Velvet Roper popped by SoHo House last night for a Tribeca Film Festival treat—a bit of one-on-one with Paul Haggis, with a side of Bond flick screening. Haggis, who penned Daniel Craig’s first role as a “Double O” agent stood confidently at the front of the theater as we sipped our Vesper martini (Named Read More
How many gangsters/mafiosos/corrupt cops need to die before they realize that it is a horrifically bad decision to go mano-a-mano with renown badass Jason Statham? At what point does a bad guy watch the spine of every member of his posse turn to dust before saying: “actually, you know what, I’m good. I’m gonna sit this one out.” Read More
It all went up in smoke when Arizona Muse arrived on the arm of Jason Wu, sizzling in one of his black, gemstone numbers. It was a photog’s orgasm until a jubilant member of our entourage decided to shake shit up and rush up to Ms. Muse and place his arm around her. The two Read More
Retail(ish) wunderkinds Alexis Maybank and Alexandra Wilkis Wilson put their noodles together one more time to pen the tell all book - By Invitation Only: How We Built Gilt and Changed the Way Millions Shop, and celebrated its launch last night in the lovely home of founder and CEO Kevin Ryan.
The Observer dropped in to inspect the lemony Read More
It’s unusual to attend an event in New York that has no photographer present, and for a certain circle it’s even unusual to attend an event where you don’t know the photographer by name. But when one sees living legend Bill Cunningham snapping away—you know you’re at a good party. Last night at the Mandarin Oriental, New Yorkers For Children threw a good party (not to mention raised over half a mil for kids in foster care).
As the room filled to capacity it became clear why Bill Cunningham was here: this night was about the dresses—almost to the point of sensory overload. Read More
The Observer has been to our fair share of red carpets; some dominated by big personalities, some by hotheaded divas, some by colossal columns of man meat, however last night truly went to the dogs (in the best way possible.)
In what might be his most adorably manipulative move yet, Cinema Society’s Andrew Saffir brought Read More
Midway through a Google chat at around 5 p.m. yesterday afternoon, The Observer caught wind of the Save Venice gala, and that it would be happening that very night – an illustrious masquerade that was “un-missable,” at least in the parlance of our chat companion.
Donning our tuxedo, we rushed out the door and picked up the cheapest harlequin mask we could find at Ricky’s – we had been told the event was mask-mandatory, a remarkable understatement considering the extravagance of the oceanic costumes seen strutting about the red carpet at 583 Park Avenue. Read More
Taking our spot on the red carpet last night for the latest edition of Cinema Society, The Observer found itself giddy at the prospect of coming face to face again with French “triple threat,” as our gracious host Andrew Saffir so accurately pointed out, Melanie Laurent. Read More
Last night found the Bronx Museum crowd sneaking out of their Grand Concourse residence, and downtown to Three Sixty, to pal around with the artsy set for their annual spring gala Tuesday night . Boisterous hammer whacker CK Swett, accompanied by what we can only assume was his March Madness™ beard, was on hand to guide guests’ purse strings during a fundraising auction—an admittedly entertaining feat. Read More
As The Observer chomped our way through a hunk of filet last night at the TriBeCa Grand Hotel a rolling whisper circled around the room – apparently London’s electro-sensation Hot Chip would be manning the DJ decks in a (somewhat secretive) pop up party – another rare, yet appropriate programming treat that we’ve come to expect from the TriBeCa mainstay.
Who ever said there’s no dirty dancing on a Monday? Click through the gallery to taste the neon love. Read More