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!
celebrity real estate
Now that Lindsay Lohan has been kicked out of the Chateau Marmont for not paying her $46,000 bill, it is time for her to pack her bags and move Eastward. Surprisingly, the LAPD is letting her do this, despite the fact that up until yesterday she was the prime suspect in yet another jewel-swiping case. And what of The Canyons? Will no one think of The Canyons?
Just when you hoped that New York City had successfully dodged its last heat-seeking paparazzo after Los Angeles’ native Kim Kardashian left the Gansevoort, the New York Daily News is reporting that LiLo is moving to Tribeca and rooming with her assistant.
But where will she ultimately be hanging her temporary hat? We have some ideas.
off the record
On the eve of Fashion Week, style rookie-no-more Tavi Gevinson will be in town to promote a project that flaunts her little-known, nonsartorial gifts: acting and singing.
On Sunday, up-and-coming Chicago director Jonah Ansell (best known, to date, for his viral save-the-date wedding video, which was featured in Glamour) will screen his animated short film Cadaver for a select audience at The Standard East Village.
Based on a poem Mr. Ansell wrote to help his sister fulfill a creative assignment at Northwestern’s medical school, the seven-minute film, which stars Ms. Gevinson, Kathy Bates and Christopher Lloyd, is about a cadaver that comes back to life to say goodbye to his wife. When he decided to develop the story into a short film, Ms. Gevinson, a family friend of Mr. Ansell, was his first pick for the lead, a young doctor.
The Daily Transom
This how Beyoncé walks into a room: transmissions ripple through the air and into headsets of guards and PRs, who toss off clipboards, mutter back into the receiver and scuttle off to their places when in a flash a barricade of arms come into the room, fending off fans and photographers, and in the middle, Read More
Terry Richardson may have shot Mila Kunis for this month’s GQ, but the Transom saw him walking the red carpet for the actress’s casual-sex rom-com Friends With Benefits with a beautiful brunette of the totally opposite vocation. The mystery Read More
Consummate party-goer and writer Anthony Haden-Guest stood on the deck of The Standard last night having just seen the premiere of The Shoe, Andre Saraiva’s sex-filled Parisian romp with a slight footwear fetish. He was drinking a glass of red wine. It was, The Observer noted, not his first of the night.
“Let’s go Read More
Barely halfway into The Shoe, the 20-minute debut film from nightlife curator Andre Saraiva and fellow Frenchman Olivier Zahm, a young man meets a pretty girl in a Paris park scribbling in a notebook and they lock eyes and begin kissing as the music shuts off, the only sounds the clicks of teeth on teeth, Read More
At a time when many New Yorkers are pinching pennies, hotelier André Balazs is decorating the floor with them.
“Oh, fabulous!” said Mr. Balazs, 51, lending his enthusiastic two cents on Jan. 23 to a sample layout of the shiny copper coins. “That’s exciting! I love it!”
His landlord might think "the meatpacking district is about to shift 500 feet to the west" with this month’s soft opening of Andre Balazs’ hugely anticipated Standard New York, but Hotel Gansevoort owner Michael Achenbaum emails The Observer that his location is still the hub of trendiness in the neighborhood.
"In our opinion, Read More
A short, stocky man with a shopping bag full of swag sauntered up to the Hotel Gansevoort’s 15th-floor rooftop bar on Saturday afternoon. A bit wobbly and bordering on belligerent, he was wearing headphones. And yelling. A busy bartender, nonetheless, poured him another complimentary Peroni.
He said his name was Eliot Read More