Updated: An earlier edition of this item suggested that Ms. Hilton was at the club at the time of the assault. She was in Las Vegas, celebrating her birthday and winning a lot of money. The New York Observer apologizes for the error.
Today’s biggest headline in the New York Post wasn’t about Jeremy Lin or Cardinal Tim Dolan. How refreshing! Instead, the story of the day is about a spat at the Meatpacking Club Double Seven club on Saturday night, between former owner of Hawaiian Tropic Zone, Adam Hock, and a group of very young adults with very old money. The night ended with a sprained shoulder for Mr. Hock and an alleged broken jaw for 24-year-old Prince Pierre Casiraghi, the grandson of Grace Kelly. Mr. Hock is now being charged with four counts of third-degree assault.
Fights between socialites and bar owners are usually relegated to Page Six. So how did Emily Smith‘s team make Saturday’s punch-up front page news? The answer might lay in a throw-away reference to the rest of the prince’s posse.
Shortly after meeting The Observer in the lobby of the Ace Hotel last Wednesday, Dhiraj Arora—who is the owner of the spice company Arora Creations Inc., but is perhaps better known for losing his temper and a good portion of his clothing one wild night at the Four Seasons Hotel—offered up a sly word of warning.
“The last woman who tried to profile me was an editor at Trace magazine,” Mr. Arora said. The editor had overseen a 2007 article in the magazine called “Delhi Rising,” which profiled several successful South Asian Americans. A cover story on Mr. Arora was considered, he said, “but she was eventually like, ‘Yo, D., I can’t keep up with you!’” The two ended up dating, a whirlwind romance that saw the duo jetting around the globe. That was the last time Mr. Arora truly felt he was in love.
We were a little unclear about just what this disclosure had to do with us, until the handsome 36-year-old asked if we were currently seeing anyone. We were. Did our significant other treat us right? Did he take us all over the world? Well, as a matter of a fact, he did.
“That’s really great,” Mr. Arora replied effusively.
Several weeks ago, we reported on the oft-heard rumor that if you are lucky enough to catch the Yankee shortstop Derek Jeter‘s penis and put it inside you, you would go home the next morning with a gifting suite worth of goodies. (Including but not limited to a signed baseball! How very Freudian.) The best part of all? There wasn’t a cap on how many times you could pull the one-night-stand move on Mr. Jeter, since he apparently has the memory of a goldfish when it comes to the women he’s bedded.
Sorry ladies, but your free ride is officially over.
We were wondering what the story was behind the Lindsay Lohan checkpoints at the Dream Downtown earlier this week during the Marc Jacobs party, but were satisfied with the answer that LiLo’s tanty at the V Magazine event the night before was the reason for her Dream-ban.
Page Six tells a much more sordid story of Ms. Lohan’s relationship with the hotel…and its owner Vikram Chatwal, with who she’s been photographed kissing (and has possibly moved in with?), apparently unaware that Mr. Chatwal’s estranged wife Priya Sachdev would be coming back from India this week.
How much longer must city gossips repent for the sins of failed extortionist Jared Paul Stern?
Ever since the Daily News reported that Mr. Stern solicited $220,000 from billionaire Ron Burkle in exchange for protection from nasty Page Six items, the Post has come down hard on anything that could be perceived as pay-for-play. Read More
Page Six reports that Anna Wintour is planning to publish a memoir about her years at Vogue, a rite of passage undergone by her predecessors Diana Vreeland and Grace Mirabella. While representatives for the editor deny Ms. Wintour’s plans to write a memoir, the Page Sixers do cite recent instances of Ms. Wintour Read More
It’s Friday and it’s Scandal Report, people! It’s also Sundance season, so this week Page Six and Gatecrasher holed up in Park City to write up any and all celebrity dalliances with the wild, the hot, and the juicy. And there were enough parties to give them all the dirt they needed. Hold on: there Read More
The Golden Globes are perhaps the most superficial of high-profile award shows. They are almost transparently so — the winners are honored, yes, but everyone’s in on the charade. The awards go to some people but not others and everyone smiles and claps. The Golden Globes, then, are really just an excuse to play dress Read More
The New York Post has an item today about a seemingly unimportant rich person who lives in the East Village. The reason for his inclusion in the standard-bearing gossip column is less due to his own exploits — though he is, like, a millionaire or something — and more to his girlfriend’s. Her Read More
Yes, the bitter cold days of late January are all about us, here in New York. The idea of walking daunts us. We’re hopping around half-frozen puddles of toxic slush. Nothing — gloves, socks, scarves — can keep us as warm as we want to be. At times there is no end in sight.
Well, Read More