Karl Lagerfeld's bodyguard protects him and Jay-Z from a pesky pap, Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt will get $10 million for their baby pictures, Spencer Morgan and Alexis Bryan probably will not, and more in today's compilation of greatest hits from New York's gossip columns!
Clinton Hill: There are a few places in the nabe to find gluten-free products, but one celiac sufferer would like to find out about any others. [Clinton Hill Blog]
Lower East Side: Video of a Tailor bartender doing his thing. [Snack]
Midtown East: Former Savoy chef Matt Weingarten's year-long plans to start dinner service at Café St. Bart’s will come to fruition on May 5. [Zagat]
Upper West Side: Bar Boulud may claim the top charcuterie in town (though Mia Dona’s stepping up), but you can also find some tasty stand-ins at Café d’Alsace and elsewhere, including Fort Greene’s Stonehome Wine Bar. [Citysearch]
West Village: Spencer Morgan of the New York Observer supposedly slapped Hud Morgan from Men’s Vogue at the Beatrice Inn on Wednesday night because the latter didn’t respond to the former’s apology e-mail. A true New York noble. [Gawker]
Bruce Willis yelled, "I've abandoned my son!" four times while dining at Freemans with an exotic dancer the other night, then did shots with the bartender. Mick Jagger, Q-Tip, and Leonardo DiCaprio were all hanging out at Upstairs on Monday night. Kathleen Turner's Crimes of the Heart castmates can't tell if she's drunk or just tired. The Observer's Spencer Morgan "bitch slapped" Men's Vogue writer Hudson Morgan at the Beatrice Inn, but they made up soon after. Matthew McConaughey's chest is at the top of In Touch Weekly's list of Top Ten hot chests. Jason Bateman and Ricky Schroder are not working on a screenplay of Silver Spoons, although that would be awesome.
The Post ran a rather amusing item about Anna Wintour “schmaltzing it up” at Sammy’s Roumanian during a birthday party for Observer scribe Spencer Morgan. An attendee of the party tells us that, contrary to a Post spy’s assertion, Morgan’s friends were in full force at the party.
The keyboard player was on top of his game and dedicated a few Hebrew classics to Spencer. Spencer made a very sweet toast thanking Alexis for the party and his friends for flying in. Things really escalated after the fifth ice block of Ketel One when the keyboard player went into a round of 'Hava Nagila' and a bar-mitzvah-style dance line formed in the restaurant. I think Anna Wintour had left by that point.
Here’s hoping the Post also got it wrong that Anna Wintour didn’t take her fur off the whole night. Anyone have actual photos of her in a Sammy’s T-shirt?
Birthday Surprise Minus Pals [Page Six]
Spencer Morgan, Maddox Jolie's erstwhile biographer, reports in today's Observer that after only six weeks, "Mad" has left the Lycée Français. No, he wasn't driven out by the hordes of camera-clutching Upper East Side parents or kicked out because he was crappy at French or even trying to escape the unrelenting pen of modelizer turned kiderazzi Morgan. He's just going along with the rest of his family to L.A. while Angelina films The Changeling, and it's looking like they may not be back. The Brangelinas were supposedly about to take residence in the Waldorf Tower, but would they really pay $100,000 a month if they're not actually living there? Well, actually maybe yes. BBut is it possible that Jennifer Aniston saying she was thinking about moving back east caused them to flee back to California? We'd say also probably yes. But most important, won't his girlfriend's heart be broken? It'll be just like that scene in Love, Actually! Except maybe not. "At this age," the Observer's "exclusive" Maddox source tells them, "the girls and boys don’t really care about each other." That's not age, lady. That's just Hollywood.
Au Revoir, Mon Maddox! [NYO]
Inside Pitt-Jolie's Reported NYC Pad [ABC]
Earlier:Daily Intel's Coverage of Maddox Jolie
Oh, Spencer Morgan. You aspiring rake, you. For today's Observer, the Transom writer somehow convinced his editors that spending the day in a model's apartment would further the cause of journalism. Upon visiting one of the residences, where foreign models all bunk together during Fashion Week, he learns from 17-year-old Russian Nastya Zhelkovskaya that she's "never had such a nice bathroom!" ("It was a perfectly decent bathroom," Morgan observes dryly.) After frolicking with Nastya and a handful of other underage beauties (Russians! Brazilians! Twix!) for the day, Morgan notices that he's been left alone in the living room. "Soon excited chatter and giggling began to emanate from a closed door down the hall," Morgan says, closing the article. Wait, are we to infer the models are giddily discussing his charms? Deciding amongst themselves who gets to bed him? Or did Morgan merely commit that most basic of all Fashion Week fouls — farting in a room full of models?
Princesses of Prince Street [NYO]