By Peter Davis 3/14 9:00am

The Eight-Day Week

To Do Thursday: Black and White and Silver

Happy Birthday to us! The New York Observer is a quarter of a century old, and publisher Jared Kushner and CEO Joseph Meyer have assembled a bonzo boldfaced lineup of NYC’s most fabulous hosts to fête the glorious occasion. Think NYO founder Arthur Carter, Marchesa designer/knockout Georgina Chapman, art kingpin Larry Gagosian, Carolina Herrera, Katie Holmes (Suri will be in bed—sorry, tabloids), Commissioner Ray Kelly, style icon Lauren Santo Domingo, Matt Lauer Read More

By Steve Huff 7/28/12 10:14am

Olympics 2012

Olympic flame (screengrab)

NBC’s Broadcast of The Olympics Opening Ceremony Was The Worst [Video]

Slumdog Millionaire director Danny Boyle crafted an epic opening ceremony for the 2012 Summer Olympics. It was filled with uniquely British pageantry, drama, great music and classically quirky humor. At least American audiences afflicted with NBC’s tape-delayed coverage of the Friday night spectacular think Mr. Boyle accomplished this. We can’t be sure, because the consensus online seems to be that NBC’s tape-delayed coverage of the Opening Ceremony was terrible. Screen Rant was pointed: Read More

By Foster Kamer 6/14/12 2:56pm

HUSTLE AND FLOW (AND PARENTING)

The Face

Highlights: Matt Lauer Gets the Pimp Hand of Manhattan’s Soccer Mom Madam on Today

If you thought the tale of Anna Gristina—the soccer mom accused of being the ruthless leader of a prostitution ring catering to wealthy, powerful clients that’s supposedly corrupted New York City’s most ostensibly incorruptible people (like the D.A.’s office)—was just a New York story, you were wrong. Matt Lauer interviewed her from Rikers Island for this morning’s Today show. Notable moments: Read More

By Elise Knutsen 5/30/12 3:09pm

Shindigger

Matt Lauer(s)

East is East: The Beginning of the Season and the Hamptons Magazine Party with Matt Lauer

The sweltering pre-summer heat has begun to settle upon our fair city. In the season during which New York’s every nook and cranny teems with sweaty tourists, true city folk gather their kaftans and swim trunks, and head for the hills. The sandy hills of Main Beach, that is.

Fetching our long-hibernating car, we were pleased to find it still filled with the detritus of last summer. A slightly deflated sunhat, a beloved pair of flip-flops, a tube of now suspect sunscreen. We smiled, remembering with sandy fondness of our time Out East. Yes, while the city has its undeniable boons, nothing can quite compare to the Talkhouse late, late on a Saturday night, nor the peculiar shock of seeing endless George Hamilton clones strolling the bucolic streets. Read More