In the basement boiler room of the celebrity-industrial complex, burned by its machinery but still pulling the levers, is a man named Rob Shuter.
A former top publicist, with a glittering roster of clients that included Jennifer Lopez, Diddy, Bon Jovi, Alicia Keys and more, Mr. Shuter was fired from Dan Klores Communications (DKC) in 2007 after a string of missteps involving Paris Hilton, Britney Spears and Jessica Simpson. Not all of them were his fault, but it didn’t matter. The writing was on the wall, as blogs and newspapers had already begun to depict him as a tabloid villain—the archetypal lying publicist, whose infamy overshadowed his clients.
It was publicly messy, but Mr. Shuter landed on his feet. Following a stint at OK magazine, he launched the Naughty But Nice column for AOL/Huffington Post (now published on his own website). And now he is reinventing himself once again, taking his online gossip personality to the TV screen.
Fashion Week Observed
It was Wednesday, more than a week into the biannual cocktails-and-couture marathon. And though there’s still one more night, the bash for Olivier Zahm’s ultra hip magazine seemed like the grande finale. Read More
The stupidest question I ever asked was at a dinner party at a rambling summerhouse in East Hampton.
We were seated at a long, white-washed barnwood table with matching Louis XV salon chairs—an expensive take on “shabby chic” that was underscored by the jacketed household staff who could be glimpsed through the kitchen door. Surrounding me Read More
This is one of those cases where no one comes out looking good: a cab driver in New York thought it was his lucky day when Paris Hilton flagged him down, and seeing an opportunity to make a couple extra bucks, secretly recorded her entire conversation with a friend to sell to TMZ. Classy! Of course, if the heiress had just been discussing her latest perfume line, or the singularity, or how much money she plans on donating to the Tesla Science Museum (you know, normal Paris Hilton things), than the guy would have gone home empty-handed, like sleazeball citizen paparazzi deserve to.
Unfortunately, Ms. Hilton was interrupted in her meditation of quantum physics by her friend, who brought up the gay men friend finder, Grindr. “Gay guys are the horniest people in the world … they’re disgusting,” Ms. Hilton said, according to TMZ, which obtained the tape, obviously. Unfortunately, the quote continues.
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.
The Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show — an enormous, loud and lavish no-holds-barred explosion of sex and skin, wholly and unapologetically resplendent, soaked in excess, overflowing with sequins, feathers, technicolor stripes and oceans of fuchsia-tangerine blast-lighting — took place last night at the 69th Regiment Armory last night.
“Welcome to Club Victoria,” a voice echoed over Read More
Miss Hilton (at least we think that’s her) is riding shotgun in a car in Las Vegas, “driving around while smoking marijuana,” when a cackling police officer pulls her over. Paris then goes to the bathroom to presumably dispose of a baggie of cocaine, but the authorities find the drugs and arrest her. NMA Read More
In the days and weeks leading up to Monday, Jan. 4, when the Wilshire police responded to an emergency call at the Los Angeles home of Casey Johnson, the heiress seemed to be doing well: planning a move back to New York, buying a new car and, according to sources, ready to return to rehab. Read More
Manhattan’s Downtown Armory normally reeks of sweaty atheletes.
On Wednesday, May 27, the place smelled of “Fairy Dust”—that is, Paris Hilton‘s signature perfume—and a mix of myriad other scents at the Fragrance Foundation’s 37th annual “FiFi” awards ceremony, where designer Marc Jacobs was awarded Hall of Fame honors.
Among the Read More
Over the past year or so, several young, attractive Brits that go by the lovely name Poppy have surfaced in New York society. Herewith, our weekly guide to keeping all the Poppys straight.
Tamara Feldman is not a real Poppy. She just plays one on TV.
Ms. Feldman portrays the uptown socialite—or Read More