Posts Tagged ‘Gansevoort Hotel’

The inconvenient things that happen to world famous actor’s sons who are craving their next fix.

By Scallywag • Aug 11th, 2009 • Category: Savage Predator

Can I at least keep one of the nineteen bags? Pretty please.
 
Oh boy, the drama made for life but we imagine somewhere along the line daddy Michael Douglas will have to laugh and turn the horror show into a PG rated film about tortured sons got hairier today when tortured son Cameron under house arrest [...]



Garden of ONO- the mark of a DIVA.

By Scallywag • Jul 13th, 2009 • Category: Nightlights

If one is to carefully consider the meaning of the word ‘DIVA,’ they will eventually come to the realization that in it’s strictest sense the word refers to a ‘distinguished female singer, usually in the opera arts.’ On the other hand if one pays careful attention to the common verbiage in hip, languorous, and so [...]



Matt Assante- the man of the moment. At the Gansevoort…

By Scallywag • Jun 22nd, 2009 • Category: Nightlights

Before you even arrive on the penthouse floor you know just by looking around you something diabolical and wonderful is going to happen. Standing there with an array of starlets, high heeled fashion models and the German rap singer (we kid you not…) in the elevator you already sense that this evening you are going [...]



Matt Assante Blows it all away…

By Scallywag • Jun 1st, 2009 • Category: Nightlights

If anyone has had the pleasure of spending their afternoons smashing their brain cells to champagne, rubbing their oil slicked backs up against a cavernous boom box (not to mention another oil slicked body, the type of course you only wish was around when you needed it) and squinting their eyes along an azure Mediterranean [...]



St.Tropez finally arrives in Manhattan.

By Natalie Fasano • Jun 1st, 2009 • Category: Nightlights

This Saturday, I found myself at the Gansevoort Hotel for the launch of their summer rooftop bikini brunch party, and the first hint I had of the impending mayhem above was at the door.  Tim, the true New York gatekeeper,  (courtesy of Puff Daddy and Southside’s James Willis) made us wait outside for some minutes, [...]