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Salvatore Ferragamo and Dree Hemingway give you GLAM and ATTIMO.

Oh the glamor. Last's night worldwide launch of the new Salvatore Ferragamo fragrance (or should I say parfum) ATTIMO at the Standard Hotel's newly opened Le Bain was by far one of the chicest, naughtiest...

Patti Smith belts it out for the American Folk Art Museum at Espace.

This past Saturday I had the sheer pleasure of being entertained, nay mesmerized by the immortal Patti Smith who with her charm, brazen demeanor and gun ho lyrics enthralled a captive audience who had come...

Why I’m dreading the Hamptons.

With less than a month away from the official onslaught of mayhem that comes with hordes of people bum rushing it to the Hamptons I've decided to set an outline of all the reasons why I'm inevitably...

CW’s High Society gets the green light for season 2 but now needs new characters. But who will fill...

Who will  love Tinsley Mortimer more than Devorah Rose? It's official, Michael Aho and his gruesome cohort have decided to continue offending our collective sensibilities by offering us a second season of the hideousness that has preceded...

Party Photographers (and the socialites that sleep with them).

When Jennifer Wright, deputy editor of The Gloss presented me with this gem I just couldn't stop salivating and then I wondered for a moment why am I the sudden recipient of all of society's nasty's, leaked emails,...

The ascent of the celebrity blogger. A who’s who in the sleaze department.

It once used to be held that an accomplished or rather gifted writer would amuse themselves by writing about society and being taken by such crowd as it's patron- think of Truman Capote or Dommick Dunne if you will....

Rachelle Hruska- Did she violate FTC rules?

A letter to the editor- Scallywag. "Dear Mr. Koulouris: When I read your rather irreverent blog entitled: "Rachelle Hruska: Media Whore/Manipulator for Hire", I nearly choked on my morning coffee. I had become aware of your website through the social...

How even the homeless have caught on how to abuse and use celebrities.

Turmoil and panhandling in Los Angeles. Being broke, homeless and out of a job is a never fun thing to have to deal with. Of course if you happen to be all of the above your chances of living the...

The pathetic fixtures of New York High Society.

When wannabes and make believe lead to social promiscuity and nosebleeds. What in the world is happening here? This is the question this author who actually (or rather unfortunately) gets to spend an inordinate amount of time in actual high...

Narciso Rodriguez + Boom Boom Room = FUN.

My liver is killing me.  This fashion week has been one for the record books.  I’m tired of whining like a little kid.  I need to either lock it up with the booz or push through like an Englishman...
tabloid journalism

Dilemma of a tabloid writer.

For those of you in the business of being inspired, getting relevant news and being sufficiently titillated- I have some bad news. No one cares anymore.  Why? Because suddenly google equals truth. Which in a roundabout way means that the...

The Dandy set attend ‘Cleverly Clothed.’

To be honest I'm not sure if it's ever good form to ever be exceedingly late for ones own party but such was the case as I nonchalantly rolled up this past Friday night at Ella Lounge where this...

Tabloid Sleaze and the players that make it!

It's a tabloid media frenzy out there and as much as you curse yourself, you the enlightened, sophisticated neophyte can never get enough of it. Tiger Woods is a slut, Jon Gosselin a fat philanderer that slams college girls and let's...

Splendor at the pre American Folk Art Museum Gala.

Photography by ShoKo Takayasu They were all there to receive the good will and gracious accolades that only Yaz and Val Hernandez could offer as esteemed guests dropped by for a tete a tete announcing the American Folk Art Museum...

Izzy Gold; Kneel Before Zod.

Picture the scene: us, me and you clutching for dear life in the back of some 60 foot love machine called “Izzy’s Fuck Machine,” and the rambunctious  clatter of faux but brilliant glamour parading and swooning in front of...