Socialite media upstart Emily Brill has a big secret project in the works, and she's not sure how she feels about it, writing that the "hush hush" endeavor was "a very tough decision... it took every bit of strength I had." Could it have something to do with the debutant porn producer she's been hanging around with?

Earlier this month, Brill wrote of a drunken adventure with boutique owner Andrew Parker, who groped her leg repeatedly. Brill was no model citizen herself, dancing drunkenly on top of a banquette, or maybe the floor (she couldn't remember).

Parker also figured prominently in Brill's Valentine's Day plans, hosting at his fur boutique on Madison Avenue a big party she attended and where she bought "100 lbs of crap." He also made his way over to Beatrice for Brill's late nightcap.

Who is Andrew Parker? A Brill acquaintance — "Emily is actually nice but a bit of a space cadet" — sent along a June 2006 Page Six item (abstract) detailing Parker's financing of a film called "Trust Fund Sluts," which reportedly involved his then-"porn star girlfriend" Heather Pink, a "buxom blonde." The image at left comes from LukeIsBack.com and is apparently of Pink and Parker together. The two broke up, according to Page Six, when Parker's mom found out about the plan to make "Trust Fund Sluts." (The mom pays the credit card, which Parker had been using to finance production, Pink told the gossip page.)

The movie was supposed to use real Manhattan socialites in fake "love" stories.

During the breakup, Parker had Pink escorted out of his apartment by security and, she said, took her dog (he claimed to own it).

Supposedly, Parker is totally past the high-class porno thing:

"She's just very high-maintenance," Parker said. "She threatened to leave me about 100,000 times, and I just had enough. As of now, I am out of that lifestyle. I think my involvement in that industry showed a lack of judgment on my part."

But the guy owns a fur shop, all too perfect a venue for socialite porn. He circulates with pretty rich girls looking to make a name for themselves. He's feeling up Emily Brill. And now Brill has a big secret project and is loading up on fur from Andrew's boutique. Connect the dots. The evidence is all right there, in plain view!

Or maybe Parker just got drunk and scuzzy at a bar the one time, and Brill is pursuing some totally innocent and tame media project she nevertheless can't talk about for whatever reason. Whatever. Point being: Emily, careful around this guy, and whatever you do don't let him buy you a dog.

[Essentially Emily]