Tony Bennett's pop-culture relevance may have quietly passed away long ago (his tour this year is sponsored by the AARP), but to a certain subset of the population, the octogenarian's still a heartthrob. At last night's sold-out "The Best Is Yet to Come" concert at Radio City Music Hall, the crowd was still screaming, "I love you, Tony!" Just like the fifties! A benefit for the Frank Sinatra School of the Arts that Bennett founded, the show featured collaborators from his last year's Duets album: a shaky James Taylor, a preternaturally dapper John Legend, and k.d. lang, who even got an (admittedly squandered) onstage kiss from the silver stud. After the concert, the crowd moved across the street to the Rockefeller Center Summer Garden. Bill Clinton arrived late because he was stopped at the Cucina & Co. market down the hall. "He's getting food? That could take a while!" cracked Regis, stalling during introductions. Oh, Regis! When he finally arrived, the former Pres and Reeg traded tales of Bennett's painting acumen. During one interview, the leathery Live host said Tony actually took out the brushes. "And I still have that portrait today!" Later, packages, like original Annie Leibovitz prints and private tennis lessons with Andre Agassi, were auctioned off for the charity. The night's biggest seller? A watercolor, by Mr. Tony Bennett. —Amos Barshad
According to spies at the Dazed & Confused dinner at the Bowery Hotel last night, Heath Ledger rolled into the room with five friends, looked around, and asked the first person he saw, "Is there food?"
Famous people who work, the fashion clueless, and top designers were among the A-listers at Ralph Lauren’s My Fair Lady–themed 40th-anniversary show and dinner last night in Central Park. The occasion seemed to put guests in a mood for reminiscing.
It wouldn't be Fashion Week if the Europeans weren't descending to promote something or pick up an award or simply swan about, then disappearing just as quickly as they'd come. Following in the wake of the Alber Elbaz's New York flyby was Donatella Versace, who somehow managed to get Mischa Barton and Demi Moore to take time off from their busy showgoing schedules to pop into Versace flagship earlier this week, hitting the private sixth-floor space for Versace's luncheon. The event was held in honor of Versace's HIT bag, a hot leather number that was Donatella's favorite from this year's line, and the fashion house's first ever Official "It" Bag. (Guess they've learned from Balenciaga that if you name something the most awesome bag of the season, the orders will simply come.)
Of all the Fashion Week parties, the Prada-store event will always be good. They couldn't possibly top their last big Fashion Week bash with the Raconteurs, but we figured they might come close. And they did, sort of. We'd been looking forward to hearing Damien Hirst's formerly crack-addicted "maverick fucking geezer" friend Antony Green and his band the Hours play beneath a mockup of Hirst's $100 million skull. But pretty much from the second they started, we started to doze off. There were soundboard issues, and the music did not rock. Instead, we counted the celebs who had been able to squeeze their tiny bodies onto the steps opposite the stage (which is right in front of that big curvy thing in the middle of the store). Quite a few, it turned out.
"I'm the only single guy I know!" says former tighty-whitey model Antonio Sabato Jr., surrounded by male admirers at the Calvin Klein underwear party. Does he mind all that same-sex attention? "Someone asked me, 'Are you all right with gays liking you so much?' And I was like, 'Why wouldn't I be? It's good to be loved!'" says Sabato, right before getting fawned over by Mario Cantone. So what is he looking for? "My ideal girl is somebody who's pretty much willing to do anything: skydive, scuba dive, ride motorcycles," he says. She'll also have to be an early riser. "She'd be willing to get up in the morning and go to the U.S. Open with me after a night like this. A lot of girls like to sleep in. I'm ready to go in the morning." Also, "Don't drink, because I hate drinking." She'd have to be willing to deal with his being a single dad of two kids. But he is willing to try long distance, since he lives in L.A. One other thing: "I don't stuff my pants. What you see is what you get."—Jada Yuan
For more pictures and quotes from the Calvin Klein underwear party, including Kimora Lee Simmons, Djimon Hounsou, and Agyness Deyn, read Party Lines.
Jessica Simpson spent some time showing off her bra during W magazine’s New York Affair Party at the Chelsea Arts Tower last night, so it's no wonder stars of a lesser wattage had to amp up the antics to get attention. Gabe Saporta, of the band Cobra Starship (remember the jumpy theme song from Snakes on a Plane?) eagerly told us about the etymology of his band name. "We're from different time periods and from the future," he told Daily Intel. "See what happened was there was a cobra that came back from the future and taught me how to make beats, taught me how to dance, and told me to build a starship in honor of the spacecraft that brought him back from the future to find me." The cobra, apparently, has an important lesson: "The message is for hipsters to stop taking themselves so seriously and stop being pussies. " Smart snake. We asked him what his most embarrassing party moment was, but he wouldn't say because his mother reads New York. So what did she say when she heard he was receiving messages from an intergalactic snake from the future? "That's nice, dear." —Maggie Gray
Designer Todd Thomas decorated his modest, twenty-piece show on the crowded rooftop of 60 Thompson last night with huge prints of Gestalt tests reshaped into kimonos, Rorschach ink blots made into belts, and big No. 2 pencil dresses.