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Doing her best not to think about her recent breakup with Benji Madden, Paris Hilton was spotted out with punk rock chick Avril Lavigne at Villa Lounge last night (November 21).
The “House of Wax” cutie looked to be having a good time with the “Hot” singer, looking cute in a black, yellow, and grey dress with a yellow headband, while Lavigne rocked a multicolored hoodie.
The stars were out in full force last night (November 14), attending the Grand Opening Ceremony of The Fontainebleau Hotel on South Beach in Miami, Florida.
Taking over ribbon-cutting duties, Victoria’s Secret supermodel Heidi Klum was all smiles as she mingled amongst a guest list including everyone from Hollywood starlets to All-Star athletes.
As the world waited and watched to see who would be the next President of the United States, Jessica Alba was in New York City, hobnobbing with some important people including George Pataki, Harvey Weinstein and Charles Gargano.
The “Fantastic Four” hottie was spotted at the Bipartisan Election Night Party at Public House, looking fit and fine in a black dress with a black and white striped scarf.
Besides being a red-hot supermodel and a doting mother/wife, Heidi Klum is also known for throwing one heck of a great Halloween party.
And last night, the “Project Runway” babe teamed up with Absolut 100 for “Heidi Klum’s Halloween Party” held at 1-OAK in New York City.
Following a fantastic trip across the world to Tokyo, Japan, Lindsay Lohan is back in the States, and was spotted at the FEARnet 2nd Anniversary Party held at the Cellar Bar in the Bryant Park Hotel in New York City last night (October 30).
The “Georgia Rule” babe looked sexy as she posed on the red carpet, sporting a short-sleeved v-neck black dress with black stockings and a pair of black high-heeled ankle boots.
Radar magazine has come and gone for the third time, folding suddenly last Friday—but as Michael Musto pointed out, when a party's already been paid for, you might as well go ahead with it. And so a mockup of the magazine's last cover, featuring actress Shannen Doherty, sat on the red carpet in front of Citrine, where editor Maer Roshan was smiling for photographers. As of 11p.m., neither Shannen nor the party's promoter had been made aware that the magazine had unceremoniously folded, and that she was gracing the cover of its last issue. Directly in front of Maer, asphalt was being dumped onto the street and stamped into place by construction workers, leaving the people in line to cough on the fumes while they adjusted their Halloween masks. Was this irrational hubris or performance art?
"You'll be seeing us again in some way!" he told us without blinking or laughing once. Performance art.
"You're killing me," sighed the flack at the door when we were finally plucked from the line and had the audacity to bring in a guest. No, we're killing print! It did seem a bit ironic that the final Radar party was wildly oversubscribed.
So Maer, how are you feeling? "We put out sixteen good issues," he said, adding that he'll be an editor-at-large at Tina Brown's Daily Beast, "helping out." Will he have to go into the office? "Only when I feel like it."
Meanwhile, we heard the rumor of a party guest who was laid off at Radar on Friday, hired at Culture + Travel on Monday, and laid off again on Wednesday when that magazine folded. And this was all before covergirl Shannen Doherty arrived, who showed up dressed in black shiny leggings, looking like a sexy cat. (We were promised absolutely "no access" to her.)
As Nick Denton wrote in 2005,
"Gawker has covered Radar to the point of absurdity, as if it was a reality TV show, in which every actor and every action, however minor, was worthy of mention. Maer said that, at Radar, everyone was a celebrity. The blogs have taken him at his word. One day he'll appreciate the attention; but not just yet."
While the party was just (yet another) Radar wake, it felt like much more: Maer Roshan has always been one of the biggest believers in magazines and in the now-outdated idea that they can be culturally relevant—a fine industry to dedicate your life to. After a brutal week of magazine foldings and months of layoffs, it felt like we were mourning much more than the third death of Radar.
[Photos: Nick McGlynnn for Random Night Out]
Previously: Radar 2.0 Launch Party
Radar 2.0 Wake
Radar 3.0 Launch
One side-benefit of Wall Street's turmoil: cabaret club The Box hasn't been entirely booked up by cash-waving bankers this year for holiday parties. And that let Nerve, the sex-and-babycare web publishing group, take over the venue last night for a party. Here with his wife Alisa is Rufus Griscom—now a father-of-two—trying to recapture Nerve's erotic heyday. After the jump, an unusual branding opportunity for Hendricks gin, sponsor of the event. (NSFW).
Any i-bankers out there with plenty of time on their hands and some anguish to exorcise? Our readers need to understand what went wrong on Wall Street. And they may also need someone to blame for losses on the markets in the last two weeks. Any financial-sector masochists want to do penance by explaining the credit crunch in the comments? You can remain anonymous. Email me to apply for this position. (It pays in worthless credit default swaps.)
Fresh off of the big Los Angeles premiere of “High School Musical 3: Senior Year,” Zac Efron and friends headed out in Hollywood to ring in his 21st birthday on Saturday night (October 18).
Starting off at Pace nightclub, fellow partygoers included Zac’s co-star girlfriend, Vanessa Hudgens, along with pals Monique Coleman, Ashley Tisdale, Jared Murillo, Brittany Snow, Amanda Bynes, Aly and AJ Michalka and Michelle Trachtenberg.
It’s one of the most significant events in a teenage girl’s life, and yesterday (October 5) Miley Cyrus celebrated her sweet sixteen birthday a bit early (her actual birthday is November 23).
The “7 Things” songstress was hanging out in familiar territory, performing at Disneyland for 5000 fans, who each paid a hefty $250 for tickets to Miley’s Sweet 16- Share the Celebration party.
Ringing in her 25th birthday in Las Vegas, Nicky Hilton was the center of attention as she partied it up at PURE nightclub at Caesars Palace on Saturday night (October 4).
The socialite designer was treated to gifts and cake as she was surrounded by family and friends, including boyfriend David Katzenberg, as well as parents Rick and Kathy and sister Paris, who brought her rocker beau Benji Madden to share in the good times.
Keeping things casual with jeans and a black top, Mario Lopez struck a few poses on the red carpet as he arrived at his birthday bash on Friday night (October 3).
Held at The Bank nightclub at Bellagio Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas, Lopez opted to ring in his 35th a week early - as his actual birthday happens to be October 10th.
Brit outsider Toby Young has made a career out of getting fired from Vanity Fair, among other things. How to Lose Friends and Alienate People is now a movie—take that, Graydon Carter. A gathering was held at Soho House to celebrate, and to give people the chance to pretend to be friends with some while alienating others. What advice would Young give to the young creative underclass trying to make it? "Don't get too comfortable," he said, after clambering off the table on which he had been speechifying about feeling "like a hobbit in the kingdom of ill" and getting heckled by Kirsten Dunst. In today's media jungle, "you could get fired within the next 48 hours." Click for photos by Nikola Tamindzic and gossip.
New York Times reporter and recovery memoirist David Carr brought up the afternoon's faux pas: I had impulsively Facebook-friended him without, um, meeting him before. "I hovered over your picture for a moment," he rasped. "I thought, 'She seems nice!" He seized me by the shoulders. "Are you going to ass-fuck me, though? You really can't tell."
Carr's close personal friend in sobriety, actor Tom Arnold, said he just loved fameballs like Julia Allison. Really? "Yes!" Why would an actual celebrity care about fake famous people? "Their stories are well-written... Do you like them? Do you hate them? I can't tell. I see you guys trying out other people, seeing how they'll play." Fameball tryouts! He hugged me.
Observer roustabout George Gurley was lamenting his one-month-and-counting ban from celeb coke den Beatrice Inn, from which he was barred after his affectionate piece about the West Village bar ran in Fashion Week Daily. He's been "so much more productive" during his shutout. Kirsten Dunst probably hasn't, though, as they let her in the door quite often.
Dating columnist Julia Allison refuted dating rumors in legalese: "I'm technically single." Also: "I am hiring a publicist as soon as I get the money." But doesn't Web 2.0 allow everyone the freedom to be their own publicist? "As we've seen, that doesn't always work so well."
There is a thing as too much freedom.
Click for the gallery slideshow by Nikola Tamindzic/Home of the Vain:
With Milan Fashion Week Spring/Summer 2009 in full-swing, Gwyneth Paltrow has been making her rounds, and looking fabulous in the process.
And last night, the “Shakespeare in Love” babe played hostess at TOD’s Private Dinner Celebrating Pashmy Dream Short Film, sporting a gorgeous peach-colored sleeveless dress with black stockings and a pair of chunky black heels.
The 60th Annual Primetime Emmys, held last night at Los Angeles’ Nokia Theatre, was one of television’s biggest nights of the year. And once the action inside the theater was over, there was plenty of post-awards show fun to be had.
Stars like Hayden Panettiere, Susan Sarandon, and Tim Robbins headed over to the HBO Post-Emmys Reception to chill out and relax. The “Heroes” hottie looked stunning in a navy blue dress with black accents.
Last Friday, we were wondering how many people we could fit on our new office roof deck before it collapsed. So we bought a bunch of alcohol and invited a whole lot of people over! It was a nicely catered clusterfuck. The roof stayed intact. Nick McGlynn took photos.
Click for the slideshow.
The 60th Annual Prime Time Emmy Awards are here! Aren't you watching? Not the stupid daytime stuff, but Prime Time, where the money gets spent! E!'s red carpet extravaganza just got underway, and Jimmy Kimmel's pre-game show starts on ABC at 7:00. So, for all of those who want to share the merry—and make fun of people's clothing and bad one-liners—please come on in!
Back out on a trip to New York City, Lauren Conrad attended a Sony Product Preview event showcasing the latest in Vaio laptop designs on Monday evening (September 15).
The Sony Vaio “My Graphic Splash” Contest Party was held at the Mansion Club in the Chelsea district of Manhattan, with LC hitting the red carpet in a blue and gold Egyptian-style dress with a pair of super-high strappy heels and a Chanel purse over her arm.
Following an evening out at the Pink party in Santa Monica, pregnant actress Jennifer Garner was spotted keeping up with her active social calendar by attending a house party in Beverly Hills on Sunday (September 14).
Expecting her second child later this year, the former “Alias” actress wore a yellow floral print maternity top with jeans as she carried a basket full of baby goods into the afternoon fete.
Well, you are a plebe, so you obviously didn't spend it with Bill Cunningham. The New York Times' roving fashion photog doesn't waste his precious film on just anyone with a cute tank top and those adorable sandals you got on sale. The guy is hanging with Eva Mendes, for Pete's sake! Mayor Mike! People named Rockefeller! Peggy Freakin' Noonan!! Maybe next Fashion Week, you'll get into one of these beautiful people parties, but let's be honest—you're nothing but a pair of shoes to this guy. [Party Photos, FW Street Shoe Show; audio slideshow warning @ NYT]
These days in the fashion industry things are more cutthroat than ever. But Calivin Klein has been the definition of longevity, as evidenced by the 40th Anniversary Party last night.
New York City’s High Line played host to the glitzy and glamorous affair, and stars like Halle Berry, Naomi Watts, and Claire Danes all showed up to partake in the festivities.
On Friday, lease negotiations broke down between the owner of Astroland, Coney Island's honky-tonk, 46-year-old amusement park, and its landlord, Thor Equities. It was abruptly announced that the scruffy Brooklyn park would shut down forever on Sunday—a month ahead of schedule. Damn, gentrification! Would it really be the last day? Who knows—the future of Coney Island in recent years has been as topsy-turvey as the Tilt-a-Whirl. There was nothing to do but board the F train and visit Astroland one last time. Step right up—into the wild and weird world where you, too, can purchase panties off the boardwalk.
The subway ride was a level of hell I have not recently experienced on the MTA. An exhausted-looking man with three kids sat across from me the entire ride, alternately changing his shabbily-clad childrens' diapers and barking at them to "Shut the fuck up!" I kept hoping he would get off at the next stop, but he didn't: of course, he was going to Coney Island.
When the train pulled into the Surf Avenue station, bloodcurdling screams went up from the 9 to 12-year-olds on board. "Last day!" they cried, running towards the door. Mami already needed a beer.
The Astroland environment immediately transformed every child into a whirling, shrieking wraith. Everything was as it should be: a woman on the boardwalk sold jewelry and a pile of worn-looking panties off a table, four for $10. The the games, rides—which may be sold to the Middle East when all this is over—and shooting ranges were popping.
There were assorted camera crews there to document the park's probable death, as well as many lone white dudes with cameras. Maybe they all had photoblogs.
So, WTF was going on? I asked the man who manned the "Shoot Em Win" booth on Surf Avenue, near Astroland's gaping maw.
"It's going to hurt a lot of people. It's going to hurt a lot of working people," said Mike, who has worked this booth for "a lotta years." The Daily News reported Astroland as employing 75 year-round workers and 275 seasonal ones.
"Two shots, five bucks, win a stuffed animal," he told a young boy who approached the stand. The kid was dragged off by his older brother, who told him, "Don't spend that ten, boo." Mike isn't sure if Shoot Em Win will return next year—it's all up in the air.
So was it really closing? I asked the Black Scorpion, a Texas gentleman who had just performed as part of the Circus Sideshow—which will not close, as Coney Island USA own the building. His act involved tying his shoelaces with his so-called "lobster hands"—he was born with only three fingers on each one. "Looks that way," he sighed. People were lining up for a "Future of Coney Island" peep show in which we peered into dioramas that depicted what Coney Island might look like post-rezoning. It was not pretty.
So was Astroland gone for good? Probably. Maybe. Nobody quite knew, not even the park's employees. Your answer depends on how much of a cynic you are. Like the game where you squirt water into a ceramic clown's mouth, it's all just a crapshoot anyway.
I tried to win a dirty stuffed clownfish from the Claw machine, and lost two quarters.
[Photo: ElissaSCA's Flickr]
A campaign official for Virginia's Lieutenant Governor cancelled an order for 150 tourist guides on Minneapolis-St. Paul when she discovered they included a section on gay and lesbian nightclubs. "'Having a section dedicated solely to GLBT will be a BIG problem for many of our folks. We simply can't hand them out,' wrote the aide, Melissa Busse, in an email to the guidebook publisher, Rake Publishing." However, all those God-fearing Republicans stumbling into town had Twin City's gay clubs overflowing with out-of-towners.
"'We've had quite a spike, mostly people who are curious come down and they wind up leaving and having a good time,' said Robert Parker, the manager of the Gay 90's club in downtown Minneapolis which features a popular 'drag queen' show. 'Mississippi, Alabama, California, Arizona, I've seen people from all over,' said Parker."
As for the Virginians and the tourist guides they refused to collect, Parker says, "Shame on them. [The club] is all about inclusiveness, including everybody no matter who and what you are, and I think if perhaps Republicans come and see that and they would come in and see that the world could be that way, and they may learn something."
"In a statement, Virginia Lt. Gov Bolling said he was sorry the cancellation occurred 'and wish it had not happened.' He said the delegation would reimburse the publisher for his costs." [ABC News]
It’s a pretty common thing these days for night clubs to hire celebrities to host parties. And last night (September 5), Rachel Bilson was all about looking hot at The Bank club in the Bellagio Resort Hotel and Casino.
The “Last Kiss” cutie played hostess for the Ultimate Bachelorette Party, and she was turning heads in a sleeveless pink, orange, and black minidress with black high heels.
After making a trip to see her local psychic earlier in the day, Lauren Conrad got all prettied up and headed out for a night of partying in Tinseltown on Thursday (September 4).
The MTV reality starlet ventured over to the Nylon magazine Pre-VMA party in Los Angeles, looking sexy in a sleeveless black belted minidress paired with strappy black heels.
With all of the hype and hoopla surrounding the 2008 MTV Video Music Awards, there’s plenty to do in Tinseltown. And Paris Hilton was spotted out and about last night, enjoying yet another industry party.
The “Hottie and the Nottie” babe sported a retro style grey party dress as she left the Roosevelt Hotel in Los Angeles following the Nylon magazine Pre-VMA shindig. Unfortunately, during the course of the night, Miss Hilton scored a stain on the front of her outfit.
When your parents are David and Victoria Beckham, everything gets upgraded to the best of the best- and that includes birthday parties.
And yesterday Romeo James Beckham celebrated his sixth birthday (which was actually on Monday, September 1st) with the help of some of mom and dad’s celebrity friends.
Apparently Barack Obama left Invesco Field in a Jeep, and is now just cruising the streets of downtown Denver with his new political buddies, and they're all shopping and going to Starbucks like elitist gay fashion models. It's all in the animation after the jump, which might be some kind of Republican smear on Obama being a vapid celebrity but which also is definitely mesmerizing. A tipster found it on a message board somewhere. Enjoy!
(It might flicker at first but should smooth out after a few seconds.)
She may have turned 19 last Thursday, but Hayden Panettiere waited until Sunday afternoon (August 24) for her big pool party.
The “I Love You Beth Cooper” babe donned a super sexy gold sparkly two-piece bikini along with a gold “Rockstar” necklace and a big pointed purple party hat.
The A-listers were out in full force on Saturday night, attending an exclusive party to launch the Trump International Hotel & Tower Dubai thrown by Donald Trump and Sultan Ahmed bin Sulayem at a private estate in Bel-Air.
Joining the real estate mogul were stars such as Heroes hotties Hayden Panettiere and Ali Larter, along with Orlando Bloom, Hilary Swank, Lucy Liu and Kate Walsh, among others.
They’re relationship’s rumored to be on the rocks, but Nicole Scherzinger and her race car driver beau Lewis Hamilton arrived side-by-side at the EA Sports’ Madden NFL Football Game party last night (August 7).
Held at STK restaurant in West Hollywood, the pair partied it up alongside fellow celebs including “The Hills” star Lauren Conrad and Britney Spears’ ex Kevin Federline, among others.
We asked for spies to infiltrate (far too dramatic a term, really) the Julia Allison/ Nonsociety pilot show shoot yesterday. We know the event caused a good deal of drama amongst the fameballs themselves; but what was it like for the average attendee, drawn in by the heady promise of proximity to Mary Rambin and co.? Gawker commenter Rolls Royce Revenge obliged by sending us a full report on the doings. The full tale of the "profoundly weird" experience (and JA's "steaming heaps of charisma"), after the jump:
Sooooooooooooooo. Went to the Fifth Avenue Fameball Fake Friends Soirée last night, my expectations just a tad lower than my ostensible hostesses’ necklines. The IMI Club turned out to be a cushy, slightly Deco space atop 745 Fifth Avenue , the thoroughly Deco hulk overlooking Bergdorf’s. Met at the elevator with a gent bearing cocktails; the spread of sushi and cheese was ample, yet tasteful, and ornamented with lovely bouquets of flowers. The President, Vice-President and Director Emeritus of the Lemoncake Stupid Society were all there, faming away. Or I think they were, as I don’t really know Mary and Meghan from a hole in the ground. JA, on the other hand, fills a room with steaming heaps of charisma. She is surprisingly petite for a person I had always imagined to be rather tall and voluptuous; if I may degrade a quote from Henry James’ “The Europeans,” “she may not have a huge bosom—but she holds her head the way a woman with a huge bosom should.” With a fairy-tale complexion and a poisoned apple-laugh, she’s Snow White, Rose Red, the Wicked Stepmother and the Big Bad Wolf wrapped up20in a Pez-dispenser sized pack.
The other guests arrived and lo, they were a far more attractive and interesting bunch than expected, if a little tentative. I met and spoke with several people in music, law, finance, medicine and the arts, representing a fair cross-section of our fair city, none of whom seemed to have any clear idea of why they were there or why a sequel to “Heathers” was being filmed a little to the left of the cheese plate. Ironically, the vibe was much more High Society than Non-Society, suggesting that our erstwhile adventuresses had once again overshot the mark and were in danger of being outclassed by their crashers. Part of the disconnect was the simple fact that JA, Grumpy and Happy were continually surrounded by the camera crew, which made mingling with their guests a little awkward. Those admiring the (stunning) view were temporarily herded indoors at one point so that the main camera could film JA and either Mary or the other one talking or laughing or pouting or maybe just being disappointed with themselves. The other reason was that while initial comments suggested that our mutual friend Jennifer—of course you know Jennifer—had invited us all, subsequent mentions of Gawker page views left me suspecting that anyone there not working the event or a little white dog was one of you lot, in which case, next commentor’s ball should be clothing=2 0optional. It’s a bit hard to go up to someone and say “I think you’re kind of a clown and I am here sort of on a dare.” Particularly when the soft-shelled crab cakes are ZOMG sooooooooo super-yummo!
I am not fond of those who abuse hospitality, which is kind of what I’m doing here, so allow me to say: Julia, your party was fab. The food was great, the venue was beautiful, your dog is adorable, I really enjoyed the whole thing. My regards to Whosis and Whatsherface.
That said, in retrospect, the event seems profoundly weird.
Why was this party—which must have taken quite a bit of planning and expense—thrown together “at the last minute?”
How is it that three girls about town could not fill an intimate room with 35 people they actually knew? (I am guessing at least half of those there were responding to the letter on Gawker.)
Why was the party taking place in 1986? Was there a PS on the Gawker letter that said Cplease come dressed as a bit character from American Psycho?”
And could it be20that Miss Mary is less disappointed in herself than in herself standing next to Julia Allison? In which case, sucks to be you, kiddo. You just hitched your wagon to a publicity black hole.
In closing, why did I have so much fun? Is my life that bereft of adorable dogs and guys trying not to knock me out with a sound boom? Could it be that every one of us is alone on an Art Deco terrace, slightly disappointed with ourselves as we nibble the miso-infused strip steak skewer of fate? Aren’t we all, at the end of the superglamorous slightly Spy Magazine day, Mary Rambin? Or the other one?
Except for Julia, of course. And her little dog, too.
It was all about style at the big Vanity Fair party last night in Beverly Hills, California hosted by Louis Vuitton. And stars like Emmanuelle Chriqui, Amy Adams, Emma Roberts, and Angie Harmon all showed up looking glamorous.
“Entourage” hottie Emmanuelle Chriqui was turning heads as she arrived, sporting a gold v-neck top paired with a yellow beaded skirt and some shiny black high heels.
He’s considered one of the hottest guys on television. And last night, Ed Westwick had a celebrity-sized celebration for his 21st birthday at TAO Night Club inside the Venetian Resort Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas.
The “Gossip Girl” stud was all decked out for the evening, looking festive in a black suit with a white button-up shirt and black tie as he posed for the paparazzi outside the shindig.
An epic battle for control of the Internet was waged Friday night under the shadow of the Manhattan Bridge. n+1 editor and novelist Keith Gessen threw a party to “Take Back the Internet.” He basically invited everyone who has ever been mean to him online, as well as readers of his Tumblr, which is mostly aimed at hostile blog commenters. And so Hamilton, Pareene, and I had no choice but to head over to DUMBO and fight for the Internet.
Lest you get your hopes up—honestly, no battle was fought that night, unless one counts the collective, epic consumption of Brooklyn Lagers. Cruelly, the task of dispensing the beer had been assigned to n+1’s young, nubile interns (both men and women.) Apparently this is a time-honored tradition. A plastic cup pleaded for a $1 donation per beer for these poor foot-soldiers of culture.
N+1's office was fairly small, sweltering, and full of people who kept inadvertently poking each other—much like the Internet itself. Who was crammed inside? We saw journalist Wesley Yang, Brian Stelter (formerly of TVNewser, currently of the NYT), and Harper's/n+1 contributor Christian Lorentzen (who we hear is dating an intern) and Harper's Miriam Markowitz. The New Yorker's Malcolm Gladwell was there, and someone showed him a cell-phone photo of themselves dressed up as him for Halloween, complete with an oversized curly wig. Luckily, Gladwell was amused.
The party was something of a minefield: people who live in glass Internets will eventually have a beery, slightly awkward conversation with somebody they threw an e-brick at. For example, I met Keith, who had not forgotten my declaring n+1 as not, in fact, the most important literary magazine of our time.
“Got any other suggestions?” he asked shortly after shaking my hand. (Meanwhile, I silently pondered his online remark referring to us as “card-carrying enemies of culture.” Should I update my business card?)
Jessica Wakeman, formerly of the HuffPo and now stringing for the Observer, wandered the crowd looking for Pareene. “He wrote about me!” she said. She was no doubt referring to his “earnest feminism” remark. An introduction was made.
Near the end of the evening—I am told—Gessen made a speech. Ever single person from Gawker was drunk (except for Hamilton) in the hallway at the time and missed it. However, eyewitness reports describe the novelist standing on a piece of furniture, waving his arms around in a mostly-futile call for silence:
He had spent the last two weeks on the Internet! he shouted over the din of the crowd. And during that time, he learned that the Internet was a place where people expressed their pain! (“Isn’t that what literature is?” somebody shouted back.) He would continue to express his pain via the Internet, he declared! Eventually, he got off the table.
A commenter for this website admitted to Gessen afterwards that he had been the one who had told him, online, to “suck his balls.” They embraced.
Meanwhile, there was no more beer. And so, the card-carrying enemies of culture headed down the rainy street to an empty bar, unsure of whether or not the battle had been won—or even fought. No matter. We continued to drink, expressing our pain long into the night.
[Photo: Joe's NYC]
We’re used to seeing her milling around Southern California, but last night Rachel Bilson was on the East Coast mingling and hobnobbing with the artsy crowd.
The “Last Kiss” cutie was spotted at the Whitney Art Party and Auction at the Skylight Gallery in New York City’s Manhattan borough.
Continuing along with a string of birthday parties in her honor, Kendra Wilkinson was spotted partying it up at Crobar in Chicago on Saturday night (June 14).
Wearing a sexy little multi-colored strapless dress, the “Girls Next Door” starlet mingled and posed with family and friends in between a little dancing and a lot of tequila-swilling.