHERF**KING HUGER THAN YOUR AVERAGE CUPCAKE, WHICH DID THEY MENTION, IS THE CHOICE OF DESSERT FOR P*SSIES. To be honest, I don’t even really like cupcakes (too rich, don’t get me started), BUT I CAN’T HELP BUT WANT TO BURY MY FACE IN THE BIG TOP CUPCAKE ICING POOL WHILE LISTENING TO INSANE CLOWN POSSE AND BLOWIN’ SOME SH*T UP. This cupcake is intense, motherf**kers!!!1! Especially the “giant cat” one!
And as far as the demise of this nation is concerned, pretty sure 00:53 of the infomercial explains it all, from the future diabetic obesity that these young child actors will experience, to the fact that they are the worst child actors we’ve ever seen around a giant cupcake. Not to mention the mom at the beginning, who is obviously manny-depressies and an alky. Then again, Big Top Cupcake with red wine center? Sign me up.
Ed. Note: A Big Cupcake = A Cake. Let’s not mix metaphors.
The split between Jon and Kate Gosselin has been contentious from the beginning, but Jon could be found in contempt of court for the unauthorized withdrawal of $200,000 from the couple's joint bank account, Kate Gosselin's attorney told PEOPLE.
AP - "Blood's a Rover" (Alfred A. Knopf, 636 pages, $28.95), by James Ellroy: James Ellroy, the mad genius of American letters, snarls and spits at you from the page in this jaw-dropping conclusion to his paranoid "Underworld USA" trilogy.
Tom Cruise went for a jog with wife Katie Holmes and son Connor. But as a reader of Oh No They Didn’t points out, they were joined by an entirely unexpected guest: ANGRY TREE FACE.
Gwen Stefani has turned 40 years old. Scientists deduced this by counting her layers of abs.
Lindsay Lohan made her Paris Fashion debut as an “artistic adviser” for Emanual Ungaro, where models walked the runway wearing nothing more than leggings, freckles, collagen, and the distant look of a 48 year old woman wondering where her life has gone.
The script for the Arrested Development Movie is in the works! Sadly, due to scheduling conflicts involvingthe show’s extremely in demand actors, the first hour and a half feature Annyong and Lucille exclusively. (Dream movie.)
Fashion Wire Daily - Dries Van Noten went back to doing what he does best at his runway show Sunday, Oct. 4, in Paris - colorful prints, ethnic fabrics, modern attitude and a sense that women should be polished but never stiff in their dress.
Stewart Copeland and Sting get along great. Really. OK, the Police's drummer and bassist may have argued from time to time. Perhaps even ferociously. But, as he writes in his new book, "Strange Things Happen" (HarperStudio), "We have discovered that we can be good friends -- as long as no one mentions music."
Barrett continues to be a danger to Andrews and "a danger to other women," Assistant U.S. Attorney Steven Grimes told a judge Source: FOXNews.com | 5 Oct 2009 | 5:48 am
Days after admitting to having sexual affairs with his female staffers, David Letterman apologized to his wife during a taping of his late-night show Monday, according to a report from RadarOnline.com Source: FOXNews.com | 5 Oct 2009 | 5:36 am
The original Monty Python team: Michael Palin, Terry Jones, Eric Idle, Terry Gilliam and John Cleese at the opening of "Monty Python's Spamalot" in New York City, 2005. Monty Python's Flying Circus, the... Source: RSS feed - channel BNImagesEnter | 5 Oct 2009 | 5:18 am
Enough about the other woman—or women, as it turns out. David Letterman now needs to turn his attention to the woman.
The Late Show host, who launched a thousand editorials last...
Why is Jon Gosselin acting like such a jerk, shutting down his own show and saying such horrible things about the mother of his children?
—PDen, Ocala, FL, via the Answer B!tch...
Think David Letterman is the only talk show host who's willing to address rumors of sex in the television workplace?
Then you need to spend more time with Chelsea Handler, because...
Nicole Richie's lucky she didn't have any babies on board.
The celebutante is nursing what appear to be minor injuries after her Range Rover was dinged by a pursuing...
Eddie Cibrian's ex-wife Brandi Glanville took a break from her divorce drama with a girls-only getaway to Vegas this weekend.
Although it was technically Tao and Lavo's...
DJ AM's show lives in the wake of his death.
With the network already figured to be heading in this direction, MTV confirmed Monday that it will be airing the eight-part documentary...
Be still our hearts—Jim and Pam (John Krasinski and Jenna Fischer) are tying the knot in almost three days! And really, what more is there to say? We've given you all of the juicy little...
We've got the dish on Bree Buckley's bad intentions on Gossip Girl. (Did you really think she was as good as she seemed?) Plus, read on to find out which couple is due for some devastating...
Top Chef: Bravo has announced a season-seven renewal for superamazing cooking-competition series Top Chef. And yes, we are mostly doing this item so we can post a photo of Bryan and Michael...
When we last saw Best Day Ever, Mike Britt and the other castaways were trying to set off the Jughead bomb to prevent Jon and Kate Gosselin from ever meeting in the future. Well, it was something along those lines. Anyway, we are pleased to announce that Best Day Ever RETURNS tomorrow night at 11pm on VH1. Once again, host Mike Britt will bring you the day’s best moments from TV and elsewhere this Tuesday through Friday night. 
