After the Democratic National Convention, Google and Vanity Fair will team up for a joint invite-only party. Google wants in because it's trying to push its suite of web tools on to the political savvy. Vanity Fair wants in because it can get stars like Ben Affleck to show up to play Rock Band while giving Graydon Carter new editor's letter material.
Are you a homosexual person living in New York City who would like to associate with other homosexual persons who probably have fancier business cards than you? Then join, ahem, "Patrick McMullan, Peter Davis, Michael Musto, Sam Bolton, Scott and Naem, Chuck Attix, Timo Weiland, Mark Warfel, Sparrow, Juliano De Rossi, Eric Spear, Will Wikle, and Alan Rish" for their event "Angels & ____," an event that could only be made more aggravating than including a period or other unnecessary punctuation. "This is the most omfg glam gay party of each and every month," says co-co-co-co-co-host Kristian Laliberte. "So if you don't come I can only surmise you are watching a repeat of Kim Kardashian's less than stellar performance co-hosting the red carpet at the teen choice awards last night."
On West 55th Street Tuesday night, deejay and Lindsay Lohan paramour Samantha Ronson could be spotted chatting on her cell phone amidst a swarm of paparazzi. It helped that Lohan was spotted entering and exiting the Peninsula Hotel with Ronson already. But last night, the celebrity spinster was upstairs, at the the top of the Peninsula and Salon de Ning, the new rooftop lounge, which opened two weeks ago and is named after Shanghai socialite Madame Ning, and played host to Men.Style.com's Women of Fashion party. In between biting her nails and receiving guests, Ronson played music while folks like Dolce & Gabbana's Ali Wise, designer Tara Subkoff, Earnest Sewn's Eleanor Ylvisaker, and stylist Natasha Royt were honored, which for all intents and purposes means they were photographed surrounded by guests drinking Veuve Clicquot or Grey Goose concoctions. It was a beautiful evening. The air was clear. The temperature very moderate. And were it not for the two guys who busted out a bowl and began lighting up on one of the outdoor balconies, it would've smelled nice, too.
Lloyd Grove wasn't the only gossip causing stares at Fox News' White House Correspondents Dinner. That honor goes to the Boston Globe Mark Shanahan, who, the Boston Herald gleefully points out, was 800 thread count sheets to the wind. CONTINUED »
Cindy Adams, who publishes her column by stringing together press releases and the parts of the day when she's conscious, brings us news of Tuesday night's party opening the Tribeca Film Festival, thrown by Vanity Fair, which has had blue balls ever since Graydon Carter canceled the Oscar party. No-need-for-first-names Seinfeld, Gandolfini, von Furstenberg were there, as were L. David, A. Huffington, H. Weinstein, and R. De Niro. So what, besides the guest list, did the uninvited miss? CONTINUED »
Inside at last night's party celebrating the opening of John Varvatos inside the shuttered CBGB's space, celebs like Sid Vicious (as a cardboard cut-out), Joan Jett, and Randy Jones enjoyed cocktails with Varvatos himself.
Outside: These guys.
Last night Keith Kelly, and all those other Kellys, held court at Michael's for their annual Kelly Gang fundraiser. This year they were donating funds to the Krabbe Disease-focused Hunter's Hope Foundation, founded by Football Hall of Famer Jim Kelly and his wife Jill for their son, Hunter.
It was St. Patrick's day, which meant lots of wearing green, stepdancing, and drinking, though that last one would've happened with or without the holiday. Publicists arrived in crowds, all there, as one publicist put it, to pay homage to and curry favor with the Post columnist. Receiving lines are cute.
A dapper Rick Stengel, Time's editor, took our drink order, but it took Time Inc. publicist Betsy Burton's wrangling for us to get it. Keith Kelly's hair had been cut recently; at least one of his kids was running around in a "Kelly" jersey. Kent Brownridge wanted to talk about a certain dragon tattoo story; new bride and Hearst publicist Alexandra Carlin did not.
New York's Jesse Oxfeld explained his birthday plans. In Touch's Dan Wakeford delivered punchlines in his British accent. Genre editor Neal Boulton shared quality time and sweet nothings with former Star editor Joe Dolce, who was all smiles and says he's working on something big but can't say what. (NB: Every unemployed person says that.) New Freud Communications queenpin Lisa Dallos tossed around bread rolls with Ron Perelman's rep Chris Taylor. Us Weekly chief Janice Min looked like she just stepped off the Photoshop screen of her photo chief (that's a compliment).
And then, toward the end of the evening, when AMI editorial director Bonnie Fuller made her too-late-to-be-fashionable entrance, Min was suddenly absent from the table she had been sitting at. She could be found standing toward the back of the restaurant, engaged in conversation. With someone else.
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SUPER BOWL'S SUPER EVENTS A run down of Super Bowl parties thrown by media outlets, most of whom have little to nothing to do with football, or sports. Maxim's events chief Jordan Rothstein went upscale instead of themed; ESPN the Magazine welcomed Ludacris and 800 of their nearest and dearest. [BizBash]
Sixteen-year-old Australian Cory Worthington threw what appears to be the best house party ever while his parents were on vacation. Hundreds of kids came, his neighbors' cars got trashed and he doesn't seem contrite at all.
Suddenly, all the socializing we did in high school seems even lamer than before.
RESIDUAL EFFECTS Okay, so you won't have to set your TiVo to record the now-canceled Golden Globes, but what about the parties? [HWT]
NEW YEAR'S EYES Still haven't figured out your New Year's Eve plans? (The boss hasn't invited you to his party?) If you're a homo who (still) has a thing for Tom Cruise, try your luck scoring a walk-up ticket to Daniel Nardicio's sold-out "Un Ballo In Maschera," an Eyes Wide Shut-style nude masked ball. Well, the porn stars will be nude. [BPT]
Is Mischa Barton suffering a case of Lindsay Lohan? After getting arrested for DUI, the ex-O.C. star suddenly finds herself in a precarious situation: she's due to host a party in Vegas this New Year's Eve.
Will she be forced to call things off? A rep emails us: "We are aware of Mischa Barton's incident last night, but at present she is still expected to host the CatHouse Grand Opening at Luxor Las Vegas on December 29th. We will let you know if anything changes." Decisions, decisions.
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Last night, as we regretted not wearing a thicker coat or comfier going-out shoes, it occurred to us that going from the Gotham/Bravo launch party for The Better Half at Room Service to the College Humor "One Last Desperate Gasp of Summer" bash at an East Village dive bar was the veritable party-hopping equivalent of jumping from a hot tub into a freezing cold swimming cool.
Which is to say, an extremely disconcerting adjustment that, in time, reminded us exactly why it is that we've always hated swimming so much in the first place.
Last night, we braved the brisk autumn air for a downtown jaunt to Skylight (Hudson, between Broome and Spring) where we mingled with pretentious artsy types who feigned interest in everything from the high-ceilinged loft space to the delectable hors d'eouvres in order to give the (false) impression that they were there for some reason other than to pick up their complimentary Microsoft Zune.
And despite the fact that (a) most of the event's attendees looked like extras from the set of "Rent," (b) we overheard someone in line for the bar complain, "My stylist told me I have a small forehead!" and (c) a girl wearing a tin-foil colored hat had the audacity to audibly ridicule our plus-one's rather innocuous ballet flats, we actually managed to have ourselves a pretty good time.
We’ve seen Girl Talk live before, so news that a 22-year-old student got naked and danced so wildly he was tasered at a show at Washington University this weekend does not surprise us.
Sets for the Pittsburgh D.J. known for mixing Notorious B.I.G. and Elton John are usually just one big party. When we saw him, it seemed like half of the crowd was on stage with him dancing. But apparently taking off your clothes and getting violent with security guards is too much.
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