Having just became the latest Jew family to own a New York newspaper, the next step in media bubble entree is showing your face around town. And that's what the new New York Observer owner is doing. Jared Kusher suddenly became the main event at last night's premiere of Factotum – well, Details coverboy Matt Dillon was there too – so we grabbed photog Matthew Krautheim and stalked Kush from red carpet to after party.

After two hours of watching Dillon drink himself half to death, the media posse (which included AMI chief David Pecker) were inspired to open a bottle of scotch and drink till the booze was gone — which may explain why Lloyd Grove went home to get drunk in peace, while the rest of us flocked across town to the after party at BLVD.

It was only a 19 hour wait for the free booze before we could bathe ourselves in copies of last week's Observer. Fishbowler Dylan Stableford stopped by but lost interest once he realized there were no drunken gossips to videotape. Once inside, we realized our encounters with Marisa Tomei and Matt Dillon were destined to be limited to snapping paparazzi-like photos — though we did manage to back Kushner in a corner.

He asked us what blogging was like ("Do you sit on your couch in your underwear? No, I'm not trying to picture it or anything.") and we asked him if his real estate ties were going to impact the Observer's gossipy coverage of his fellow moguls ("I'm not going to have much of a hand in the editorial aspects of the paper."). We would've delved further, but he had to duck out. (Something about a new job and needing to get some sleep … we couldn't really follow.)

Alas, like good writers, celebs, and New Yorkers, everyone was hammered by midnight — surely depressed over the reminder that scribes' lives are pathetic and a 25-year-old can buy and sell them for fun. Ah, well, like we said, the booze was free.

Our photo tale begins, after the jump.


Matt Dillon showed up with this lass, whose name we couldn't find. Which begs the question: Real girlfriend, or girlfriend for hire?

We tried to catch Kush with a drink in his hand … all we could capture was this loyal bottle of Poland Spring. What're the over-unders that Scocca's got him on the sauce in four months?

They thought they were in Dr. 90210's waiting room. We didn't have the heart to tell them otherwise.

Actor Evan Hart and his friend tried to tell us they were with the band. There was no band.

Her Observer is hotter than your Observer.

He may have been mixing tracks, but we caught him adding friends to his MySpace page in between checking his Gmail.

This party wasn’t all media nerds. There were a few hundred IFC people there, too.

Being face to face with Lili Taylor is exciting. Thrilling. Exasperating. Easily the most memorable event of a lifetime. Can't you tell?

Everyone is happier with a drink in their hand. Give them a free drink, and you get … this.

Now that he’s knocked a few back, Matt Dillon is much more comfortable flashing his sexy face. If he were Christian Slater, there would've been more than one octogenarian with a grabbed ass.

Should she tell Marisa that she's seen My Cousin Vinnie exactly 288 times? Nah.

Walking the red carpet in sunglasses? Who does Marisa Tomei think she is? Ashley Olsen?

However, she would appreciate it if this little runt didn't try to park his scooter near her strappy sandals.

Jared Kushner prepares to find out what Choire Sicha will be like in 10 years.

Matt Dillon is nearly almost positive he's supposed to be here.

Don't be destracted by the older, important looking people. That's NYO gold you're lookin' at.

No, this is not Jeffrey Epstein's wingman looking for new massage therapists.

He's just glad this isn't another book party.

Producers were given clear instructions: Only hand the mic to dudes with Jack and cokes in their hands.

It wouldn't be BLVD without the double-fisting B&T types.

"The Observer? What's that? We hear Matt Dillon's brother Kevin is here, and we just love that Entourage show."