Friday, January 21, 2005

A Little of the Old In and Out

In: The Kennedy's. In this age of growing Republican hegemony, the Kennedy Family is having a bit of an unexpected rennaissance. Was this coordinated through some well conceived grand master plan? Will the Kennedy's save the Democratic Party, or will they contribute to it's decline?

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As Ted Kennedy's influence in the United States Senate wanes, Bobby Kennedy Jr is mulling a run for the politically hott position of Attorney General of New York, possibly even against the seriously creepy Lord of Darkness, Andrew Cuomo; now, the awesome gossip-crimefighting duo of Rush and Molloy reveal that Anthony Shriver may run for Governor of Florida. Kennedy buzz is so red hott that even the residual effects can get you some sweet ass, or so sayeth Lloyd Grove (last item):

"Looks like pop movie director Brett Ratner can be very creative to get what he wants. Chatting with the Miami New Times about the prospect of his pal Anthony Shriver running for governor of Florida, Ratner freely confesses: 'I lost my virginity by saying I was Bobby Kennedy Jr. You can't believe how that helped me get girls in bed when I was growing up."

Gee, thanks for sharing; Robert Evans would be proud. We're sure your Jehovah's Witness girlfriend will appreciate the information, Brett.

Out: Lil Kim, Skank. Eew. Why is it that excessive plastic surgery always makes the victim appear catlike? Joan Rivers looks downright feline. This image of Lil Kim's "coochie", via Thighs Wide Shut, is definitely not safe for work. Actually, no image of Lil Kim is safe for work since she started having work done. Basta!

Mixed: Has Sundance Jumped the Shark? Excess and ambush marketing may be taking their toll on the "festival of dissent." Nowadays a journalist has to engage in a sopt of Thai kickboxing to get their own schwag bag, the competition is so fierce. Can we really call a Festival which sponsors the (exaggerated cough suggesting feigned detachment) 'Cesar Dog Food' Party, with (Averted Gaze) 'complimentary pet psychic readings' hip? Whatever. We're still rooting for Inside Deep Throat to bring home some glory, because we love the cats at WorldofWonder (good luck, guys).

In: P Diddy and Jamie Foxx. P Diddy appears to be "a courting" (as opposed to cruising?) Jamie Foxx as he has so many stars before, according to honorary black man, Roger Friedman, who writes:

"By the way, (Clive) Davis may have Foxx under contract, but it's Sean 'P. Diddy' Combs who's courting him for something. Combs came to the Golden Globes just to support Foxx, and will likely do the same at Davis's party and at the Oscars."

Hmm. You'll remember the rather dubious story that these two mutts spent $8,000 on drinks. P Diddy can get kind of stalkerish, when you think about it ... He likes to ... subtly ... position himself in between the cameras and the media's object of fascination du jour. A clever maneuver; a sort of social jiu jitsu.

Remember when he was all over Paris Hilton? He conveniently got basketball seats next to hers so that the cameras would have to shoot him when they shot her. Before that he was the third wheel with Ashton Kutscher and Demi, when they were superhott for a second. And then Usher? Think about it, whenever we crown a new celebrity top dog, Diddy is there to drape his arm around them and throw them a party, directly leeching off their fabulosity. The trick is only effective if you don't know how it works.

Out: American International Fine Art and Antique Fair. African-Americans often wonder after Caucasians and their antiquing. That significant WASP-y social phenomenon involving white people getting quietly tight on fizzy gin drinks surveying old knickknacks is kind of odd. African-Americans prefer new things. What makes for a social occasion in the purchasing of someone else's junk?

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Above: "(Through lockjaw) A black person? What's a black person? Make him stop, Muffy, he's disturbing my equilibrium"

We are only kidding, of course; just fucking with your head for the comedic effect. African-Americans are fine with the whole concept of antiquing, of the patina of the old object d'art, it's that whole garage sale thing that eludes us.

NySocialDiary writes: "The upcoming nine day fair at the Palm Beach County Convention Center (February 5-13), will open with a private Vernissage on Friday, February 4th (2 to 9pm). It is the most exclusive and luxurious fair in the country with 95 international dealers of fine art and precious items from classical antiquity through the 1960s, including ancient Greek, Roman and Egyptian masterworks, Asian and tribal art, Old Master paintings, American fine art, classic modernism, furniture, jewelry, armor, textiles, rugs, silver and ceramics; and there will be a cocktail reception during the Vernissage in honor of Lord and Lady Rothermere."

How many African-Americans do you think will show?

In: Nylon for Guys. According to Fashionweekdaily:

"Only one thing could drag the downtown crowd above 14th Street in winter: The Nylon for Guys launch party.

"Held at Flatiron hotspot Gypsy Tea (already dubbed 'The New Marquee' by night owls) the night celebrated Nylon�s newest venture, a just-for-guys version of the hallowed hipster glossy.

"Starring Jared Leto as the first cover boy, the mag brought out a hoard of party kids, celebs and slightly clueless advertisers who wandered around the two-tiered space, looking like the math team sneaking into their first frat party.

"While Mr. Leto wasn�t among the party�s Pabst swillers, the packed basement featured a crush of other celebs, from shy songwriter Ben Lee to Ashton sidekick Danny Masterson, ubiquitous DJ Steve Aoki, and of course Bijou Phillips (Corsair Ed Note: BTW: How fucking hott is Bijou Phillips? This woman soo turns me on) , who has single-handedly brought back the pashmina (she�s been spotted in three of them this week).

"... The only real snag in the evening? A pop star false alarm, when rumors of Ashlee Simpson�s arrival almost caused an evacuation. Thankfully, the acid refluxing teen (who wasn�t invited) stayed home."

What would we do without Fashionweekdaily?





1 comment:

(S)wine said...

Maybe Ratner sprung that Kennedy Jr. line on Serena. Maybe that's how he hooked up. What can these two possibly have in common? (Her desire for film stardom, and his profession....ok, never mind the question).