We've literally spent months preparing for the release of Baby Phat's Kimora Lee Simmons Barbie Doll; we even got a terrifying sneak peek of the damn thing at Fashion Week. But today we're filled with a new level of fear upon learning that this little hell doll is back-ordered until February 29. We mean, it's one thing to give your child a toy that looks like a miniature hooker. This is, after all, the day and age of the Bratz, so we can't really judge anymore. But when said hooker doll has a wait list?
Amid the usual chaos backstage at Baby Phat, Jada Yuan managed to catch up with not only label designer Kimora Lee Simmons, but also Tyra Banks, Robert Verdi, Star Jones, and Vivica A. Fox, who each testified to Kimora's "fabulosity," as Fox put it. "Kimora is big, she's over-the-top, she's a grande dame," said Banks; "she taught me 'off the hook' and 'off the chain' — and the chain is actually diamonds, when it's Kimora's chain," added Verdi. Indeed. Watch the video for more.
"Here we go again!" Sam Keller, impresario of Art Basel Miami, cries out to a friend on a Miami street late last night. And, as if on cue, the double doors of a giant geodesic dome swing open over his shoulder to reveal millions of dollars' worth of glittering jewels.
Heath Ledger has been stalking Gemma Ward around town and also tried hitting on (taken) Heather Graham. The server who brought Chelsea Clinton the wrong appetizer at Irving Mill may or may not have been fired. Calvin Klein is vandalizing his Houston Street billboard for the opening of the New Museum on the Bowery. NBC honcho Jeff Zucker doesn't want the strike to end because retail advertisers have already bought up ad space, and now production costs are zero. Kimora Lee Simmons was overheard saying that the reason she invited Russell Simmons's new girlfriend, Porschla Coleman, to meet the "major players" at Simmons's birthday last month is because she "wants this stupid bitch to get a clue." Seagram heir Edgar Bronfman Jr. just bought an $18.75 million condo in the Carhart mansion on East 95th Street.
• Legendary Washington Post editor Ben Bradlee on Rupe's play for the Journal: "I think Murdoch is a better journalist than the rest of you do. Well, I think because he's smart, and he's not going to fill it up with pussy stories. And he's going to get good reporters. I think he does not want to fail on this." [Radar]
• Ted Kennedy sold his memoir to Grand Central Publishing for $8 million, but the deal first has to be cleared by the Senate Ethics Committee. Something tells us the chapter on Chappaquiddick won't be too long. [NYT]
• The Times bagged their first refugee from the Journal, though it's not a very big catch: John Harwood, the veteran CNBC Washington correspondent and occasional contributor to the Journal, will now take his part-time work to the Gray Lady. [NYO]
A-Rod and ur-agent Scott Boras dined at Nello's. Eva Mendes hopped in the wrong limo. New York's First Lady Silda Wall Spitzer told attendees of a More-magazine convention that the best advice she ever got was "either piss or get off the pot." Cisco Adler and Lydia Hearst were cozy at Bungalow 8. Jann Wenner was widely mocked at the 30th reunion party of the Rolling Stone staff from 1977 (everyone gave him the finger in the group photo, and no one drank the Champagne he sent). Joaquin Phoenix hung up on a reporter from Time Out after she asked him what he did to prepare for his roles. Single-again Nick Cannon hung out with a bunch of beauty-pageant queens at Tenjune.
It seems that a certain potential future leader of the free world can’t keep a secret. In a continuation of their very Demi Moore–Bruce Willis split, Kimora Lee Simmons planned a surprise 50th-birthday party for her hip-hop-mogul ex, Russell Simmons, at Gustavino’s last night. How Kimora expected to keep the party under wraps (especially when she’d invited the press) we have no clue. But Russell was in the dark, we hear, until Saturday night, when Hillary Clinton almost blew it.
Someone misspelled Kimora Lee Simmons’s name as “Kimmora” beneath the logo for her KLS couture line last night at the Baby Phat after-party. No one noticed, so we pointed it out to Kimora when she arrived. "Where?!" she said, turning around. "I'll be Kimmy-mora for tonight. It's fine, it's no big deal. It’s just an extra 'm' it stands for 'million.'" she said, explaining: "My lovely ad agency did that, and I guess it was some internal problems in the office, and I said, 'Well, did you misspell the name when I paid your check?'"
Going to a Baby Phat show feels a bit like going to a nightclub. The prospect of a big ol' spectacle gets everyone to tease up their hair and put on something shiny — one woman showed up in a dress that had mesh strips that went all the way up to her butt cleavage — and stand around sipping drinks, bopping their heads to the dance music, and craning their necks to see if that really is Jeremy Piven over there, or if it’s just some dude who hates to shower. It's such a tornado of humanity that we couldn't even make our way to the bar, and as you know by now, that says a lot.
Every Fashion Week, a few designers put a little extra effort into the design for their show invitations. Now that we've almost finished sorting through the mountain of invites here at Show & Talk HQ, here are six that stood out this year.
Could anyone be more excited for tonight's Heatherette show than Paris Hilton and Kimora Lee Simmons? Apparently not. We're hearing the pair has demanded that the W Lounge — the area behind the Bryant Park tents where everyone goes to decompress — be completely cleared out for an hour before showtime, in order to allow them the space and privacy they need to change into their outfits. Will they be partying together at Roseland later? If so, we recommend you run for cover — and take pictures. And send them to us.
Update: Britney Spears is confirmed for Heatherette. If only Lindsay Lohan wasn't in rehab…
Donald Trump claims that "jealous enemies" are spreading rumors that contractors working on his Atlantic City properties haven't been paid for their work. After much deliberation, Daniel Boulud has decided to name his forthcoming Upper West Side bistro "Bar Boulud." Jade Jagger had some serious air rage on a flight from London. Paramount head Brad Grey allegedly said that the reason Dreamgirls wasn't nominated for a Best Picture Oscar is that "everyone hates David [Geffen]." Jim McGreevey's wife is planning a tell-all.
A mere five minutes after we reached our seats at the Baby Phat show and, it must be said, just four minutes after two lads costumed in Russian garb pressed pocket-size bottles of vodka into our hands, and therefore three minutes after we realized we were drunk the audience lit up with the greatest rumor since that whole Suri Cruise–is–actually–Chris Klein's–baby theory: that our very favorite disheveled damsel in perpetual distress, Britney Spears, was in the house.
Name: Kimora Lee Simmons
Age: A woman who will tell her age will tell anything!
Job: Mother, businesswoman, fashion designer, entrepreneur, philanthropist. Her fall 2007 Baby Phat collection debuts tonight at 8 p.m. at the Roseland Ballroom. Neighborhood: Upper East Side
Who's your favorite New Yorker, living or dead, real or fictional?
Jackie Kennedy Onassis
Norman Mailer still hates Michiko Kakutani, dislikes Janet Maslin, too, and did an interview with Martha Stewart for her TV show. CNN execs went on a corporate retreat to the Bahamas, and "Page Six," presumably on behalf of Fox News, mocks them for it. If you complain at Nobu, Drew Nieporent might blacklist you. Peter Cook, Christie Brinkley's soon-to-be ex-husband, went grocery shopping. (Cindy Adams, meantime, dubs Brinkley Professor Emeritus in How to Handle El Piggo, which she actually means as a compliment.) Retired Ford Models vet Neil Hamil to run Elite Models. There's a reality show being shopped in which ten virgin men compete to lose it to "a celeb."
So far, our sojourn here at Fashion Week has been fun and fascinating and, surprisingly, pretty organized. But no more. The Baby Phat show was a total mob scene literally: A fight broke out in the front rows while we were waiting for the show to start.
Admittedly, after standing in line in the lobby for what felt like about ten years (fine, it was probably more like 45 minutes), we felt a little violent, too. Especially when we realized we were going to be suffering the slings and arrows of Standing Room Only Seating.