Rather than sit on the sidelines, Shindigger decided to cash in on those silly, star-studded, booze-soaked functions thrown by corporate sponsors. Read More
John Legend is The Box. Or at least that was the prevailing view during his private performance for SCENE magazine at the infamous venue last night.
“There’s nowhere like the box,” Mercedes Pulido, president of Vendôme Macaron, said as a gymnast danced in a hoop suspended above the bar, between chandeliers and vintage pornography.
The assembled Read More
John Legend is wearing a pepperoni pizza on his left shoulder. A respectable slice—about four inches wide—pepper flakes gently sprinkled across the top, ample cheese oozing down his form-fitting black shirt.
“John, who are you wearing?”
“Pizza,” he replies.
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“What you are about to see is several of the foundation’s protégés doing what they truly love to do,” announced our host, actor and arts philanthropist Alec Baldwin, to a dignified audience at Carnegie Hall last Monday evening. We had gathered for a one-night-only concert to benefit the Lang Lang International Music Foundation, and six Read More
Every year, after being inundated by the various social responsibilities of the holiday season as well as various boisterous New Year’s soirées, the city’s movers and shakers take a perennial pause. Jet-setters dash off to the Caribbean, fashion mavens begin migrating to Milan and Paris, and socialites take to the slopes of Deer Valley and Aspen. Shindigger, your genteel stalwart, was in search of VIP action last week, but immediate options were scarce. That is, until we received a welcome “howdy” to partake in the Professional Bull Riders’ VIP schedule of events. Was Shindigger ready to exchange hefty pours of Veuve Clicquot for Pabst Blue Ribbon? Why the hell not?
On January 4, outfitted in our finest Western attire, we trotted into a clandestine palatial lounge space in the bowels of Madison Square Garden. (Yes—Shindigger does own a cowboy hat and some flannel for times such as these.) This was the Professional Bull Riders’ opening night VIP reception, hosted by model Chrissy Teigen. Top-ranked bull riders L.J. Jenkins and J.B. Mauney and NASCAR star Kyle Busch—ever the rebel, he uses his full name as opposed to rodeo-friendly initials—also made brief appearances at the opening festivities.
As we entered the dimly lit foyer of St. Bartholomew’s Church on a cold November Wednesday, there was a certain eeriness in the air: perhaps God was frowning upon Dom Pérignon’s choice of venue for a Champagne soirée. But it would seem that He soon warmed up to the idea as the party quickly accelerated into full swing, with the fizzy stuff flowing at every corner, and the suited, booted and fabulous of Manhattan supping from glasses in every alcove of the byzantine building.
The evening was sophistication itself, with the flavor of the Champagne enhanced only by a collaborative performance from soul singer John Legend and concert pianist Lang Lang. Mr. Lang told The Observer that the duo had been preparing for the brand’s “The Power of Creation” event for three days, and their hard work undeniably paid off. The pair were the toast of the evening, and happily milled around the reception, Mr. Legend looking particularly loved up with his model fiancée Chrissy Teigen.
Fashion Week 2011
Gregory Spock is used to performing librettos before rapt audiences in concert halls from Hartford to Florence. Recently, the 26-year-old has found more intimate venues within the exposed-brick walls of New York townhouses. A Roland keyboard or a baby grand to his right, a pink bow tie around his neck, a songbook in his hands—Verdi always wows `em—Mr. Spock delivers bursts of baroque beauty, all for salesmanship.
Mr. Spock joined Manhattan brokerage Rubicon Property four months ago, after receiving his broker’s license in the winter. He said his new boss liked him for his creativity, which means saving money on those showings.
“A lot of people have food or wine now, but the entertainment isn’t thought out.”
Because who isn’t lulled into signing a multi-million dollar contract by the plaintive moans of Aida?
During last decade’s real estate boom, the real estate party, usually in a newly built condo tower, was a staple of the industry. After the recession hit, nobody could much afford them. Now they seem to be hobbling back, along with the real estate market.
Jeremy Scott’s show at Milk yesterday had a lot of colors: bubblegum, magenta, tangerine, algae, ruby, soft lime, phoenix orange, neon lemonade.
By the time the designer and his crew had migrated to to Le Bain, however, the colors had drained — the crowd, sandwiched together, wore mostly black and the bar was as dark-lit Read More
Thirsty Thursday created its fair share of thrilling tweets. Now we shall enjoy them on this Summer Friday. Here we go:
- The always promotional Andy Cohen shills for his Real Housewives of D.C. series. It’s deeper than you think? Right.
- Fellow Bravo spokeswoman Alex McCord was awake till 3am Read More
“I would be a fool to sit here and tell you we didn’t have challenges,” the well-tanned real estate marketing guru Michael Shvo said Sunday, April 19, from Dubai. It was a few days after he had last seen the nearly completed, long-delayed mega-condo 20 Pine: The Collection. “Unfortunately, the problems we faced here were Read More