Last Five Minutes of Fame
There are hundreds of events going on in New York City on any particular day. Now, I am not a mathematician, alas, you should see my checkbook, but that means that thousands of events happen every year. Granted, most of these events aren’t events with notables and even less with celebrities, but we can all safely say that there is way to much crap going on that humans are obligated to attend. Agreed? I used to be a social butterfly in the late 70’s and 80’s, and thankfully I got that all out of my system. There is nothing sadder… Read More »
And now, for your viewing pleasure, the 2nd edition of Last Five Minutes Of Fame ®, the new weekly installment of people that truly belong on this list. With a nod to Andy Warhol, being on “the list” puts members of this most exclusive club in the center of the media glare…kind of like a deer in the headlights just before…KABOOM. One can’t help feeling sorry for them since they mean so well, not as in well-meaning, rather, mean so well to be famous, not matter what, at any cost, uber alles. The great thing about the Last Five Minutes… Read More »
“Celebrity is obscurity waiting to happen,” says Carrie Fisher in her one-woman show Wishful Drinking, now on Broadway. And truer words have ne’er been spoken. She should know. When Andy Warhol said, “In the future everyone would be famous for fifteen minutes,” he was the Nostradamus of his day. Last Five Minutes Of Fame is a new weekly column for I MEAN..WHAT?!? that will highlight the plethora of people that fall into this category. Either their celebrity is waning, has waned, should wane, will wane or something therein. Surely this column will be celebrity publicists’ worst nightmare…but hey…no one tells… Read More »
The occasional I Mean…What?!? coverage of The Party’s Over brings me much joy…and amazement. As a member of the fabulii…having attended and produced endless events…I wonder where it all went so wrong. The Party’s Over Party of the Week, our newest award, goes to Paris (no it has nothing to do with the fashion shows), rather, Paris Hilton Hosts Bowlmoor Lanes’ Grand Opening Carnival. First of all, Bowlmoor Lanes , which has been in existence forever, is probably wigging out that the new bowling alley to the stars…did I say that?…Lucky Strike, has been getting gobs of attention since it… Read More »
Has the parade passed us by? Is it over yet? Can we breathe? Can the dresses just stop careening down the runways now? Damn, World Fashion Week is endless. Thankfully they saved the best for last…and no, I do not mean Louis Vuitton. That shizz screams Emperor plenty. That, or, since he is so big in Japan, there is a touch of Harajuku sprinkled in the looks. Besides, LV is far more interested in the bags than the clothes. If you remember correctly, all the LV ensembles worn by the likes of Madonna, Lake Bell (zzz) and Leighton Meester ended… Read More »
The Party’s Over…
Many of you know that I love The Party’s Over, which is my reportage on events that consist of a big batch of people, that nobody knows…well…or as I like to refer to this segment, The Nobody News. Since I have been up to my eyeballs in World Fashion Week…still am…but need a little break…I thought…what better way to bring a smile to our lips than by doing the retail edition of The Party’s Over…or The Nobody News…because as you will see…both titles apply. Actually there’s a secondary theme here, which is the obligatory Saks Fifth Avenue in-store appearance party.… Read More »
On several occasions I have featured The Nobody News and The Party’s Over, with stories and pictures of people you’d never want to meet. Kind of like Guest of a Guest or Hamptons Online only I was not serious. The people that those media (?) outlets feature on their party pages give new meaning to “the rags”. (I don’t care what their traffic is.) They actually legitimize the tabloids. I mean…seriously…reportage from a hagfest? Not only have we sunk to a new low on celebrity coverage, but now we have created an industry featuring people that you didn’t like in… Read More »
We all know that action speaks louder than words. But pictures speak volumes. Sometimes loud is just annoying…as in the case of loud talkers…you know who you are. But with pictures…now there’s a tale that is told with a simple glance. On days where time is of the essence, I give you what to look at. Have a great day.… Read More »
The Axe Lounge, The Guys and Dolls Lounge, T-Mobile Sidekick Lounge at Mercedes-Benz Polo Challenge, Pussycat Dolls Lounge, Gifting Lounge…it’s all become so horeene (Abeism for horrendous, can also be spelled, in this case, whoreene). There was a time that a lounge meant to relax, sit a while, chill. Now it has taken on a whole new, more hysterical meaning. The demise of the real meaning of lounge culminated this summer, with the creation of the uber brech fest “The Axe Body Spray Lounge” (correct) in the Hamptons. This gross baboon parlor is where celebrities hob nob with nobodies in… Read More »
As I perused all the headlines and sidelines of today’s “news” websites, I am amazed at the items that make the grade. It is an ongoing inner battle for whether I want to know things about celebrities, but really not want to know…as in TMI (too much information) or WC (who cares) or my fave new acronym IMW (I mean what). We will never go back to a gentler time if the headlines are filled with celebrity minutia, as in the case of these news stories…which frankly, are so uninteresting…that I am sleeping while writing.… Read More »
