In Tyler Perry’s morning, Tyler Perry feeds an infant, helps a 4-year-old brush his teeth and savors some gluten-free toast with avocado in a Dumbo office—all while recovering from dental surgery. This may sound like the set-up for a hit film, but in fact it’s just a regular day in the life of Tyler Perry: executive, wife, mother and more.
Yes, this Tyler Perry is a woman. She is not that Tyler Perry, the prolific and ubiquitous entertainer whose latest project, Tyler Perry’s A Madea Christmas, hits theaters next week.
“Believe it or not, I didn’t know who Tyler Perry was before I got married,” said Tyler Perry, 36. “I think it was the first trip we took with my new I.D., and a person at the airport just couldn’t get over it.”
A single piece of fossilized dinosaur poop rests on a shelf in a dilapidated shack in Brooklyn. The poop costs $25, and it’s just one of several odd items for sale at Frank Traynor’s curiosity shop, known as the Perfect Nothing Catalog, which is now situated in the backyard of a gallery in Bushwick and mostly sells handmade objects by artists Mr. Traynor admires.
“The nation—the world—has agreed that they’d rather give up their privacy than be censored,” film director Hal Hartley told the Transom as we waited for seats at the low-key Greenwich Village brasserie Bar Six. He added, “The president, a couple of years ago, talked about how children have such a totally different kind of awareness of their sexuality and access to a level of perversion that was unknown to grown-ups 30 years ago.”
How did we get on this topic? Oh, yeah, the Internet.
It was the night before Halloween, and spooks of all stripes were gathered at the Highline Ballroom to hear the comedy stylings of a familiar voice—that of Alex Borstein, who plays Lois Griffin on Family Guy. Of all the costumed guests who had shown up for “What’s So Bloody Funny?” a comedic benefit event for the National Hemophilia Foundation, the Transom’s award for best getup went to a black guy dressed as Walter White, one of the more cerebral Breaking Bad references we’d see this year.
“Hopefully we won’t go down as the last season in the Golden Age of Television,” laughed Lizzy Caplan at the Thursday night screening of her new Showtime drama, Masters of Sex. Along with her co-star, Michael Sheen, the actress stood in the foyer of the Morgan Library & Museum greeting Cinema Society guests who came to the premiere.
Scott Lipps has been a busy man. Not only has the founder of One Management spent the last year representing models such as Petra Němcová, Poppy Delevingne, Bar Refaeli, Helena Christensen and Claudia Schiffer, but he has also expanded his music division and gone on tour with Courtney Love’s band, during which time he played in Europe to an audience of 60,000. That’s in addition to his regular vacations to exotic locales like St. Bart’s, the class he took in soufflé making, his weekly Interview magazine blog and, oh yes, his new book, Poplipps: Plus One, which hit shelves this week.
Though his character’s nickname sounds a bit like an X-rated Bond villain, actor Pablo Schreiber is proud of the role he plays on Jenji Kohan’s new Netflix jailhouse show, Orange Is the New Black. Sure, he might play the most irredeemable jerk with facial hair since Snidely Whiplash, but the handsome 35-year-old actor (and half brother of Liev Schreiber) still finds himself waxing philosophical when it comes to his portrayal of George “Pornstache” Mendez.
On an unseasonably cold Saturday afternoon, rogue taxidermy diva Divya was setting up scalpels, Borax and a table of colorful items at the prop warehouse-cum-event space Acme Studio in Brooklyn. If it weren’t for the animal heads on the wall, we may have been more disturbed when Divya brought out the day’s “project”: dead mice, ready to be turned into art.
But the strangest plot twist of the day was yet to come: At 6:30 p.m., when most people were still putting the finishing touches on their dead mouse tableaux—a gynecologist named Jerry had created a gruesome/cute doctor mouse who was performing his own internal surgery—the class was ushered out. Acme began to transform into something resembling an old-timey mental institution, complete with working hospital gurneys and what looked to be a genuine gynecologic table. (No word from Jerry on this.)
Boys of Girls
World-renowned concert pianist and painter Chau-Giang Thi Nguyen, known to her friends as Coco, spent last Wednesday morning running around her gigantic two-floor apartment in Soho preparing for an “artist showing” that was to be held in her honor that evening at the BoConcept store on Greene Street. There, the walls were being covered with the Vietnamese-born artist’s paintings: bright splashy watercolors, some of which had already been bought by the litany of notable New York names that make up the 37-year-old’s inner social circle.
“I’m having all my friends wear traditional Vietnamese dresses made by my friend Duc Hung,” Coco told the Transom, motioning to her own walls, where the exotic gowns hung like art. Mr. Hung himself sat quietly nearby, an old friend from the Hanoi School of Music and Fine Arts, where Coco studied from age 8. (It was still the morning, so Coco was in daytime Missoni.)
“We’re collaborating on an underwater opera as well,” she said, while Mr. Hung smiled bashfully. This type of collaboration is not unusual for Coco, who runs her home like a cultural salon for all types of creatives, from gallery owners and tech entrepreneurs to celebrities and artists.
Out of all the actors on Girls, that HBO show that has attracted the same kind of specific, rabid New Yorker-type fan base as Sex and the City [ed. note: see our front-page story], Alex Karpovsky is the most visible. That’s not to say he’s more famous than Lena Dunham. But unlike the show’s creator, he gets around quite a bit. The National Book Awards, N+1 parties, Cinema Society premieres–the man who plays the caustic, anti-social Ray on premium cable is in real life quite the butterfly of the New York literary and film scene.
And his fans aren’t always those you might expect.