Schnabel Schmacks Down DocumentarianFilmmaker Paul H-O gets told off by growling angry Papa Bear Julian Schnabel — in his own documentary. In your face, H-O! Now you know never to cross the Schnabe!
There Goes the SchneighborhoodRichard Gere has put his apartment in Julian Schnabel’s Palazzo Chupi on the market, private-equity execs come down to earth, Sam Zell continues to be wacky, and Jeff Zucker and Harvey Weinstein fight like a couple of queens over ‘Project Runway’ in our daily roundup of real-estate, finance, media and law news.
In Which We Are Schtartled by a Schmoking SchnabelThe other night at the opening of Mikhail Baryshnikov’s photo exhibition, “Merce My Way,” at 401 Projects on West Street, we were ruminating on the rapidly changing schneigborhood with gallery owner Mark Seliger. “You just blink and there’s a new building up,” said Seliger, adding that he is often asked to sell his building, just south of the Richard Meier condos. He wasn’t entirely sold on Julian Schnabel’s nearby Palazzo Chupi, he admitted, at least not until he went inside. “It’s amazing,” he declared. “It’s growing on me, definitely growing on me.” Another local, Michael Angelo, proprietor of supermodel-central salon Wonderland on West 13th Street, chimed in. “I think that everybody had a little heart attack at first,” he said of the pink palazzo.
Seliger recently photographed the entire Schnabel family for a L’Uomo Vogue spread. Papa Schnab, he said, had insisted on wearing his own clothing. “You can count on him wearing pajamas, that’s for sure,” he said.
And then, as if he were a rotund, benevolent Beetlejuice, at the sound of his name, Schnabel appeared.
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Schnabel Schleps Uptown, Hires Fancy Broker for Chupi
Well, someone is getting fancy. Julian Schnabel has hired Brown Harris Stevens, the hoity real-estate brokers that market big-time rich-people properties like 15 Central Park West, to sell the remaining units of his pink palace, the Palazzo Chupi (above). Sure, this makes sense, since the condos are in the range of $27–$32 million, but when we heard it we were a little disapointed, since it doesn’t really jibe with the Schnab’s bohemian, pajamas-wearing style. Except! Max Abelson over at Observer tells us the agents he picked are virtual neophytes: a sales associate named Debra Ortega, whose son his sons met at camp who has never actually had her own listing, and Paddington M. Zwigard, an agent who has never sold an apartment over $10 million, whom we imagine Schnabel chose for her awesome name. See, the Schnab is all about people and the feelings he gets from people, not stuffy stuff like credentials. “I think what he wants is a community that’s comparable to his lifestyle,” Ortega told the Observer, “someone he would feel keen about being neighbors with. I don’t think he’s going to judge if you’re a banker or artist or a top global realtor.” What about money? Does he judge you if you don’t have enough to actually buy in the Palazzo? Because that wouldn’t really jibe with his bohemian style, either. Maybe he should think about that and about the bloggers who really deserve to be in his community. We’re just saying.
Schnabel’s Palazzo Goes Mainstream With $59 M. in Broker Listings [NYO]
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Citigroup Trader Andrew J. Hall Has Castle, Is SchnabulousEvery once in a while, The Wall Street Journal renews our faith in the Street and, indeed, humanity by profiling one of the few eccentric and wonderful folks who float among or above the wretched, amoral meatheads, and Andrew J. Hall is such a man. The British-born commodities trader and head of a “secretive unit” at Citigroup known as Phibro, 57-year-old Hall has made a killing in the last few years off long-term oil futures, the Journal tells us, and this is despite the fact that, most afternoons, he leaves the office to row or practice calisthenics with a ballet teacher. He’s also one of the world’s top collectors of contemporary art — not that his neighbors in Southport, Connecticut, were particularly impressed by that when he tried to install an 80-foot-long concrete sculpture on the lawn of his Greek Revival home. Hall ended up giving Etroits sont les Vaisseaux to the Massachusetts Museum of Contemporary Art, which is too bad because it would have looked nice on the lawn at Schloss Dernberg, the nearly 1,000-year-old castle he owns in Germany. But his material possessions aren’t the only reason we would like Hall to procure the necessary papers to adult-adopt us. According to the Journal, “He recently staged a lavish exhibit in his German castle of works by U.S. artist and filmmaker Julian Schnabel.” In the book accompanying the show, Hall opined that “many in the art world have tried to ignore” Mr. Schnabel, despite his obvious awesomeness. See? He’s a man after our own heart.
Trader Hits Jackpot in Oil, As Commodity Boom Roars On [WSJ]
Schnabel: He’ll Always Be a Schwinner to UsAs you probably know, Julian Schnabel did not win an Oscar for The Diving Bell and the Butterfly last night. In fact, he lost, to the bespectacled directors of a movie with “few sympathetic characters, brutal, unredeemable violence, and an ending in which the closest thing the story has to a protagonist is killed offstage.” The disappointment on Schnabel’s face when the verdict was issued was difficult for us to bear, even as it quickly turned to annoyance. Clearly, this was a political, polemical conspiracy, you could see him thinking. Javier Bardem! That hair! Gimmicky. But what did it mean? Does it mean that the world at large will never recognize Schnabel’s true magnificence? This we cannot believe. Though we are bowed by this defeat, we are not broken. The Schnabe comes from a long line of stout, hairy, strong souls, and he will emerge again, like, yes, a butterfly from a pupa. Until then, Schnabel, we Schalute thee.
Related: Julian Schnabel is My Cousin [Consent of the Governed]
Graydon Is Going to Have Another Grayby! Graydon Carter and wife Anna are expecting their first child together (Carter has four kids from his first marriage). Kim Cattrall has been bragging that her SATC: TM castmates got paid higher salaries because she held out for more money. Bono, his wife, and Helena Christensen were harassed by paparazzi while eating at Serafina in the Dream Hotel. New Yorkers Julian Schnabel and PR guru Dan Klores both took home Independent Spirit Awards. Abby Diaz, the former maître d’ of Jean-Georges Vongerichten’s who wrote the restaurant tell-all PX This! was asked to leave Jean Georges while having a glass of wine. “Page Six” mourns that dive bar Siberia has been converted into a Dunkin’ Donuts.
Madonna Explains Why She Schnubbed the ChupiBecause Daily Intel’s pursuit of all things Schnabel is not bound by geography or actually, gravity, we asked Berlin-based reporter Lawrence Ferber to corner Madonna at the Berlin Film Festival this week, where she was promoting the film she directed, Filth and Wisdom, and ask her why she had rejected the Chupi of our dreams. Here is his report:
“What a strange question!” Madonna laughed when we asked her about the Palazzo Chupi. So we laughed too, like “Ha-ha-ha-ha, we’re not psycho.” “How did you know that?” she asked. Er, we have our ways. Madge confirmed she had looked at the Chupi and decided not to move in. But not, it turned out, for fear of seeing a Schnaked Schnabel slipping into the swimming pool. “I love the house,” she explained. “But it’s not child-friendly, which is why I didn’t end up moving there.” Also, she was able to iron out the issues she was having with her co-op board at Harperly Hall. I bought the apartment upstairs, so now everything’s A-OK,” she said. She and Schnabel will continue to be friends. “I love [Julian],” she gushed. “He’s awesome.” We think so too! Maybe we can all be friends! Madge? —Lawrence Ferber
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Palazzo Chupi Goes on the Market; Intel Editors SchwoonThis may be hard for you to believe since we at Intel are clearly deeply fulfilled by our work, but there are days when we say to ourselves, Selves? Why did we not go into investment banking? Because a life of pounding the pavement and speaking truth to power may be noble, but it’s not gonna get us to the Palazzo Chupi. Yes, today the remaining two units of Julian Schnabel’s pink West Village Palace, having been rejected by Bono, then by Madonna, went on the market. The views (river and harbor, from various terraces), amenities (pool, parking, access to the Schnabe), and schnabulous details (cast-bronze door handles, stone fireplaces, cast-stone railings, beamed ceilings, terra-cotta tile floors) put the price at $27 million (for the duplex) and $32 million (for the triplex). Our rudimentary math skills (another reason we’re not bankers) indicate that it will take us somewhere between 400 and 700 years to save up for our chunk of Chupi. Until then, we can only dream, and moon over the pictures after the jump.
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Schnabel Is Schnupportive of Vito’s Old LadyThe Schnabels seem like a free-spirited brood. Actually we’re just going to say what we have always thought: that they are probably a Naked Family. You just know that Papa Schnabe totally walks around the Palazzo Chupi sans pajamas all the time and is all, “It’s beautiful.” Schnaked. Anyway, the point is, it sounds like they are probably pretty open about sex and the like, which is why we were not surprised to read that Julian Schnabel fully supported his 21-year-old son Vito’s relationship with creaky 44-year-old model Elle Macpherson. “She’s a beautiful woman, and my son is a very handsome guy,” Schnabes told an Australian newspaper. “More power to the both of them if something happened to them. I think he’s a healthy young man with good impulses.” See? That is such a naked dad thing to say.
Elle of a Romance, Says Vito’s Dad [Courier-Mail]
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Julian Schnabel to Bring Peace to the Middle EastAdd selfless and noble to the list of things we love about Julian Schnabel. The Schnab is going to Israel in June, partly to scout locations for a movie based on a book by Israeli-Palestinian author Rula Jebreal, but also to be an envoy of peace. “We need to fix things over there,” Schnabel told an Israeli reporter in London the other day. “I’m going to work on it. That will be my next thing. Yes, I’m going to devote myself to try and make things better over there.” So what if he gets sidetracked a little? “Are there any surfers in Israel?” he asks the interviewer. If there’s anyone who can bring peace to that war-torn part of the world, it’s a ruddy, pajama-clad painter from New York City by way of Brownsville, Texas. Or, at least, you know, it won’t be as bad as when Whitney Houston and Bobby Brown went.
Next Direction: Paint It Peaceful [NYP via The Reeler]
The Diving Bell Director Coming to Israel [YNet]
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Julian Schnabel Attacked by Feral BloggerSo Julian Schnabel had a little outburst on Monday at the Oscar-nominees’ luncheon, wherein he said to the Los Angeles Times, “It’s interesting to be nominated for Best Direction, Best Editing, Best Cinematography, Best Screenplay, but not Best Picture. I don’t know what else you have to do to make a picture.” Obviously, we, as dedicated Schnabelites, find this quip charming and endearing and, frankly, quite right, but Vanity Fair Oscar blogger S.T. VanAirsdale was not amused. He called the Schnab’s remarks “ungracious” and the man himself “thin-skinned,” and then gloated about how Schnabel actually did get sort of shafted by the Academy and how “it’s okay to pity him” even though he’s so, like, difficult. Now, we don’t know who or what this S.T. VanAirsdale is — we imagine this little rant being written by a prize-winning terrier — but this will not stand. Clearly, VanAirsdale has not been so fortunate as to receive a Schnug from the Diving Bell and the Butterfly director, but has he ever seen the man? Schnabel is not thin, -skinned or otherwise. He is sensitive and Schnabulous, and he does not need anyone’s pity, okay? God.
Little Gold Men [VF via Carpetbagger/NYT]
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‘Vanity Fair’ Goes to the SchneighborhoodAs you may know, we at Intel have something of an obsession with the big, pink artist-auteur Julian Schnabel and his big, pink West Village home, the Palazzo Chupi. The Chupi is not just a real-estate development: It is a monument to Baby-Boomer Bohemian Bourgeois lifestyle, containing as it does not only the family Schnabel, but the actor Richard Gere (Maharishi, RIP) and some guy from Credit Suisse, as well as 180 casement-ed windows, earthenware-and-marble bathtubs, cast-concrete countertops, and several hundred emerald-green terra-cotta tiles. It’s also kind of a poignant monument to Schnabel’s career. In the March issue of Vanity Fair, Ingrid Sischy details the making of what she calls his Gesamtkunstwerk (“total artwork”), from when Schnabel first moved into the $2.1 million building (“He covered the walls with red velvet, brought in a few possessions, including Picasso’s Femme au Chapeau, and ran The Godfather on his VCR 24 hours a day”) to the present (“Bono, Johnny Depp, Martha Stewart, Hugh Jackman, and Madonna have all checked out the remaining residences for sale, at prices ranging for $27 million to $32 million”). There’s symbolism here that we don’t want to quite contemplate. But look at the pictures after the jump! They’re Schnabulous.
Julian Schnabel Gives Us a SchnugSince his Diving Bell and the Butterfly was released to wide critical acclaim and he received a Best Director Oscar nomination nod, Julian Schnabel has been basking in adulation like a seal in the afternoon sun. Much of the attention has come from us at Intel, who find everything about Schnabel, from his irascible braggadocio to his pajamas to his frontal and dorsal man-fur, extremely compelling. But other people love El Schnabuloso, too, like Lou Reed, who mentioned his longtime friend and neighbor’s “big old heart,” when he introduced him as an honoree at the amFar awards last night. But how big was that heart, and was there room in there for us? We sidled up to the Schnabel to try and find out.
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Julian Schnabel Finds It in His Heart to Forgive Sean YoungBig snuggly papa bear Julian Schnabel isn’t mad at Sean Young for drunkenly heckling him during his speech at the Directors Guild Awards the other night. He just wants to press the Blade Runner star, who has subsequently checked into rehab, to his frontal afghan and make it all better. “It was fine. It was really fine. I’m sorry she got taken out of there,” the Schab, who has surely witnessed worse behavior from substance abusers in his day, told USA Today. “If I had a couple of minutes with her, I could have brought her up on stage and we could have worked it out.” Now that would have been an award-winning show.
Schnabel: No hard feelings [USAT]
Earlier: Sean Young Learns Not to Mess With the Schnabel
Sean Young Learns Not to Mess With the Schnabel
By now you have probably heard that Sean Young, she of Blade Runner and Baby: Secret of the Lost Legend, had wee bit of an alcoholic moment at the Directors Guild Awards on Saturday. In case you missed it, Young slurred, “Get on with it,” during our friend Julian Schnabel’s acceptance speech, after which she was forcibly removed from the premises and sent straight to rehab, because that’s what happens when you fuck with His Schnabulousness. Because the DGA Awards were tragically untelevised, the story has until now been passed along like folklore: via the written word and Julie Chen’s excellent dramatic reenactment of the incident on Letterman. But today the Hollywood Reporter, bless them, posted a video, which we present to you above. Young’s not in it, but let’s face it, it’s not really her that matters.
Video Exclusive: Sean Young Versus Julian Schnabel [Hollywood Reporter]
Earlier: Intel’s Coverage of Julian Schnabel
Jerry Stiller Forgot His Manties!Jerry Stiller said he had a senior moment when he exited the locker room at the Jewish Community Center on Amsterdam sans bathing suit. Peter Brant, who bought out his ex-wife’s half of Interview magazine last week, is pleased to have traded Ingrid Sischy for Glenn O’Brien. On Friday, Lindsay Lohan drank vodka at the Box and at the Beatrice Inn while partying with Stavros Niarchos and Brody Jenner before returning to the Four Seasons Hotel to spend the night with Niarchos. Eli Manning and fiancée Abby McGraw ate dinner at Il Mulino in the Village (he got a standing ovation when he left). At the Plumm, Tracy Morgan ordered two bottles of Champagne, ripped off his shirt and started dancing on the banquette, seemingly lost his credit card, found it in his pocket, and then asked a waitress if he could father her baby. Sacha Baron Cohen and Isla Fisher ate at Café Gray.
Because He’s SchnabulousThe list of reasons why we love Julian Schnabel are many and varied — he is large and hairy, but has a funny Mickey Mouse voice; he constructed a large pink castle in the middle of the city and named it Palazzo Chupi; he can often be found in pajamas and sometimes a skirt; he has more progeny than we can keep track of; he appears to have no filter whatsoever. Perhaps most importantly, he is one of a diminishing number of personalities from an era when New York City, even on its worst days, felt like more than just a collection of Duane Reades and bank branches clustered on a chunk of concrete. And now we add to our list an exchange from the Daily Telegraph’s profile of the Schnab, which we have transcribed below.
Schnabel: I kid around a lot. I have a lot of fun. But most people don’t have a sense of humor.… And then I read in this other thing that I was name-dropping all the time. Well it just so happens that the people I know are famous. You know, they work in the movies with me. They’re my friends. It’s like if I said… What’s your name?
Reporter: (Thinks: My name? We have been talking for the past two hours.) Mick.
Schnabel: Mick what?
Reporter: Mick Brown.
Schnabel: Okay, so I could say I was talking to Mick Brown the other day — I might well say that. (His tone sounds doubtful.) But they might not know who Mick Brown is.
Reporter: (Thinks: Maybe they will after I become famous for murdering a famous artist/director.)
Julian Schnabel, Larging It [Daily Telegraph]
Julian Schnabel May Get a Schnoscar! This morning, Intel obsession Julian Schnabel was nominated for Best Director for The Diving Bell and the Butterfly. The film, which New York’s David Edelstein called a “masterpiece,” was also nominated for achievements in editing and cinematography, but we know that Schnabel will not be entirely placated by this honor — if you’re near the in the West Village right now, you can probably hear him stalking around the Palazzo Chupi in his purple pajamas, spittle and crumbs flying into his beard as he rages about how he was supposed to get a Best Picture nod but it’s all political and polemical and the Academy is just pissed off because he’s having so much fun — but we’re proud of him, anyway.
Oscar Nominations Announced [CNN]
Related: Can Julian Get a Schnomination? [Vulture]
Alexandra Kerry Weighs In on Hillary’s TearsAt last night’s opening of Julian Schnabel’s show at the Sperone Westwater Gallery, we ran into Alexandra Kerry (daughter of former presidential candidate John). She was there with BlackBook founder Evan Schindler, who is now running Tar Art Media, a socially conscious arts-media collective. Kerry is working with Schindler on some projects, including a narrative film of Norman Mailer’s The Naked and the Dead, screenwritten by the author’s son (“We’re doing a reading of it, actually, in February, with Alec Baldwin and Harvey Keitel and Josh Lucas!”). Since Kerry is a woman and political by heritage, we asked her, naturally, about Hillary’s tears. “There has never been a politician who hasn’t stood onstage and been moved at one time or another and affected by something emotionally,” she told us. “I think it is very human and very normal.” How reasonable! But surely it was all a ruse to trick us into voting for her? “The kind of pressure that each candidate is under is not something that I think the average person can understand, so I give her the liberty and the freedom to have her moment,” Kerry said. “And I don’t think that’s something someone would act. I would like to give the benefit of the doubt to anyone who is standing up there and running, particularly in the Democratic party. So I honestly have to say that I don’t think it’s my place to judge what her motivations are. I mean, it may be completely honest.” A-ha! It “may be completely honest.” Girl, you’ve got a future in politics. —Andrew Goldstein
Three Interviews With Julian SchnabelIntel crush Julian Schnabel has been making the promotional rounds for the Diving Bell and the Butterfly, and after reading through a few of his interviews, we can report that whether he’s “picking at a crab cake” in Philadelphia, “stretched on the floor in his blue silk pajamas,” or “propped up by cushions like some flannel-shirted artist’s model” in a Toronto hotel, he’s just as Schnabulous as ever. A few of our favorite bits:
• On his preferred interviewing style: “Lie down, like I said. Please, just try it, just try it. OK. I will do the same. Put your head down. Now you can just relax and ask me anything you want, and we will be on the same plane.”
• On artists David Salle and Robert Longo, who made films that didn’t do as well as Diving Bell and the Butterfly: “Well, they’re not very good painters (either).”
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Rule No. 1: Never Acknowledge What the Schnabel Is WearingSome cowboy from the Houston Chronicle interviewed His Schnabulousness last week. Perhaps his mind was addled after an hour of watching Schnabel’s leg hairs trailing through the azure depths of the hotel pool by which the interview was conducted, or perhaps as a straight-arrow Texan from a town where men don’t wear skirts, no sirree, he just couldn’t help himself, but something caused him to open his mouth and ask a question that no man has ever dared to ask. “I had to ask, politeness be damned,” he wrote. “What are you wearing?”
He looked surprised by the question.
“What? This?” he asked, as if he really thought I might’ve been asking about his sandals.
“This is a shirt I picked up last night at Target,” he said, looking bemused, “and this is a pareo, from Indonesia.”
“Ahh. A pareo. From Indonesia.”
What now? Was I obliged to compliment him on it? What would Miss Manners advise?
It seemed a good time to say goodbye.
Yes, Eric Harrison of the Houston Chronicle. Yes it does.
Earlier: All Things Schnabel
Julian Schnabel on the Diving Bell and the Butterfly [Houston Chronicle]
Julian Schnabel’s Hands Would Like ‘GQ’ to Run a Correction
Julian Schnabel has a bone to pick with Andrew Corsello’s Schnabulous profile of him in GQ this month, one Boston Globe reporter found when he went to interview the director of The Diving Bell and the Butterfly. Perhaps, you might say, Schnabel took issue with being called a “fat, famous, hairy, rich, name-dropping blowhard”? Not so much. What troubled him was something else.
“Look at these hands,” he urges, laying them flat on the table. In the profile, Andrew Corsello describes Schnabel’s hands as “thick, unpretty, blue-collar” and his fingers as “scratched, filthy with dirt and paint, medium-sized.”
“Do these look blue collar?”
Even after the Globe reporter assures him that Corsello was way off and honestly in the dark someone might mistake his fingers for those of Muffie Potter Aston, Schnabel is still clearly obsessing.
He puts out his hand for a shake, and then holds on. It’s actually not much of a handshake. In his grasp, Schnabel keeps the embrace for a good 10 seconds, making sure he’s able to show the softness of the skin.
“These are delicate hands,” he says.
Big Man on Canvas (screen, too) [Boston Globe]
Earlier:Julian Schnabel is Numero Uno!
Julian Schnabel Is Numero Uno!So this weekend we finally read Andrew Corsello’s profile of Julian Schnabel in the current issue of GQ, in which the two gigantic personalities ride around the Hamptons in La Schnabe’s newly purchased 1975 Eldorado, eating and farting and picking at themselves. Other than not being online, much is wonderful about the piece, but our favorite part is the description of Schnabel’s tubby magnificence, which we’ve faithfully, and perhaps illegally, transcribed for your pleasure:
I only now register the absurdity of what he’s wearing: Slippers, a blue-and-gray checked wraparound skirt that may or may not be a old tablecloth, and a grubby white vest, unbuttoned, that may or may not be Naugahyde and may or may not have been part of a three-piece suit worn by Don Johnson in a Miami Vice episode. His belly, ample, ruddy with sun, parts and displaces the flaps of the vest so that they hang to the sides, putting on glorious display the salt-and-pepper Afghans that are his chest and back hair. Look at him, the bear on the outside and the satyr on the inside. Is this a man capable of making a movie with the word butterfly in the title? The look of a man capable of making a movie as powerful as The Diving Bell and the Butterfly — powerful not only in the sense of exalted emotions, but in the way it takes your assumptions about what movies are for, assumptions so fundamental you aren’t even aware you have them, and turns them inside out? No. This is the look of a man living off the dregs of a modest fortune made in the 1970s publishing a magazine called Heavy Shaggin’
‘Schneighbors’ No More?Friends, we have sad news. Last night at the GQ Man of the Year awards in Los Angeles, a member of Intel’s West Coast bureau — okay, fine, kidding, we don’t have a West Coast bureau; it was a USC journalism student named David Davin — intercepted auteur and art legend Julian Schnabel and asked him, quakingly, about his West Village development, Palazzo Chupi. Occupied by Schnabel, Richard Gere, and Credit Suisse cheese William J.B. Brady, the ginormous pink building is not only a monument to midlife crisis, it’s the set of Intel’s favorite (pretend) reality show, Schneighbors, which is why we were so excited when we heard that Bono had bought one of the two remaining condos. But we couldn’t find any records of the sale, so did he? “No, Bono is not going to be there,” Schnabel said. He was wearing green sneakers, a bathrobe, and yellow-tinted glasses, and as he shuffled away he seemed oblivious to the fact that, 3,000 miles away, our hearts were shattering into a million pieces. But then we looked on the bright side: Could not Bono’s loss be Salman Rushdie’s gain?
Related: Look Who’s Schneighbors!
Look Who’s Schneighbors!Let the speculation cease! The Wall Street Journal today reports that Richard Gere has in fact purchased a condo in Julian Schnabel’s building — 18,500 square feet of space with double-height ceilings, six-foot tall fireplaces, and earthenware or marble bathtub. And the other day, The Villager reported that Bono bought a penthouse in the big pink building. If this is true, the Palazzo has just usurped the Dakota as the residence for aging baby-boomers in the entertainment industry. In fact, we suggest that the people at VH1 begin crafting a proposal for a reality show posthaste. Just think: long, drunken dinner parties with the Dalai Lama, visits from Trudi and Sting. Bono will get pissed when Julian borrows his leather pants and returns them all stretched out, and every day they’ll do yoga around the communal pool —with a hot young instructor that Richard and Bono fight over. Wow. We can already see Julian, shirtless, in downward dog. But hold on: There are two other apartments left in the Palazzo!
Richard Gere’s Sell-Buy ConundrumRichard Gere may buy the penthouse in Julian Schnabel’s West Village building, if he can sell his Sullivan Street townhouse for $12 million first. Henry Kissinger, Michael Eisner, and Barry Diller were among the power players who ate at Michael’s for lunch yesterday. Some designers are refusing to use the Earth Pledge’s ecofriendly “Sea Leather” because it’s actually made out of dead fish skin. Ivana Trump’s new engagement ring, from daughter Ivanka’s jewelry line, costs $250,000. Anderson Cooper told Conan that he has a “fatty deposit” under his eye that is visible in high definition. NBC refused to run a Larry Craig–inspired political commercial, though CNN picked it up. (Perhaps it had something to do with Matt Lauer’s interview with the disgraced senator?)
Schnabel Playing Coy With West Village Condo TowerDespite charging what some brokers say is an astronomical $4,000-plus per square foot only the likes of the Plaza can top that artist Julian Schnabel’s not making it easy to buy an apartment in his shocking-pink West Village condo tower. Madonna’s penthouse walk-through notwithstanding, a source says marketing has been nonexistent and that there’s neither sales office nor sales agent for the project. To see the units, brokers have to make arrangements with a “construction manager,” and there are no brochures or Website to check out floor plans. (Don’t even ask about concierge service and other pedestrian amenities.) Still, the spaces are apparently very much worth the trouble stunning and “baronial” and oh-so-grand. At the prices he’s asking, they better be. A representative at the project would not comment. S. Jhoanna Robledo
Related: Music at Big Pink? [NYM]
What Was Marty Scorsese Like in High School?
Last week the National Foundation for Advancement in the Arts held its annual youngARTS gala at the Ziegfeld, and it drew a top-tier crew of New York celebrities — Martin Scorsese, Mikhail Baryshnikov, Julian Schnabel, Jane Fonda, Frank Gehry, and Edward Albee among them — to watch a variety show performed by 37 creative high schoolers from around the country and then present them with cash awards. “I like working with kids,” Schnabel told the crowd. “They aren’t fucked up yet.” We asked the celebs — who earlier in the weekend had worked with the aspiring artists as mentors — what they were like in high school.