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Look Who's Direct Marketing

Haber · 03/23/05 11:12AM


Guess who showed up unannounced at our apartment yesterday: Radar Magazine's hopes for the future. No, not the real Radar Magazine's hopes for the future (our apartment isn't that big): The direct marketing solicitation from Radar, silly!

Ethan Hawke Shops Online, Reads Books?

Jessica · 03/23/05 10:16AM

We highly doubt the fellow traipsing about Amazon as Ethan Hawke is, in fact, Ethan Hawke. But judging from "his" review of Jonathan Safran Foer's Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, the jackanapes is doing some pitch-perfect work at the keyboard:

Camera Obscura

Haber · 03/23/05 09:12AM

In today's New York Observer 'Off the Record' column, Gabriel Sherman reports on new Esquire design director David Curcurito (second item):

Binn-y Babies

Haber · 03/23/05 08:26AM

JUST ASKING... Which upcoming "release" is Gotham publisher Jason Binn more proud of:

Looking At The Look Book

Jessica · 03/22/05 04:00PM

After a weeklong drought, New York magazine's Look Book is back with Karim Sanders and his Baby Amir should wrap. By day, Karim is an NBC parking attendant and a travel booker for musical acts; by night, the man is a Bergdorf junky with a Barneys habit on the side. After the jump, Intern Alexis grills Christian Lorentzen, Tiffany Gong, and Alexis Oliver for the input on Karim's style and suggestion on how to bring a smile to Amir's face.

Media Bubble: Who Wants A Crouch Million Dollar Smack-Down?

Haber · 03/22/05 03:39PM

· Salon's Eric Boehlert says the Terri Schiavo case points out "how paralyzed the mainstream press has become in pointing out the obvious: that the GOP leadership often operates well outside the mainstream of America." Mr. Boehlert was disappeared shortly after filing his story. (We typed this from an undisclosed location.) [Salon]
· The New York Daily News is very, very sorry. Sure they said you won 100k, and they were wrong. But, hey, they still bring you the best gossip and Stanley Crouch! And if you don't quit complaining, they're gonna send Crouch to your house to kick the shit out of you. [NYDN]
· In order to illustrate a story on David Letterman's private world, New York Newsday runs photos of the press-shy host jogging with his girlfriend. Classy. [Newsday]
· Brother-man reports: Gail Berman, FOX's capo-di-crappy programming, quits for Paramount. Well, we've all made lateral moves at least once in our careers. [Defamer]

The Frank Gotti Book Club

Jessica · 03/22/05 03:00PM

We had earlier lamented that we'd have to wait until May for Frank Gotti's magnum opus, The Gotti Diet — and, like manna from heaven, an uncorrected manuscript arrived at our door just a mere day later. As such, it's time for a very special Frank Gotti Book Club, in which we'll preview unpublished gems, taken from the book at random. Today's passage:

E! Goes Nuts Over Spade's Penis Nose

mark · 03/22/05 01:40PM


We love a good dick joke as much as the next guy, but the folks over at E! Online must've soiled themselves after they recovered from the fainting spell induced by the overwhelming possibilities for pun and double-entendre that the David Spade SNL Penis Nose story provided. In addition to the "cocky" quip in the title, the writer also "slipped in" (obvious coitus reference ours) that the "producers decided to let it all hang out" for this "relatively ballsy move," and that "several sharp-eyed members" (thought you slipped that one past us?) on a SNL message board noticed the schnoz/schlong hybrid on Spade's face. Other synonyms from the Big Book of Dick Names in play: "member," "organ," "penile implant," and "appendage."

Mary Mapes Cashes In; Josh Howard Walks Away?

Jessica · 03/22/05 12:30PM

More buzzing around Black Rock: Mary Mapes, the CBS producer who was fired after Dan Rather's MemoGate, has sold her memoirs to St. Martin's Press (we're hearing the deal was for around $250k).

Kids Smoke the Darnedest Things

Haber · 03/22/05 12:15PM

Awww. Is there anything cuter than a baby smoking? Probably not. Cigarettes just look so darn adorable in their pudgy little hands.