you think you know

best post ever

2006-05-19T13:14:00.000-05:00

The East Coast beef analogy to the Lohan/Hilton beef is just too great not to share.

good work Best Week Ever!
http://www.bestweekever.tv/2006/05/18/a-history-of-violence-repeats-itself/

Post Work Drinking... it's definitely starting to be summer!

2006-05-16T09:55:00.000-05:00

manic monday

2006-05-15T14:55:00.000-05:00

OLIVER HOYOS, DIRK VAN STOCKUM, MARK BAKER,REMI LABA, BRANTLY MARTIN, KARIM AMATULLAH

INVITE YOU TO AN AFTER-PARTY FORHAMPTONS MAGAZINE
2006 SEASON KICKOFF!

Monday, May 15, 2006
11 PM

SNEAK PREVIEW OF BED’S ROOFDECK
530 WEST 27TH STREET , SIXTH FLOOR
(BETWEEN 10TH & 11TH AVENUES)

PLEASE RSVP TO info@bedny.com
This invitation is for you and a guest and is strictly non transferable

25 years old and still a virgin!

2006-05-12T14:50:00.000-05:00

its gonna be the hottest party of the month!

zac posen is a teachers pet

2006-05-09T14:38:00.000-05:00

Third Annual Spring Fling to Benefit TeachersCountThe Third Annual Spring Fling will take place at The Plumm in New York City on May 9, 2006. Zac Posen and Alexandra Posen will return as hosts, and Claire Danes and Kate Bosworth will be the Honorary Chairs. Jaguar and Jones New York In the Classroom will be the event's official sponsors, and Grey Goose, Ecco Domani, and Tab Energy will provide refreshments. The event will feature dancing, drinks, and a silent auction.

Who doesn't like sun tan oil?

2006-05-02T15:26:00.000-05:00

come celebrate with us this wednesday at 11:30. Ask for Kristian's list at the door.

There's Never too many events on a Wednesday night...

2006-05-02T12:16:00.000-05:00

who else is gonna be waaaaasted tomorrow night....!

if it's good enough for uma

2006-05-01T20:46:00.000-05:00

it's good enough for me

From Fashion Week Daily:

Turning 36 isn’t usually a milestone that warrants a blow-out birthday bash, but when you’re Uma Thurman, who cares? The actresses’ on-again-off-again beau André Balazs gathered a stylish mix of New Yorkers—and those in New York for the weekend—for a birthday party this past Saturday night at Frederick’s Lounge on West 58th Street. Among those that attended the exclusive, members-only establishment to help Thurman blow out the candles on her three-layer Silvia Weinstein cake were Natasha Richardson, Zac Posen, Mario Testino, Ellen Barkin, Glenn Close, John Galliano, Fischer Stevens, Griffin Dunne, Marc Jacobs, and Kristen Johnston

come to fredericks this friday night. everyone who's anyone will be there.

can't stop, won't stop

2006-05-01T11:02:00.000-05:00

Looks like we have a busy week ahead of us boys and girls.....
If you're looking to fill up your calendar look no more... the glam crew is where its at :)

Cross Blogging Pitch

2006-05-01T09:07:00.000-05:00

So I wanted to take a minute a pitch a fellow blogger and her upcoming events... see below, and I promise you won't be dissapointed!

Friends,

As some of you may (or may not) know, recently I have picked up the hobby of stand up comedy.

Stand up comedy!!!

Thus far it has been a wild ride, and I just wanted to invite you all on board for my biggest show yet. I am so sorry for giving such late notice, but it is really really really important to me that some of you guys can come to this show...it's going to be ahhh-mazing. It's at Carolines on Broadway, which is obviosly a big deal, and I'm totally psyched, as should you be.

Invite anyone and everyone you know...I need to bring ALOT of people. You have all been so supportive thus far and I have appreciated it more than anything, but this is the biggest of the big for me.

The show: May 2nd...Tuesday, at 7 pm.

Where: @ Caroline's! 1626 Broadway (between 49th & 50th STREETS) ( http://www.carolines.com/)

Next steps? Call Caroline's @ 212-757-4100 and make a reservation. This is how: Leave your name, date (May 2nd), the time (7 in the PM), and that you are coming to see me (Jamie Royal).

If you can come, please please also, just e-mail me back (jamie.royal@gmail.com) and let me know that you are interested.. all you have to do is reply, "yes" or "maybe," and I'll call you to follow up.

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU FOR ALL OF YOUR SUPPORT.

I WILL REPAY YOU WILL MY HILARITY.

xoxoxo,
Jamie
www.royalmistake.blogspot.com

It's Movies, Food and Alcohol....

2006-05-01T09:00:00.000-05:00

So it's not glamorama time, but I like to spread the love and cover all events.... check it out... hot guys abound... :)

freaky friday part deux

2006-05-01T08:31:00.000-05:00

umm sorry, but is anyone else a little disturbed by this month's W magazine cover? Lindsay Lohan must have sold her soul to the devil or something...there is no limit to her sexual domination. but seriously this pic makes me more than slightly nauseous.

first kate moss now freaking meryl streep.

lindsay girl, what is this voodoo that you do

the only thing worse than the UBER metro-man...

2006-04-30T09:32:00.000-05:00

The ANA-Man...yes that's right the anorexically skinny, weight-obsessed man walking around looking like an empty pair of pants with a rage problem stemming from their hunger pangs.

PLEASE do not confuse Ana-man with his similarly skinny off-shoot the Cokey-man. I give much more credit to those who replace food with another substance and at least provide everyone with a little HIGH ENERGY entertainment.
This skeletal man to our left prompted this post's composition. He may not look familiar, but you know him. Brian Grazer- producer of Walk the Line, A Beautiful Mind, and many many more insanely successful films. The man can afford to dine in style- I have seen him no less than twice brunching around town- once at Amy Sacco's sceney but lame Bette and just yesterday breakfasting (although we were breaking fast- he was just fasting) in the lobby of the ohsochic
Mercer hotel. The man was offensively anorexic- asking us what we ordered ("one of everything and some extra syrup please") and forcing us to look at his untouched oatmeal with bananas. He even asked us if we wanted to eat his leftovers when he exited with his two male assistants commenting on our "healthy" appetites. The man looks like the crypt keeper. I'm sure some hot 25 year old guys can pull off the ana-look pretty well (think male Nicole-Richie) but once your skin becomes too thin to effectively cover your jutting jaw bone- strap on the feed bag Brian. We know you can afford it.

Weekend Update

2006-04-30T02:16:00.000-05:00

After deciding going out tonight was not a good idea given that I went out every single night this week, I finally have enough time and sobriety to write a posting....
Thursday night was the Fashion Meets Art party at Dolce and Gabbanna (all the stores on Madison Avenue were serving cocktails and hor d'ouvres in conjuction)...I got wasted on tooo surgary cosmos at about 7pm and chatted up a 70 year old businesswoman who I think wanted to be my sugar mama. In the bathroom line I flirted with a straight black dude who was ludicrously hot. Saw Petra Nemcova looking fabulous and about a million feet tall, and Fabian Basabe being a douchebag and fingering woman's clothes on the second floor. Then it was on to PM for one of their many Tribeca Film Festival Parties where I drank about four vodka 7s as it was open bar. The night ended at its usual final destination, mar to the que, where a mutual friend chatted up a gross looking Shane West for about 30 mins...*photo to come. I actually don't remember the rest of the night, and when I woke up I look in horror at all the pictures I took. Really I couldn't recognize any of the people I was photographed with smiling and laughing if they were standing in front of me in a police lineup.

Friday started at the Armani Casa party for Rosie Perez's movie (some spanish name that I really don't care about) where I ran into the guy who lives in my building (3N) that I talked about (more like stalked about) in a previous posting. he was drunk and very touchy feely and we gossiped on all the other gay guys in our building (about 10, 000,0003 all with 6 month old puppies). Saw Fonsworth Bentley or however you spell it shamelessly self promoting his umbrella (??!!) brand. I mean, what d-list celebrity starts a line of umbrellas? Or rather starts a line of umbrellas and thinks they will sell. That's like Melissa Joan Hart having her own magnetic poetry set. rando to the max. apres armani me and A taxi-ed over to The Plumm, Noel Ashman's new boite to replace his epoynomous NA. I kid you not it looked like an upscale Airport Restaurant. Most of the furniture was probably purchased at Ikea and there were literally ottomans like scatter around. When we arrived at 9 it was STILL under construction and the entire place reeked of varnish and paint and incense that was designed to cover the smell. the classiest part was the printed out sheet that had their logo that they pasted crookedly to the wall outside. I did meet a dermatologist who offered to give me botox in exchange for botox. as liz smith says, only in new york kids, only in new york.
friday night continued at Frederick's, where yours truly and the glam squad hosted a party for the Tribeca Film Festival. We had several indie actors come that no one recognized, and a good time was had by all...

Sightings: Sat: 4/29 Uma Thurman and a group of friends celebrating her 36th birthday at the member's room in Fredericks.
Fri: 4/28 Sienna Miller, Kate Moss, and John Galliano alll sitting at the same table at Bungalow 8....let's remember that Kate Moss is best friends with Jude Law's ex wife Sadie Frost, who is or did or whatever date Sienna Miller, so it makes it interesting...
exhausted and have to get up for an earlyish (well noonish) brunch...if you need me ill be strolling around the HK flea market searching for vintage shades...
night night

Tribeca Party Festival

2006-04-27T14:37:00.000-05:00

So although i've probably in my lifetime been to like umpteen tribeca and or gen-art and or (fill in the blank) film festival parties last night i did the CRAAAAZIEST outofcharacter thing.

i actually watched an entire Tribeca Film. And it was woooonderful. the title is "Boy Culture" and its basically about a love triangle between a recently out-of-the closet African America Blockbuster employee, a homeless 17 year-old blow job prince(ss) with an affinity for body glitter, and a gay-hustler named X- basically your everyday feel-good romance with a few edgy twists to please the artsy-fartsy-film buff people in the crowd. The movie was GREAT and got to meet one of the stars Jonathon Trent- who is amazingly convincing for a straight kid- who shares an agent with one of my glamour girl cohorts. Check out the tribecafilmfestival.org site and vote for this film as your favorite, bc god knows none of you are going to waste valuable party time watching any of the other low budg would-be blockbusters...

Art and Jewels...everyone's favorite accessories

2006-04-27T09:04:00.000-05:00

let's get togetherrr yayaya (models always make me feel more charitable)

2006-04-26T10:01:00.000-05:00

I think the Boss Models attending will really help all the concerned Manhannites to envision the starving children there generous donations will be given to. Kinda like those starving orphans on the commercials with Sally Strothers or that nasty baby Angelina is always toting around. Anyone who eats the provided hors d'oeuvres at this event is clearly just a greedy fat cow.

Glamaholics Anonymous

2006-04-25T17:30:00.000-05:00

All friends and family of Glamorama already know me...
i'm the blogger formerly hiding behind the guise of K, now
hiding behind the slightly more obnoxious- yet uniquely my own-
name of "glamanon".

Do you ever wake up in the morning- voice hoarse, eyes cloudy and mascara caked,
head spinning, stomach churning, about an hour before you must report to the office (and at least 2 grande frappucino light blended coffees away from coherence let alone sobriety) and think- "Hi my name is _______ (redacted to
protect the very un-innocent) and I'm a Glamaholic."

IF so then YOU could be my soulmate.

I now return to my every day mundane life where I mask my alter-ego in a Clark Kentian way (i.e. very poorly). If you follow the trail of body glitter and the scent of tan-accelerator lotion you may find me...but I'll never reveal my identity (unless of course someone would like to sponsor us in a $20 million three-book deal and put me out of my schizophrenic misery-thanks/kisses).

Two for y'all...

2006-04-25T15:14:00.000-05:00

the tribecs film fest has come to call. gawker is already orgasiming!

I see London, I see France

2006-04-24T11:25:00.000-05:00

I see hot men in UNDERPANTS!

The Weekend Update

2006-04-24T00:31:00.000-05:00

well, im actually going to start with wednesday, as i never filled in my john legend/the most hideous picture of me ever taken post since I have been drunk ever since...

we kicked off the evening with dinner with the fredericks gm to discuss the launch of our private parties on fridays--dont worry, ill post the invite up on herre. Since I had been on the Master Cleanser all week--thats right, the lovely conconction that features a poisonous farrago of cayenne pepper, lemon juice, and maple syrup--I got drunk on my first chilled glass of Sancerre. Of course that led to me breaking my fast, as dinner was free and I can never say no to free food (or free anything for that matter, as long as its safe). Three glasses later, we made it back to msglamorama's apt for some vodka and crystal light before heading out to PM...
I was deborah the drunkard all night, dancing on the tables, flirting with girls, and drinking tequila faster than a lindsay lohan outfit change. finally i convinced my friend to bring john legend with her, and I quickly surrounded him with questions about his songs--"am you really ordinary John?" and used his appearance to wrangle a bunch more drink tickets from the bar. The rest of the night is hazy, needless to say it ended up with a 5 am meal at Florent (has the service gotten worse there--we were the only patrons and waited 3.2 hours for our food).

Friday night started ominously with my sidekick going into def-con 1 and literally shutting down for 4 hours. Only a member of the glam teams burberry decaled razr got my out of my lack of communications jam, and despite the rain and the lack of enough invites, we wrangled our way into the van cleefs and arpels visionaire party (largely in part to the fabulous alessandra b). Patrick Mcmullan is strangely obsessed with our friend, so we hung onto him like a shadow for the whole night...
lindsay lohan was there looking like a crack addict and circling the crowd twice with her hand covering her face saying, "I'm sooo hungry, I havent eaten in two days." The rest of the boldnames included Karl Lagerfeld looking like a walking corpse, Cher in the most bizarre get up I have ever seen, and the beautiful and tasty Dean Winters (who could forget his gay love scene in OZ).

Then it was up the elevator to the loft party at Anne's house. I shared the elevator with Moby and was tempted to share my favorite Teany flavor with my before realizing how gauche that would make me. The alcohol kicked in right around then, and I made fast friends in the marathon line to the bathroom. Ah the wonders of bathroom line friends. I even got their numbers! After several rounds of drinks and 20 cigarettes later, we made our way to a party at 6s and 8s where we drank some more tequila, talked with Steve Buscemi and met up with more of our friends.

After much forcing, I got everyone to get on board to go to the opening of Manor, the old Pink Elephant. I swear to god I wouldn't have recognized it--its a completely different space, with the weird feel of an English Library and a masoleum. Theres a huge room downstairs that I never knew existed (thats where the bathrooms are, and the large staircase doesnt make for easy drinking) and a gold plated dj booth. It was suprisingly empty and the open bar had ended about 4 hours before. I chatted with Patrick and we assesed beautiful men around the room. R came and joined us for about 30 seconds, then some of us went off to our living room, marquee for a dance in the hip hop room.
I think I ended up at Diner 24 at about 5am where I sipped a Green Tea and contemplated how far I was away from alchohol poisoning.
Saturday brought my dear friend L's bday and a wonderful dinner at L'Impero (try the goat) followed by a suprise trip to the Regency Hotel with Diahann Carroll. I had never heard of her, but apparently she was the first black actress with her own series (which actually is kinda crazy cool). As one of our dinner guests put it "she was the black bitch on Dynasty." She was an hour late for her cabaret act and then she sang for about three hours. Every song sounded exactly the same, and she would interrupt her numbers to tell us stories about how famous she was. She also managed to work in how old she was every time she opened her mouth, which was disconcerting considering she has the wrinkles of an 8 year old child.
Then it was on to marquee again with a raging migraine for another spin upstairs where we charmed this two guys into giving us his bottle.

Today was a waste of life, and watched TV all day despite promising I would clean my room, which looks like sarejevo circo 1995.
ill check in again tomorrow, if I am alive at work. love to love you

We heart Charity events, especially those sponsored by Grey Goose

2006-04-21T15:42:00.000-05:00

Being on the board of a charity is great fun and also comes with a few party benefits. Try your luck at the door and get pumped for Tribeca Film Week Festivities.

More on St. Judes Charities to come.

Tequila Shots with John Legend...

2006-04-21T11:01:00.000-05:00

not the most flattering picture of me ever...

Glamorous Suicide

2006-04-20T21:01:00.000-05:00

one indication that I drank too many tequila shots last night was the conversation I just had over im with my nearest and dearest:

p: for some reason i think it would be fun to plan a fabulous suicide
k:i know
k::oh my god
k:you are so ridic
k:like death by diamonds or something?

p:yes
p:in like a gown
p:with like a preserved body very pale
p:with really drmatic blood somewhere
k:like a ring of blood
K:in a chateaux
k:surrounded by orchids, vie luxe candles, and books of poetry
p:and like a really truly dramatic black gown
p:and really red lips
p:and perfectly staught long luscious hair
p:but like together
p:like suicide you and i
p:you might be the only person who knows exactly what i mean by this

Can I get a toot toot? Can I get a beep beep?

2006-04-19T14:24:00.000-05:00

Well for all of you Bentley Lovers like myself, let me just tell you that if there is one thing money can buy: it's a car. And a hot car can buy you gorgeous women, friends, prime parking spots, and even a jump to the front of a line when the hostess catches you in that sexy baby blue Bentley you got at the East Side House Auction, a charity that educates and send east side children (we're thinking more Spanish Harlem than Park Ave kids) to college. Can we say tax write-off? Then again when you're bidding 240k on a car... whats 20k off your taxes? Dust in the wind, exactly what I was thinking. Anyway, the drinks we good, the company was excellent, our dearest Popstar wondered the 'press table' with her many accolades, especially having only been 23! Keep and eye out for P. Harlow, our very next Pepper Dennis, I mean Katie Couric! The food was abbastanza (for you Italian illiterates that means alright) but the men there were pretty good looking; every table was obviously a Bear Stearns, BofA, Lehman, Citi, Morgan table or 30 something associates asked to attend by their bosses. I have to say I spotted a few too many with rings which was quite a disappointment, I may be many things but a home wrecker I am not.
By the way I hope this to be me in 30+ years, yes Green Suit and all. Anyway, we finished the night there with two single 40+ year old men asking to take us out for drinks and jet-set off to Aspen (well the club) where we met the rest of the glam crew. I, unfortunately, left early for another event where there was a band and alcohol but beyond that it wasn't much memorable.... Let's just say I got beer/alcohol/Helen Keller goggles and ended up talking to a way less than cool guy.... ended the night getting in a 4:30 am only to catch a train home to Boston at 6:15 am...so much for sleep. Spent weekend in Boston missing NYC and consuming and average of 1,000 calories/minutes. This weeks diet of celery, miso soup and shirataki noodles really blows.

goldilocks and the three fags/how i lost my purse and found a new friend at prada

2006-04-19T08:52:00.000-05:00

you think you know

last night was probably one of the most randomly and accidentally fabulous nights i've had in awhile. i mean, the sequence of events that led me to not one, not two, but THREE consecutive parties at which LaLohan was also a guest is really quite remarkable.

The night starts off ho-hum as can be- work till 8, dinner uptown at a decidedly UNGLAMORAMA chinese dive w/ free wine, not expecting much else to occur...friend gets a call- party at Prada store- his architecture firm designed it! Great! Off to Soho- see hohan in outfit number one- go to wireimage if you want to see who else was there- i was too drunk to stalk effectively- meet this guy who is "a producer" and he takes me, my new bff (more on her later) and my "entourage" as he called it of 8 foreign dudes to Pop Burger where I was reluctant to go (i mean, before 4 am who goes there right?). Come to find out it was the opening night party for "Bloom" (lohan outfit # 2) but it had begun to wind down so we had to jet...Luckily I ran into a faboo gentleman who does something assistanty/pr/stylist related for Ms. J Lo and he drags us all to Buddha Bar- which just opened tonight and was having a Conde Nast Traveler party with FAB gift bags from Mac (I got two- more on them later) and where lohan was possibly wearing her third or fourth frock of the night. For some reason they cleared the place out early- like 11:00 early and we all headed over to Soho House where the producer (who i finally realized was not a "producer") just happens to be a member...had a drink there with some old british and italian dudes who kept trying to give us altoids (umm could you possibly conceal your roofies any less obviuosly??) but it was too stuffy- so like the goldilocks of parties that we are(this party is toooo gay, this party is toooo stuffy, this one's juuuuustttt right) we decided to head over to cain, which turned into marquee. Boy am i glad we went bc we got to gaze at f-ing JOAQUIN PHOENIX's crazy face for a few moments while he smoked a joint in the middle of the dance floor w/ markie mark (no lie- i guess they are friends??). at this point i realize my bag is gone gone gone. yes wallet keys celly blackberry life soul GONE GONE GONE. i freak out. i search, pout, flip, etc. Realize that it is possible gay friend went to cain with it thinking we were there (mind you he also had my TWO GIFTBAGS that bitch). We decide to attempt to follow him to cain. He's not there- but about 8 million other ppl were. Damn was it crowded. Though we couldn't find the bag, we did find this sugar daddy type who happened to be a mutual friend of my aforementioned new bff and he drags us to bungalow. WAIT (i think) what about my purse/identity?? but it was too late to argue...off to bungalow (did not see lohan, guessing she was in the loo), finally roll out around 3 with Brandon Davis and his crew at which point i decide i MUST go home. i mean, i literally had no proof of who i was or any funds or anything. SO luckily bff extraordinaire gives me a $20 bill and a cig...i tearfully walk to the deli where LO AND BEHOLD (and i shit you not) they have my bag- with all the contents in tact. Turns out the guy i was with had it there, they saw me with it earlier (this deli and i go waaaaay back to my heydays of partying) and they took it from him to give back to me. no i am not kidding. so i suppose i am the fucking luckiest girl in the world/have a guardian angel somewhere watching over me. And mind you, I was still wearing the outfit I wore when i left for work nearly 24 hours before having no intention to go anywhere at all post 7 pm. Ah well, all in a days work. And fuck you hater who called us "gay gawker stalkers" on asmallworld.net. First of all I am not gay, and second of all, fuck you.

Art & Celebrities...mmmm

2006-04-17T14:09:00.000-05:00

Seat's Taykin (rule number one in the "fat girl's guide to life")

2006-04-14T11:08:00.000-05:00

member when those mean little kids in Forrest Gump refused to share a seat with lil Forres cuz he was a ree-tahrd? too bad we didn't say that to ricki lake when she decided to plop her ass down and take up half the banquette, leaving her skinny friend standing there where a breeze could have easily blown her face down onto the dancefloor. Baby-A's sidekick message could not have captured it better "we seriously don't have enough room."

i mean really, you shouldn't WANT to sit down. if a banquette was an airplane, we would have had to charge you TWICE.

ummm could you pls gawk a little quieter

2006-04-14T10:40:00.000-05:00

you think you know

honestly, it's getting to be troublesome all this whoring of our mojo.
literally we are like fly paper -fly people just seem to stick to us everywhere we go.
last night was flawless as per us. free food and bottle courtesy of mr. glamaroma himself and free drinks courtesy of yours truly.
one word of advice: if you are going to roll with us DO NOT i repeat DO NOT audibly gawk when in the presence of Lenny Kravitz. He is always here and yes he is actually quite breathtaking but i will slap a bitch who cannot control her glee while literally inches away from L.K.

uh mah gah i loooove your tshirt

2006-04-13T12:25:00.000-05:00

you think you know

of course you do bitch, trovata is da illest.
though "i bet you can't even sail" was so cheeky and bitchy- just the way we like it- {how many f-ing comments did that one elicit from those rando-investment banker girl twins. I was a little "The Shining"-style freaked out by them after drink number 7 or 8...}

"where do you summer" is similarly elitist/obnoxious/perfect.

love to love to love ya love ya

I heart Brass Monkey

2006-04-12T16:27:00.000-05:00

Well it's been a few minutes/hours/days since I have posted but I have many things to get off my chest. The first is that although I am totally for the motto "don't hate the player, hate the game" ... Well I guess I hate the game. I was playing in triple, sudden-death overtime last Saturday night and let's just say that my minutes finally came to expiration, I was benched, my shot missed the goal completely, and my team (me) lost and I was sent home crying only to have the CAB DRIVER ask me if I was ok...Tear....Basically I got drunk (surprise surprise) and told a guy that I knew it wasn't going to work with that I 'couldn't just be friends' and lets just say he didn't agree and magically disappeared whilst my short trip to the bathroom. Ouch....

I know that this is supposed to be a sign about Glamour and loveliness and bitchiness that goes on in and around NYC but I'll let you in on a little (or not so little) secret: I am at heart a beer drinking, shot taking, rap/pop dancing bar/pub/club girl. Some may find may taste for nightlife rather like a chameleon in that I love myself some dirty FRAT infested bars often just as much as I indeed love the glamour and lights of none other than our dearest homebase, Mar-to the-quee. If for no reason other than this, I love Brass Monkey. It's the pub/bar in the meat packing district that a girl like myself thinks she will find true love. I know the rest of the Glam crew is gagging up their edamame beans, thus ruining a recent application of LipFusion2 lipgloss as they read this, but it's the truth. I love the place simply because it represents me. If you often find yourself, like me, wanting to go out to a trendy and cool place but are totally sick of the 'scene' then head to BM in the meat packing without the meat packing. If you don't like it, you are fingerlengths away from PM, ONE, Highline, or any of the other glamorama places we so enjoy on little west 12 :) If you find yourself ready to kick it and are in the mood for less-than-glam then you are a hop,skip, and a jump from places (well a cab ride if your not go-go gadget) from Corner Bistro (best burgers in nyc), tortilla flats --who doesn't love tequila?, or the 4-faced Liar for those of you who haven't graduated from College night (which I haven't).

Anyway, I guess this was a posting about nothing rather than something. Although I did see Paul Rudd at BM the other night and boy is he SMALL, though very friendly, and I guess bordering on C-list if you're not an Anchorman lover like myself. Anyway, all for now.

Saturn Rocks @ Times Square

2006-04-12T13:52:00.000-05:00

Saturn Rocks? I wonder how many of the people at this event have actually seen a Saturn, much less been in one?
aaah man, I love events where $ isn't an option-I shouldn't have eaten for a week there was so much free food. I'm talking like an international buffett. Multiple open bars too, but I needed to be at work this morning. I think me and my friends were the only people in the room that were not models. I mean they must have called every modeling agency in New York telling them to come. You should have seen the line of models waiting to dip their brownie in the chocolate fountain. The bathroom must have been crowded with girls puking up those dirty calories.
Camp Freddy performed, headed up by Billy Morrison (The Cult), Dave Navarro (Red Hot Chili Peppers, Jane's Addiction, The Panic Channel), Scott Weiland (Stone Temple Pilots, Velvet Revolver), Matt Sorum (Guns N Roses, Velvet Revolver, The Cult), Donovan Leitch (son of legendary folk singer Donovan), and Chris Chaney (Jane's Addiction, The Panic Channel). Gina Gershon also gave a suprise performance and sang Rebel Rebel. The girl (woman rather) can't sing, but man can she flip her hair.
Honestly I was there for Dave Navarro's bare chest (see pics above--yes Sidekicks suck, and I literally could feel the sweat drop of his cut abs, but it is still blurry)...the man is simply delicious. We missed la lohan again-every event I go to she arrives before or after me, all I want is to see her in person now that she is skinny.
Finally the gift bags sucked--we got Hard Rock Cafe ALL ACCESS cards which get this--allow you to get the FIRST available table any time, anywhere. Maybe my 3 yr old cousin will want this. Oh yea, we also got a big poster of the new saturn. Dont worry, I already framed it and put it up in my living room. Saturns are sooooo sexy.

hell naw i ain't ready for my close up

2006-04-12T09:25:00.000-05:00

another tiny rant.

just found out there is a certain club i cannot attend tonight (even though i am an absolute vip no questions asked there) bc a certain male-model-promoter is celebrating the birthday of his psycho bitch girlfriend in a lame attempt to up his numbers. My beef with the bitch began after one of the more trashy party-pics websites (Napkinnights.com- in Vegas) caught us in kiss and posted it for the world to see. Now if I was Paris Hilton or Lindsay Lohan, I would be more discreet in PDA's, but since I have the celebrity of neither Ms. H nor Lablow, I assumed the camera was pointed in a more A-list direction. I also, of course, had no idea he had a girlfriend and certainly not one who (as i came to find out later) trolls these sites daily to find out who her man-whore has been whoring it with. Of course I could go just to ruin her party. How Lindsay Morgan would do to Ashley Simpson after she caught her in US Weekly with her main man Wilmer.

you think you know

escape from ny

2006-04-12T09:00:00.000-05:00

I am now going to use this space to rant for the first time about a few things that have been pissing me off about our beloved NYC.

Why on GOD'S green and smog-covered earth did someone decide it was a bright idea to unleash the Tobacco Gestapo on the nicotine-loving Manhattan party scene?
I spent Monday night popping from nook to nook in the newly renovated- and quite beautiful i might add- Element on East Houston trying to find a hiding place to smoke my fags in peace and avoid the wrath of a certain asian-nazi-marlboro snatching hag. I got no less than 2 cigarettes snatched from my fingers and no less than 3 threats of ejection from the premises. Now, my friends, this was an INDUSTRY (nightlife industry) invite-only event (read: 99% of the guests smoke AND feel that they are privileged enough to be exempt from any silly rules such as a no-smoking policy).

Secondly- and most frightening for the future of NYC nightlife- 5 clubs were raided and padlocked last weekend with the NYPD labeling the clubs as dens of depravity, where drugs and hookers are bought used and sold. UMM DUHH! These particular clubs are well-known communes for gays, druggies, house-music junkies, and other fixtures of the club scene we all know and love. If they can't enjoy there coke and ecstacy fueled dance marathons in seedy, second-tier, loosely regulated venues such as these where may i ask do they have to gather?

I mean really, are we in the Bible Fucking Belt or what?

you think you know

in case you needed another reason to attend PM tonight

2006-04-12T08:15:00.000-05:00

not that everyone doesn't read page six anyway, but this little tidbit got me excited for tonight. Who can pass up the chance to share a stare with MILF extraordinaire, the originial Miss Lohan:

"Meanwhile that same night, further uptown at G-Spa in the Gansevoort Hotel, Lindsay Lohan's mom-ager, Dina, flexed her perceived power in the powder room.
A partier was waiting in the ladies' room for 15 minutes to use the only working stall when she noticed there were two women in it. When she asked them to hurry up, Dina Lohan opened the door and asked for the woman's name, our source says.
When the woman asked why her name was relevant, Dina went on a tirade about how everything was relevant and that she could fire anyone she saw fit. She then threatened to fire the bathroom attendant for not stopping the disruption.
A few minutes later, Dina must have reconsidered, as she gave the attendant a wad of cash and said, "Lindsay Lohan is my daughter. I'll be at P.M. next week if you want to come by and say hello." A rep for Dina disputed the story and said she did not threaten to fire anyone."

clearly this mama likes the drama

No Place Like Brooklyn (for free drinks that is)

2006-04-11T15:54:00.000-05:00

I rarely go to Brooklyn, but here is a chance to see a truly talented artist and also indulge in the two best words in the english language: Open Bar. (sponsored by Absolute no less). Yes, it is the Asha Fuller opening night party at the riviera gallery. In his first one-person show at Riviera, Tennessee born, New York based artist, Asha Fuller, presents large scale photographic portraits accompanied by autobiographical text that address concepts of identity and community while challenging stereotypes of the rural south. check out his website at www.ashafuller.com

I am also pleased to announce yours truly will host the after party at ASPEN restaurant and lounge at 30 west 22nd street between 5 and 6 starting at 11:30 pm. Ask for Enzo at the door and tell him you are on Kristian's list.

You don't get to walk the RED CARPET every day.

2006-04-11T15:40:00.000-05:00

another week, another wednesday. what better way to celebrate the mid week weather than drinking, dancing, and general debauchery at glam's fave discotheque, PM. ask for aramis at the door and tell him you are on kristian and poppy's list. look good or dont look at all.

Bruce Springsteen's tan ASS

2006-04-11T15:31:00.000-05:00

mmm. the boss. mmm. his ass. this just in from my fave store associate at RRL in Nolita, Bruce springsteen was there 30 mins ago, wearing an awesome flannel that had been rewoven and had silver skulls for buttons. He spent $6,000 on vintage pieces, jeans, and some flannels, of course. He was singing along to his own songs on the RRL mix. My friend was in the dressing room with him giving opinions--and I quote
"i saw his butt...it was TAN and FAIRLY HAIRLESS." and, apparently, pretty firm!

prix-fixe dinner- $60 a gram

2006-04-11T08:47:00.000-05:00

The irony of this event is just too delicious not to share.
"Calvin Klein hosts a private dinner for Kate Moss"

Clearly we know what was on the menu.

Chinatown Brasserie...

2006-04-10T17:09:00.000-05:00

We hate chinatown, but we already loooove the soon to be open Chinatown restaurant. If you didn't buy the Culinary Chic package in Little Brown Book, be sure to call them up and make a reservation asap, because this place will be as hot as Balthazar circa 5 years ago.
Remember the old Time Cafe downtown--the club there was hot about 3 or 4 summers ago, and was the place for about 5 seconds. Now it is a 10,000-square-foot, 200 seat space, from Lure Fishbar (now defunt) and Lever House co-owners John McDonald and Josh Pickard. It comes with a $6 million budget, and will showcase Chinese bed-inspired banquettes and bamboo accents mixed with a "worn French bistro feel," according to W magazine.

Call 212.533.7000 for reservations. www.chinatownbrasserie.com. Dont you love how they say "Openining Winter 2005 on the website?"

Chinatown, at 380 Lafayette St in Noho, should be done in May, though according to a convo I had with one of the owners Saturday night dont expect good service or a finished interior until June 1. See you then. I dont like chinese dudes, but love the food. go figure.

Why is this Man dating one of the world's most beautiful women?

2006-04-10T15:57:00.000-05:00

sighting: cisco adler walking down e4th near union square. as ugly as his pictues if not more.

ghetto (fabulous) event @ stereo

2006-04-10T10:23:00.000-05:00

you think you know

at least there's free drinks...and who knows, maybe LL will show up to rep Kangol

umm, who told you that was ok?

2006-04-07T09:57:00.000-05:00

i find myself asking this of others (in my head or to my fellow snarky glamouristas, of course) on the reg.
i.e. hey bitch in my elevator who asks me why i am wearing oversized aviators at 9 am when i am clearly de-crackandboozing and in need of uber camouflage.

p.s. everyone pls pick up todays National Enquirer. I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE THINKING (umm, NE is US Weekly's dirty step-grandma) but these Whitney Houston stories are just too good! here's some highlights...
"Crack turned Whitney into a sex-crazed monster..." "fueled by drugs she takes part in lesbian sex, chases any man who comes into her house and locks herself in her bathroom to use her vast collection of sex toys..." About her sex toys: "they are all around the damn house," says Tina (bobby brown's sister who sold out Ms Houston for 200K) "i'm constantly having to get them up, i don't want the kids to find them. She smokes some crack and says 'I gotta go'. She locks herself in the bathroom and you hear like 'Vrooooom'"

i mean does it get any better than that?

4 AM Stream of Consciousness

2006-04-07T03:03:00.000-05:00

I have not felt so exhausted in such a long time. or at least since last night. really the wednesday/thursday back to back is getting a little rough with work the next day. i cannot tell you how often I wish that I had one of those things they have in the academy award winning motion picture "clockstoppers." I think about that too often for it to be normal. As I am in the weird limbo between fatigued beyond and sickly not able to sleep, I thought I would channel my energy into typing, chain smoking camel lights, and drinking bottles (plural) of water. I am also not quite sure if it was such a good idea to finish the "highball" energy drink that was left sitting on my kitchen counter by one of the members of the glam triumverate. love that word btw.
after not eating all day, I had a 5 course dinner at aspen, and waited almost two hours for a bottle. people dont realize how much of a crisis it is to eat dinner at 11:45pm and not have free drinks to go with it. I would have paid, but I am literally counting down the days until my next paycheck as I was hit with the largest phone bill in history. and i literally always text, which should be free. Despite promises that the deck would be open, it remained firmly closed all night. this weather makes 0 sense. We tried smoking repeatedly, but apparently their is a new rule at aspen that you can't smoke til 2 am. I am not sure how that makes sense, do the cops disappear after 2?
we were joined by a budding songstress, a woman who we couldn't decide if she was a transvestite or a lesbian, and of course all of our nearest and dearest with the exception of ms g. and her always lovely g. the night wasn't the same without her :(.
after getting trashed on 3 drinks, we headed over to a's hot spot, marquette, where I fell asleep standing up and waited to use the bathroom for 30 minutes as two security guards were taking the largest bathroom breaks ever. delicious. (ps so glad I never actually followed through on the bathroom attending)
this was followed by the de riguer bungalow, where once again disco decided he will never let me in again. i don't understand why i care so much about going in to a place I used to live at fresh/soph year, i guess it just maddens me that I haven;t gotten in the past month unless I was dressed like kanye west.
finally...random story of the day:
there is this guy in my building that I was seriously crushing on. I see him almost every day, and at one point had convinced him to get a drink with me. a month later I saw him at duvet (gay night of course) and was fucked out of my mind and think I told him I loved him (i promise you I dont). I saw him about 20 times after that walking his dog and he avoided me like britney spears avoids style. or the bubonic plague. or a sick mixture of the two, Yesterday, in a sidekick daze, thumbing it like a maniac on the elevator, I got off at the wrong floor and went to his apartment (he lives in the exact apartment directly below me). His dog was outside, and I still didn't put two and two together and was yelling to my roomate (thinking she was on the other side of the door) being like you know who's dog is outside our apartment. I whipped out my keys and started turning them in the lock. It didn't budge. I then started pounding on the door, screaming "let me in biatch," He comes out 2 secs later, literally shoves me aside, grabs his dog and drags him into the apt, before looking at me and saying just three words: "what the fuck." Actually I am pretty sure it may have been: What the fuck, physco."
Needless to say he was in the elevator today and I was walking into it pressed door close faster than lindsay lohan snorts a line.

cracked out but gonna attempt to sleep now, if anyone loves me they will call me at 9 am and remind me that my job has a 3 strikes and your out policy.
love to love you

shake that healthy butt

2006-04-06T15:34:00.000-05:00

Do you ever wake up in the morning, snuggling your dior purse, with a handstamp from last night's event(s) re-imprinted on your cheek and ask yourself WHY oh WHY....

Was Jamie-Lynn Sigler's bulbous buddy "vogueing" in a frighteningly macarena-esque manner in the middle of a half-empty dance floor at 10:45 pm?? does she not know why she is there?? to make ms. nose job wop wannabe look as classy and waiflike as Natalie Portman. CERTAINLY not to "shake her groove thang(s)" and horrify a roomfull of image conscious fatty-loathing gothamites. we were not ready for all that jelly porky. i almost lost my brown rice sushi all over your over-loaded banquette.

"Cream of New York?"

2006-04-06T14:04:00.000-05:00

this could be interesting, as I am always dizzown for free drinks and food, but in the words of a fellow glam teamer: "it will
prob be all fat little jappy girls who plan events lugging their dumpy butts
around the loft dicussing j-date and sample sales..."

Play on Playette

2006-04-06T12:55:00.000-05:00

For lack of sounding and looking completely slutty to all of you who read this silly blog, I felt the need to share my introductory conversation with my new doctor this morning:

"are you sexually active" -Dr
" um... define active?" - me
"do you participate in sexual activity?" -Dr

(mind you, less than 5 hours before I had 'seen' a 'friend' of mine who I have unfortunately been 'not seeing' for a sad period of time so the answer was an obvi yes. -- it was an accident for those of you who know whom I am talking about.)

"oh yah, I guess so" -- me
"do you have one monogamous partner" -Dr
"damnit, no" - me
"do you use condoms" -Dr
"yes... Wait, I try to?" - me
"would you like to get std test, hiv, etc?" - Dr
"yah, why not..." -- me

For those of you who feel this was widly inappropriate please let me know in the comments section or call me 1-800-I-Shouldn't-have-posted-if-i-ever-want-to-get-married, extension 3

MENAGE A TROIS TIME: PM, Glamorama and Valentino

2006-04-04T19:13:00.000-05:00

the king of fashion, one of the best lounges in nyc, and the glam squad. perfecto. dress up and join us after the hot scot party (or the bday party for owner of marquee, or...) for a night of delicious debauchery. i'm off to a dinner party in jersey city that I committed to 2 weeks ago. I did not know at the time that it was in dirty jerz. when people invite you to dinner they should specify where they live. my new rule is to tell people when i meet that i don't travel off of manhattan unless its INTERNATIONAL. I actually wont be friens with you either :)
mr. g

Mi am i?

2006-04-04T14:27:00.000-05:00

So the title of this posting doesn't exactly make sense, but neither did my trip down to Miami. Let me start by saying that in a city of ... the Willenium... the vibe is about as sceney as Sway on a Sunday night with Tara Reid and Moss shaking from the beats, food deprivation (moss only), yay, a flashed boob (reid only), or all of the above.
anyway, I felt as though everywhere I was there were people there just to be seen, and let me tell ya, not all of them were lookers. Im sure it will come as no surprise to any of you that the outfits of those in Miami, even in the hottest clubs and restaurants, were not much more than some gauze, electric tape and if you were lucky a scratch 'n sniff thrown over x-rated places. Let me remind you that it was NOT 100 degrees in the Caribbean seas... more like 45 and if my nipples were tearing through my new silk tahari dress anymore I would've poked the guy across the pool at Sky lounge. I wonder how often someone falls/gets pushed in? Probably not often because like I said before, it was just a scene of 20 and 30 somethings looking, leaning, laughing, and dropping twenty dolla billz on weak drinks in plastic cups (no glass by the pool!).

I rather enjoyed the 2 for 1 happy hour drinks at the National hotel from 5-7 out by the infinity pool and at least at that hour there were excuses for the white shear bikinis... kinda

I could drop a bunch of other clubs and say the outside of Mynt and Privee on weekend nights was like a pack of hyenas trying to get to the slaughter (and dropping serious benjamins on the way -- 50 entree fee and 2 bottle minimum). I will say that I thoroughly enjoyed B.E.D. -- though the entertainment was school girls, seriously in knee highs, jean skirts and mini jordan sport tops -- not like ANYTHING you'd see at a NYC club, and the DJs kept throwing b-day shout outs-- how trashy is that? Nevertheless, our beverages and dining were for the most part enjoyable. We left before the trash started filing in, but the food was good and compared to the rest of the weekend, the tab too was easy to swallow. I have included a picture of my dearest Amin, Iraqi elite, and a guaranteed good time should you ever visit Miami. Might I suggest stearing him away from either a. his car keys or b. walker blue label on the rocks and hiding his car's cigarette lighter (im not one for smoking).

Just out of curiousity:
Mini Coopers for men? 1 NO (me) 1 Yes (Amin -- who owns one). I think they are as straight as VW bugs, but what do I know?

Mmmm.... Scottish Men in Kilts....

2006-04-04T10:42:00.000-05:00

so one of my fave djs and fave actors come together to celebrate a type of liquor i hate. im down, as long as liev brings naomi and also flashes us a lil bit of what is underneath his kilty! where's trey mcdougal when we need him--tartan week is gonna be crazy man

The Gay Parade

2006-04-04T08:25:00.000-05:00

In case you were questioning Mr. Glamoramma's statements that we met none other than THE DANIEL from Project Runway (by the way every hetero male I told the story to had never heard of the show)... the show really needs to up its status from Bravo... I mean as much as i love myself some second class wanna-be lifetime originals or Big Bertha's Best Pork 'n Beans... I feel as though some trashy channel like I don't know... Fox... should snatch it up.

For the record, when I said dry-heaving I MEANT HYPERVENTALATING... someone needs to work on her vocabulary after 4 vodka-sodas. I love how the chick who took this picture felt that including me in the shot was, well, simply not necessary. Btw the way the guy to the far right tried to complement me by saying "Oh my god, I just have to say, your freckles are hot. I mean Hot. They are SOOO in right now." Gee... thanks, and when they AREN'T in and I have to go back to looking like an drunk 16 year old girl, should I just walk around with a bag over my head? There is always the option my dearest mother gave me -- a Obagi cream (www.obagi.com if you're interested) that actually bleaches out freckles, "because dear a clear complexion is the best complexion." Well, thanks mom but I think I'll pass on looking like bleached Michael Jackson and stick with the freckles, guys prefer younger girls, right?

Weekend Update

2006-04-03T14:44:00.000-05:00

hey loves...exhausted from a hard week of hard partying. did i mention I work 9-5 too?
im starting from thursday, as I have been busy sleeping or drinking to get my ass on here. so after standing outside for 6 plus hours for the callbacks for Making the Band (not to sing, but to be the gay best friend/stylist character--how fitting) I finally got to have my face to face on camera. Oh man, it was about as pretty as the 7 foot gold spray painted bow one contestant wore. I froze up, and told them that I thought the chicks on making the band had horrible style, circa Britney spears, umm....now. The line for the callbacks went like halfway down 44th street. if you think im flamboyant, you havent met at least 200 gay people in the city. Im talking about full on glitter make up, at least 40 pairs of high heels, more lip gloss than sephora soho, frosted tips all around, and about 100000000 manpurses. every single person i talked to was a multiple slash, as in model/entertainer/actor/producer/singer. more like waiter. I actually really was not in my element in the crowd, as i felt so out-charisma-ed. I made it to final 20 and still waiting for final say. im thinking puffy wants black though. and someone who spoke more than three words when face to face with him.

i missed the alexander mcqueen party but made it to aspen, where everyone left early and it was up to me and 3 others to finish the entire second bottle of vodka. needlesss to say my dear friend passed out full stretch on the couch, and it took 3 of us to revive her. then it was on to marquee for some major follow up drinking followed by what else--diner 24. It must be 5 am when me and j ordered nachos and fries. we were approached by like 10 gay guys who all insisted they were straight before finally admitting they were gay waiters. to be a waiter do you have to be gay? or does it just help? One guy insulted my best friend before asking me to go home with him. ps i dont do guys in track suits. for all of you know who don't know, diner 24 is my favorite place in the universe. where else can you get burgers and a luscios crowd at 6 AM?

friday was supposed to go to bagdley mischka party (where like 1000000 celebs were) but fell asleep after tanning. Saturday brought more tanning and a private bday party at the Rivington Hotel--really like that place and am most def thinking of having a chandeleir hit like three feet from my couch at my next apt. personally ive never looked better. tanned, scruffy, all black...mmm, do you ever wish you could date yourself? Didnt know the dude whose bday it was but used his name to circumvent line of like 100 (ps our mantra is.... glamorama never waits in line....repeat 10 times in a row). Once upstairs was disappointed to find no open bar or drink specials, but lots and lots of gay guys. was with boy am sorta dating (emphasis on sorta) so that cramped my styz a little bit, and also sketched a lot of people out as a certain someone else came, so was flanked by two huge black dudes. hoepfully they thought they were my bodyguards and im just that significant in this world(hey, they were very casually dressed). ended up doing certain something in the private room and getting caught by guards. bought them off with offer of said something. everyone has a price...
ended up getting dissed by kylie at cain (my boy was too underessed) and went again to classic marquee for drink tickets, no cover, and a guaranteeed good time. j talked 4 hours to star of conviction, j. august richards, but was given the dagger eyes by his ugly girl. ended getting in themost ghettofied limo ever (literally there were cum stains, a broken "starry sky" ceiling, and a partition in the shape of batman) to the NOW defunct after hours spot la stregha (thanks j) so hopped over to the soho grand asking for a room. they claimed they were booked (i think it was my boy, actually, who caused them to say that), so all 8 of us chilled for a while in front of the hotel before i made the walk home (not alone). stayed up for another 3 hours cracked out of mind, and was too tired the next day to go to patricia field party. no celebs there anyways.
ps. who else is obsessed with new Nick Lachey song? seriously am not joking here :)

Everybody needs a lil' Camp...

2006-03-31T18:02:00.000-05:00

when anyone "makes" it enough in nyc to open a store, you know we gotsa support that. toss in some free food and alchy and we're yours. thanks holly and good luck!

Stalking C-List Reality TV stars...

2006-03-31T11:30:00.000-05:00

What is with beat reality stars and their warped thought processes that let them convince themselves they are on par with a Jennifer Lopez or even a Mario Lopez. Take that germanic Kara (cara?) from Project Runway. I saw her a couple of weeks ago at another Project Runway alum, Emmet McCarthy’s, store opening (for all those baffled by how someone who made it to like only the 4th episode of PR has a prime NOLITA boutique—two words: family money—certain fellow cast members let that spill after too many drinks at the open bar). My taller than norm friend accidentally knocked some blood colored tequila on to her imitation UGGS (the girl is supposed to be able to dress, right? Talk about copping a Britney—no joke- uggs and a mini) and she threw a diva size fit that was not in proportion to her j-love hewittish fame. I expected her to scream, “Do you know who I am?”and indeed you could see the words forming on her lips. She pointed at me and told me they were ruined. I guess she’ll have to drop another $20 at Kmart to get a new pair.

Another lamo reality star is the lesbo from America’s Next Top model. After my friend approached her referencing a mutual friend at the wednesday Nylon party at Marquizzle, she barely had the grace to say hello before mannishly whirling around and ignoring that the exchange had ever taken place. She was dressed like a male extra from Friends circa 1996, ratty v neck, flannel shirt and maybe some J crew cords—I respect the right to dress as you want, but don’t act divaliscious and look trashtageous.

One exception to the trend was the lovely Daniel V, runner up on Project Runway this year. Yes this post could be a bit influenced by my petit crush on him, but he was really charming. Yea, he’s been at every single club in New York since the show has ended including like Culture Club, probably juicing his 10 mins, but he posed in sev pics with us and followed us to PM too. A fellow glam crewmember told him, and I quote: “I was on my floor dry-heaving on my knees when you lost” to which, instead of walking away, he just said “that’s kinda scary.” Kinda scary indeed, especially as said friend was about as stalkerazzi as the photogs on Lablowhan—I think she actually demonstrated the dry heaving.

More later, when im less hungover from last night’s debacles.

when ISN'T there a "coke event" going on in manhattan...

2006-03-29T11:56:00.000-05:00

everything brighter on the coke side of life- take my word.

pls do not rsvp if you are grotsky, fugly, or broke-ass.

sashay shante

2006-03-29T09:23:00.001-05:00

the little birdy has now informed me that she was actually a black TRANNY hooker.
which makes it so much more appropriate that Mr. John Rocker has such neatly groomed body hair!

you betta work.

i could care less about sports...

2006-03-29T09:10:00.000-05:00

but this Red Sox hottie was spotted gettin tipsy with a Nubian Hooker last night. yes, gentleman, even proathletes with neatly waxed chests are sometimes forced to pay for their pussy.

:)

dirty priests...

2006-03-28T11:01:00.000-05:00

a seminal film from a seminal film maker, joe cultrera. It was the official selection of the Florida and cinequest film festivals, among others, and Michael Moore says "Hand of God is exceptional documentary work." Screening in Orlando, FL now, and Ashland, Oregon April 6-10 (for all you Oregonians who read this like your daily crack fix). I will let y'all know when it is coming to NYC and Boston, and will also be sure to notify re: screening party. Seriously though, this is an important work that has to be seen. My uncle has fought tirelessly against the sick corruption of the catholic church and the extraordinary freedom in which these priests were allowed to pursue their campaign of abuse. Hand of God, unlike any other look at this topic, is a poetic and provocative tale of one survivor and his family. From baptism to abuse; silence to dialogue; resignation to action, the film follows one person's internal and external journey from potential priest to scathing critic. Please check out the website, www.handofgodfilm.com to learn more about this powerful documentary.

RED CARPET WEDNESDAY

2006-03-27T13:56:00.000-05:00

This wednesday will be funner than usual, as yours truly, and the rest of the glamorama crew will be getting retarded at the open bar at marquee before heading out to pm to celebrate the fab serebe and charles' festivusfortherestofus, aka the day of their entry into this beautiful world. let me know if you want to attend--of course we will post all the deets up for you poor souls who live in say, anchorage, or, gasp! topeka. just tell aramis at the door you are on kristian's list.
details of last weekend to follow, just a lil thing called work, darling. (though for how long they will continue to suffer my antics is another question)

Pumps and a bump

2006-03-27T11:45:00.000-05:00

Well yet another weekend of complete and utter debauchery spawned by none other than Mr. Glamoramma himself. I'll skip of the part where we spend far too many hours drinking far too many comp'ed bottles at a lame club where girls from Jersey thought it would be cool to bring girls gone wild to nyc... FYI: its not.

Jump ahead to the Motherland... Marquee. Now by the time my cohort, the one and only g-unit, and I actually arrived at Marquee it was 3 am and they weren't letting anyone else in. Except for us. Special thanks to my baby's cousin's brother's mama's friend (or a fellow sorority sister) who had some serious hook-ups (literally) with the manager.

Marquee, as always, was bumping. Its like the local Sunday brunch venue you and all your friends know and love and can practically recite the menu. But, in this case its what time the good music goes on, where the best tables are, who are the lame bankers and which are the hot athletes, what stalls the models and LiLo bumps yay in and so on....

And then there is me, so my latest problem was actually not remembering what the guy looks like, where he is from, or what he does.... tonight: its his name. It was like listening to a chinese man recite your delivery order back while you are drunk and high with only 1 bar left on your cell phone. Not that this guy was chinese, in fact, he referred to himself as Persian which I am told has several elitist innuendos, but saying you're a WASP/Jap/prepster (or some version of it...) doesn't exactly paint a picture of starving children in Somalia.

After receiving a nice gentlemanly call from him on Sunday afternoon I returned the call only to realize that I still wasn't sure if his name was Human? Kuman? So I did what any single girl in her 20s would do: I opened up a random Indian menu and decided to call him Vindaloo. No correlation I know, but I like Vindaloo and perhaps I will like him too.

Confessions of a bathroom attendant

2006-03-24T17:25:00.000-05:00

RE: m's post. In the height of my penury this summer, I actually applied to a job as a bathroom attendant at Frederick's. I will try find this email, because I am curious as to what skills I wrote about in my cover letter that would make me ideal for the job. I must have mentioned my love of shit, my obsession with watching people pee, and my strange compulsion to give people pieces of gum. I can see my friends coming into the bathroom at Frederick's and my pretending I just like to chill in the bathroom and I am super helpful.
Seriously though, our last post raises a good subject. I mean I can see a best-selling book as we speak. They must be privvy to every intimate detail of people's bathroom behavior from celebrities to commoners, hustlers to bathroom architect aficionadoes. Who is willing to take the brave and maybe dangerous step of publishing this much needed tome?

bathroom attendant is a gold digga

2006-03-24T16:26:00.000-05:00

Honestly, the new Pink Elephant is hot. The Escada Charity fashion show there last night, even hotter. And the little cocktail mixers in the shape of elephants? That shits on fire. Minnie Driver who hosted the St. Judes event was darling in yellow. And the Escada line was pretty ridic, well, until I stopped watching to double fist drinks at the open bar while scanning the male horizon for anyone looking straighter than.... well... Mr. Glamoramma himself.

What's not hot? The bathroom attendant posting signs in the bathroom stalls that read "to thank me is to tip me". Really? I thought to thank you was to flush the toilet, do the chicken dance, puke on the rim of the seat, and then knock over all the little bottles of fake perfume you have so lovely provided. Don't get me wrong, I'll throw some bills your way, but don't beg. I mean you're hanging out in a bathroom for a living. We get it. We're thankful that you clean up after messy bulimics, snow blowing sluts, and the girls who pee all over the toilets bc they refuse to sit down (yep that last one is me, and you too so don't deny it).

Anyway, I won't say I was riding the blackout train last night but hitting on married men with WWJD bracelets from Apprentice Season 4 and chatting up sketch dudes in the middle of the street to 'meet up later'... lets just say the night gets a little grey... business cards should really come with pictures, or at least Date of Birth, or weight, or all three. Maybe they should have dating cards you give people... or people who get drunk and don't remember like me if you were talking to David Hasselhoff or a 5'2 cyclops who happened to have a full bottle of greygoose for your disposal... Which reminds me of a certain date i agreed to go one with a guy i gave my business card to at the Hudson... lets just say my friends refer to as the hunchback of notre dame... and its not because he lived in a church :(

last night...

2006-03-24T14:25:00.000-05:00

so i strollled into work 3 hours late. i had 20 emails, the kicker being one from my boss saying quote "you are unfathomable." great. I just popped a 30mg time release adderall (thanks j) and now am awaiting the soothing effects of absolute focus as I listen to shakira's newest song over and over on my ipod.
some highlights from last night:
Sunflower foundation benefit--amazing photographs (unfortunaletly I had no cash-money to bid on anything), plus beautiful (if somewhat accented) speech by the equally beautiful Helena Houdova, czech supermodel. Equally wondrous was the fact that I could convince myself that every drink I drank was helping a child somewhere. 7 of those convincings later, it was still only 10 pm and the crowd was still full of male models who were definitely not flirting with me.

me and my gay twin exited with our friends about 30 mins and 3 drinks and 2 bags later where we prompted assaulted by a group of semi-beauties and their one very gay straight dude friend asking us if we ever made out with girls. hmmm. unless its gisele or you are an exceptional kisser. waited for a cab for about 45 minutes after prying our friend from a predator who claimed to manage several hedge funds. oh yea then why are you wearing a timex watch?

aspen after that--no axl rose sightings this time, but after a bottle we were ready to head over to bungalow 8, where george clooney was chilling in the signature vip table back left holding court with a posse of less then beautiful ladies. was suprised at how youthful he looked, and as always, a bit short. seriously a hottie though.

the night ended with a stint at pink elephant where three people pointed at me and asked me if I was Carson Daly. I sweetly asked if she was anna nicole smith post stomach stapling. two other girls came up to me to tell me I was pretty. not sure how I feel about that. I guess pretty is better than ugly.

the night ended around 7 am when i decided I needed to be in my own bed and left my friends and walked through the west village carrying all my clothes. I looked like a hustler. but an expensive one....big kiss

we heart frivolous elitist magazines and their openbars

2006-03-23T15:54:00.000-05:00

Greg Giraldo and me

2006-03-23T15:24:00.000-05:00

Walkin down the street to meet P at Coffee Shop I was stopped by Greg Giraldo and a camera crew. The conversation ensues:
Greg: Have you ever had a prostrate exam?
Me: No
Greg: You look like the type of guy who gets one all the time.
Me: No
Greg: How old are you?
Me: 15
Greg: I am pretty sure you had one last night.
Me: I am pretty sure your dad gave you one.
Greg: Actually my Troop leader gave me one when I was little.
Me: I bet it was more than once.
Greg: Oh yea..
Me: Did you orgasm
Greg: I am orgasming right now.
Me: Me too, you make me hard.
Resuming in March, see Greg on Comedy Central every Friday night from 8:30-11pm (7:30-10pm Central) on "Friday Night with Greg Giraldo"--watch for my clip. I am the one rockin the D&G sunglasses and the baby blue hoody.

PM 3/22-3/23

2006-03-23T03:04:00.000-05:00

Sightings....Travis Fimmel, one time CK model from australia (who could forget the semi nude pics that would make any man woman or asian child orgasm just a lil' bit) at PM with hair dyed blackish-brown wearing an argyle vest and leaning against a center banquette for about 2 hours. relatively inconspicous and attracting less than average female/gay attention. Though I urged my compatriots to take a less than flattering pic, no one had the heart to comply. yes its 3:16 am and yes I have to be at work in t-6 hours. what is a fakely tanned boy who needs to lose 5 (ok 7) lbs to do?

2006-03-22T21:43:00.001-05:00

you think you know

2006-03-22T21:43:00.000-05:00

you think you know
all i know for a fact is:
a certain orange someone is not allowed at a "certain venue" during the winter music conference in miami because her antics over new years have the not-as-cool-as-in-nyc emergency medical/law enforcement on high alert for more underage O.D. action...HA

Post Nose Job???

2006-03-22T13:01:00.000-05:00

just hazarding a guess gossip girl...

we don't call page six

2006-03-21T23:50:00.000-05:00

they call us...
new blind item:
what "italian" drama-star with a bad nose job is reportedly "afraid to take it in the ass"

hows that for a blind item mr. glamorama??

Starving Kids and Free Drinks

2006-03-21T21:13:00.000-05:00

So here's the deal, pay $30 to rub shoulders with the stars (and I dont mean lame b-listers like Tori Spelling or the narrator from desperate housewives...just cuz she talks doesnt mean she should have showed up at the golden globes) or at least rub shoulders with me, and partake of the open bar and delish appetizers. since i had the photographer I promise you'll get your picture taken too!

2006-03-20T22:11:00.000-05:00

yea...thats right. fuck you if you dont know who I am yet...

2006-03-20T22:05:00.000-05:00

this is it...the new place for sultry hookups wit rich sugar daddies or sinful bathroom binges without tipping the attendant more than $5. it all happens this wednesday at pm,from 11:15 on. if you know, say hi. otherwise find your own drama

Adventures in Frivolity

2006-03-08T13:20:00.000-05:00

you think you know but you have absolutely no idea what it's like to be us in new York in 2006.
from now on this site will be the future of gawker stalker but with first hand accounts and true stories of an embarrassing nature. yes we need to work on our web capabilities--ie inserting pictures, learning how to actually type without a secretary or adderall or another illicit substance, or actually making this site more than just words on the page. but me and my partner in crime-unidentified of course, will make sure you, our loyal readers know every inch of juicy (eww this is starting to sound like a sex reference) gossip, event or general frivolity that we come across in our forays into the shallow, beautiful, and drug filled world of our new york. stay tuned for drunken posts, revealing stories, and salacious tidbits from my partner in crime, v for vendetta style.

Adventures in Frivolity

2006-03-08T13:05:00.000-05:00

Adventures in Frivolity

glamorama's partner in crime
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la
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