By Laura L. Griffin 9/10/12 4:25pm

Fashion Week

Screengrab. From left: Andrew Warren, TK, Peter Brant II, and TK Gruber.

Watch Boytoys Peter Brant, Jr. and Nick Gruber Perform Karaoke at Chez André [Video]

Friday, opening night at pop-up club Chez André at The Standard, East Village, found teenage dandy Peter Brant II and ex-porn star Nick Gruber, who was apparently taking a night off from writing a book and developing a TV show about his two-year relationship with Calvin Klein, on stage. The duo, joined at the mic by Andrew Warren and model Serena Marron, sang and mumbled their way through a live-band karaoke rendition of “Born to Be Wild.” We have the video evidence. Arguably, it is the best version of the song ever performed. Arguably!

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By Foster Kamer 5:57pm

Wow

The Brant Brothers

The Ten Best Lines from the Thursday Styles Profile of the Brant Brothers, ‘The New Princes of the City’

Peter Brant is the owner of Brant Publications, which makes him the publisher of Interview Magazine, which was started by Andy Warhol. He also makes lots of money doing other things, like collecting art. His wife—who he almost got a divorce with, and then, reconciled with—is supermodel Stephanie Seymour, who was in the “November Rain” video. He had three children with her. Two of them were profiled by the New York Times for tomorrow’s Thursday Styles section.

Without further ado, here are the ten best lines, removed from their context, without commentary*: 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