A newly redesigned WWD.com had us giddy enough. But an article about Radar's third incarnation? It's like giving bread to the bread line: good news for everyone! Because like Maer Roshan and questionable numbers of bathroom trips during lunch, you just can't get enough Radar.
Radar is joining the socialite craze and taking a shot at tabloids like Us Weekly with the feature "Socialites Are Just Like Us!" in its first issue of its third incarnation (but with new investors). Yet, while Us Weekly captures stars in random moments, such as Ben Affleck making his way through an airport security line at LAX, Radar's February relaunch issue devotes 10 pages to overexposed socialites appearing in staged photos.
Though it is about a week old, this gossip is the type of juice we just can't pass up. We hear that last Wednesday, Tinsley Mortimer held a chic "intimate post-dinner show" for designer and member of the New York elite Peter Som at the swanky Frederick's Lounge in Midtown. (We're sure you can imagine the scene — and yes, gagging is a completely natural reaction.)
Anways, at this event, where designer Amanda Ross and uber stylist Ann Caruso were trying to dink their Moet in peace, a ridiculously pushy PR agent, who obviously didn't know her place was with the regular people, tried to push into the private party.
An industry insider who attended the event dishes that a publicist named Amanda* from Captivante PR crashed the party. While the private event was strictly for guests of Peter Som — and this little "you can't fucking come in" policy was kindly explained to her — Amanda waited for staff to look away before entering the member's room with her crew of clients. From which she was promptly booted.
Staffers at Frederick's felt kind of terrible for the "tacky publicist" and, reportedly, proceeded to throw two bottles of champagne at her, setting her crew up in a room where "the public" is allowed to chill. Fredericks even picked up the tab. But Miss Amanda apparently doesn't stop being a bitch when loaded with free bubbly.
After being presented with a comped bill for over 500 dollars, she and her guests left a fistful of crumpled singles amounting to 17 dollars. The manager on duty was so dismayed he paid cash out of his own pocket to his waitstaff to make up for the pr person's gaff.
See, we don't care about pissing off the Tins (in fact, we were a little impressed at first). But throwing a crumpled $17 bucks at the waitstaff? That's just disgusting.
*A Google local search points to Amanda Moore, but the contact info for Captivante is less easy to pin down. Have insider info? Send to tips@jossip.com.
• Russell Crowe is not a big talker. He just nods when you ask him questions. He has to save his energy for attacking bellboys. [Page Six]
• Now that his career is completely demolished, Tom Cruise is sorry he suggested it would have been better for Brooke Shields to kill her kids than go on meds. [People]
• Lindsay Lohan needs a good whippin'. And William H. Macy is just the guy to give it to her. (Oh keep it in your pants you vixens.) [People]
• Fucking kill us. Society Girls? What, Gastineu Girls and Rich Girls wasn't enough? Plus, aren't we all just about done with the Tins? [Lowdown]
• Hey, play by the Entourage code or get burned. That's the rules. If you refuse to come on his show, Mark Wahlberg will make you pay. [Gatecrasher]
Everybody makes mistakes. Even the home to shake-downs, DUIs, and crazy emailing rants, Page Six, makes a mistake now and again. Like when they labeled Tinsely Mortimer's photo yesterday Tinsley Martinez instead. Oops!
Well, the folks over at Gawker thought it was funny (and it more or less was) to point out how wrong that "nobody deserves this kind of ethnicity." Actually, their exact quote was,
To fuck up a fancy white girl by slapping some brown on her? Oh hell no.
Of course, it was meant in jest. We're sure they didn't really mean to offend anyone other than the uppity milk-skinned people who would rather die than be called anything that ends in "ez." The problem is, the girl she's standing next to, Fabiola Beracasa isn't Italian or some other more ethnic version of white. She's Latina.
The only big glitch of their own is that Fabiola Beracasa, the glamorous girl posing with Tinsley in the picture is Spanish-speaking, Venezuelan bred society leader. Not only does she proudly bear that ethnicity, she’s powerfully climbing on our list, currently at grand #4.
Hmm, you think maybe Bercasa is one of the select few who would not only deserve but embrace "that type of ethnicity?" And one would inherently think that if Page Six couldn't fathom a high society party where a Mortimer and a Beracasa could coexist, you'd think they'd have renamed the Spanish one Berger or something.
Gawker Confuses Ethnicities [Social Rank]
