Yesterday, it was my turn to meet the Page Six Magazine team for a photo shoot at the ever popular Angels & Kings. Our “tribe” consisted of Liam McMullan, Shaggy, Myself, and…Izzy Gold, (who when asked just what he was trying to do told me “I just want to give people something to believe in.” Who can argue with that?) The highlight of the day was getting my hair and makeup done. I always marvel at the hair and makeup artists, each one perfecting his/her craft along the way.
Quest Magazine came out with their Quest 400 list this issue. Originally the “400″ represented the number of guests Mrs. Astor could fit into her ballroom, today it is a list of the names of the people who are the most influential to our society. Except this year it contains over 1,300 names-as the magazine made sure to include all of its advertisers. [City File]
Go HERE to see the entire magazine in digital form.
From: hamptons.guestofaguest.com:
While I lived in Paris, Gawker’s urbane travel site Gridskipper was my bible, a somewhat snarky, vastly knowledgeable guide to all things unFrommered. When I left, my brain was crammed not with french, but with the French, and where they allez-y-ed for the most tolerable free bar meals, scenic public sexcapades, sludgiest chocolat chaud… tidbits that I’d eagerly pass on to future expats. When I came back to New York, Gridskipper again rose to the occasion, though I relied on it less.
Our good friend, Holly GoNightly over at BlackBook Magazine has just done a piece on their website titled “Hamptons Undercover”. She interviewed Marketing Guru, Susan Shin; Internet guru Tatiana Platt; and…me. I was the novice. Obvi. But I was still honored to be included and am, like her, excited for the Hamptons Undercover (the new exclusive website) party tonight.
Go HERE for the full interview.
Mark Seliger photographed Hollywood’s newest hot young things—Gossip Girls, Jonas Brothers, and Apatow apostles—for Vanity Fair’s August Issue.
So, who made the cover of the Next Wave?
Amanda Seyfried, Emma Roberts, Blake Lively, and Kristen Stewart.
One of our great American traditions, aside from self-imposed Slurpee headaches, is prom. Just the whisper of taffeta brushing against a fresh pair of Dyeables gets high school students in the mindset for the most anti-climactic yet quintessential teenage experience. Now, the Wall Street Journal reports that the Brits want a piece of the punch-drenched action. Derided as a “ghastly import” to England’s shores, the arrival of American prom is attributed to shows like the O.C. and American Pie, which would mean that our entertainment exports aren’t released in Europe until a good five years have past because they’re both laughably beyond relevance at this point.
Looks like they’ve moved on to Cribs for their social cues:
Of course, leave it to the lawyer to write about something she heard on NPR. Nope, no glamorous parties here. But second best to glitz and glam, at least in my world, is NPR’s All Things Considered, which is currently running a profile on Erik Satie, French composer and pianist.
Visit NPR to enjoy two of Satie’s “haunting melodies,” performed by guitarists Jonathan Stone and Adrian Bond. Then, if you can stomach any more excitement, listen to Andrea Seabrook’s recitation of Satie’s absurdist lyrics in Yachting. Finally, if you’ve done all of that, consider yourself educated and go do something extra-hedonistic to compensate for today’s extra ounce of virtue.
[Image via Daily News]
Have you ever opened a newspaper (or in my case, visited the website) and skimmed some of the articles and wondered to yourself, “What is going ON at that publication?” Today, Daily News, I”m looking at you. First, I read the blurb for Jo Piazza”s column: “What”s your limit, ladies? It”s just bad publicity for women everywhere when Hillary Clinton and Dina Matos McGreevey keep perpetuating the stereotype that our gender doesn”t know when to bow out gracefully.” Sure. Because men never behave badly in a public fashion they just get different press. And I wasn”t aware of the stereotype that women don”t know how to bow out gracefully. But I digress. Then I went to the lifestyle section where there is an article on prenups, and the headline reads: N.Y. women like Carrie need a prenup in case of a Big, messy divorce.
So maybe you”ve heard by now, but Governor Paterson has slipped a policy regarding gay marriage under the noses of state legislators and now the right wing is NOT HAPPY. The governor singlehandedly passed a directive that makes state agencies honor same-sex marriages performed outside of the state of New York where gay marriage is not legal—and everyone else found out two weeks later. Umm….!!!
[Photo via Gothamist]
Around 8:30 this morning, the AP began reporting about ANOTHER crane collapse on the East Side, at 91st and 1st Avenue. This follows the crane collapse that killed seven people two months ago on 52nd and 2nd Avenue, which now leaves less confidence than ever with New York”s adherence to construction codes, particularly on the East Side. (And the collapses seem to be creeping closer and closer to my apartment, which also does not inspire confidence with all the luxury condo buildings going up in the area, which was bad enough in guaranteeing the near-constant skull-numbing noise of jackhammering.)

[Photo via Catwalk Queen]
It seems that Andy Warhol has been all over the city lately, more so than usual, from Gap ads to New York springtime fragrances, to not just one but TWO of his former townhouses going on sale. New Yorkers just do not want to let Andy rest in peace, especially not Interview magazine. This weekend, we came across these photos of Marc Jacobs channeling Andy Warhol on the next cover issue, the first issue since Ingrid Sischy exited the masthead. They”re even flying Andy”s wig from the Midwest to Paris. (Wonder if the wig has a handler.) So what is with magazines doing this whole former pop icon revival on the cover lately?
OK OK. I”ll admit to the douchbagery of it all. I kinda like, ok ok, I really like Vice Magazine. I like the way the authors shit on things from people, to music, to ideas, to themselves. I like all the scantily clad American Apparel ads on the viceland.com site, and I like the way that when Vice champions an artist (be them musical or otherwise), they do their best to blow them up, give them a little well needed and well placed publicity in the form of, say of video documentary of them practicing in their space or something like that.