Archive for June, 2010

While interviewing for a “Booking Editor” position at a start-up magazine last week, I was thrown into a model casting to test my skills. One by one, over thirty male and female models pranced — or crept — into the casting room; several were giddy and outwardly confident, but most were unable to mask their [...]

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I have always been obsessed by glass houses, and even more so by the people who inhabit them. Robert Rubin is a total pimp and a collector of something even more exciting than fine art … fine architecture.
After Rubin got rich on Wall Street, he was able to pursue his real passion for collecting, and [...]

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Yesterday I had a refreshing break from the evil Parisians who seem to despise me and seize any chance they get to be rude to my face. After I had a riff with some xenophobic Frenchmen at lunch, I was strolling past the old-school, pink VW van of a charming pizzeria in the Marais. It [...]

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I recently received an expensive camera as a belated birthday gift, and it makes HD-quality videos, so basically, I can shoot my very own vodka advertisements, and other important things like that for Youtube.
But filmmaking is hard. Apparently even Woody Allen, the miniature king of cinema, does not yet have sufficient funding for his next [...]

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I was dining at a chic Parisian restaurant when I heard the abrasive, American voice of a drunk girl. I turned my head to find Tara Reid, the D-List celebrity who is famous for partying too much and exposing her naughty bits to the paparazzi. She was in a popular, raunchy teen movie about 100 [...]

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The hottest supermodels come from Brazil. Everybody knows that. Where would the Victoria’s Secret catalogue be without this genetically blessed South American nation?
A recent New York Times exposé on the subject of “model hunting” reveals that scouts target the rural Brazilian towns that were colonized by Europeans and pray that the current citizens will still [...]

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I went to Saint-Tropez this weekend to soak up the first rays of summer, and I had the good fortune of eating at an outrageously over-the-top French restaurant in the hills. It is owned by a giant Corsican man, Bruno, who is world-famous for his truffles. Talk about pimp.
The intense meal involved truffle caviar, truffle-infused [...]

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I recently had the mixed fortune of landing an interview at Vogue, an opportunity that was at once a pipe dream and a nightmare. After sweating through several preliminary screenings with frosty and uninterested assistant editors, I was brought to the Supreme Judge (let’s call her “M”) who would ultimately conclude whether or not I was Vogue [...]

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A sexy Manhattan woman was deemed “too hot to be a banker” when she was fired from Citibank last year because her beauty was keeping her horny male co-workers from concentrating on their work.
Debbie Lorenzana had to deal with a troop of ultimate wankers: a bunch of idiot guys who couldn’t contain their erections because, [...]

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I went out for a girl’s night at Bus Palladium, an old-school nightclub in Paris. There was a private party/concert and Johnny Depp was apparently on the premises. My friends and I snuck ourselves in and enjoyed the mediocre, Jim-Morrison-inspired live music and amusing dance scene.
But the real drama took place when we left the [...]

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