Jake Gyllenhaal and Reese Witherspoon Set a Bad ExampleJake Gyllenhaal and Reese Witherspoon texted on their BlackBerrys during the matinee show of August: Osage County before sneaking out at intermission. Criminal! Judith Regan is now suing the lawyers who are suing her for alleged unpaid fees. Anna Wintour sat courtside at the Knicks-Cavs game last night courtesy of LeBron James (she’s putting him on the cover of Vogue’s shape issue with Gisele in April). Jeremy Piven texted two separate models he met in New York to come meet him at the Mercer Hotel, though he didn’t know at the time that they knew each other. The Champagne Marilyn Monroe drank during her famous 1962 shoot was spiked with either drugs or vodka.
S.J.P. and M.B. Have a Spat on the C/EMatthew Broderick and Sarah Jessica Parker got into a fight on the platform of the downtown C/E train at 23rd Street. Alpha Media head Kent Brownridge married Hearst publicity head Alexandra Carlin at the Gordon Ramsay restaurant. Artie Lange tried unsuccessfully to get four Dallas Cowboy cheerleaders to disrobe on the Howard Stern show. A lot of foodies showed up at the preview of Alain Ducasse’s wine-themed restaurant, Adour, in the St. Regis. Bruce Springsteen waited a half hour for a lunch table at the Turning Point in Long Branch. Cindy Adams says Heath Ledger once tried to avoid her by saying, “You people from the press are not nice to me,” but that he smiled while saying it. Liz Smith approves of the fact that Jenna Bush is getting married in Crawford, Texas, and not the White House.
Sheryl Crow Finally Has Something to Say About Ashley and Lance
Sheryl Crow thinks it’s “pathetic” that Lance Armstrong is dating Ashley Olsen. Paris Hilton has been frequenting New York hot spots very late at night (or, rather, early in the morning). Donald Trump Jr. is suing the board members of his West Side condo for kicking him off. Jon Corzine’s ex, 48-year-old Carla Katz, is dating a 32-year-old American soldier and former model. Torch, a new club slated to open tonight, is scrambling to get Tiki Barber and 800 other invitees not to show up because the plumbing isn’t ready. A guy on the subway once told Matthew Broderick that he looked and sounded exactly like Matthew Broderick.
TBS: Not So Funny After All
On the one hand, it’s totally mean of the TBS to torture Matthew Broderick and other sufferers of Mets-induced seasonal affective disorder by leaving this billboard up. On the other, we don’t so much mind seeing Jeter looking like he’s about to get popped in the back of the head.
Fireworks, Cake, Paul Anka: Nothing at the Plaza Could Heal Matthew Broderick’s PainThe Plaza Hotel’s 100th anniversary last night ought to have been a joyous celebration. The Orchestra of St. Luke’s played a forties-Hollywood soundtrack. Yitzhak Tshuva, the Israeli mogul who turned the hotel into condos, smiled and laughed among some 200 family members and his favorite singer, Paul Anka. Gucci brought really cool fireworks — they even shot rockets off the roof of the building — and a twelve-foot, one-ton Ron Ben-Israel cake in the building’s image was admired and then eaten. And it was good. And yet, Matthew Broderick, there to toast the happy occasion, could barely contain his sorrow.
V-Day in CeleblandSpike Jonze and Drew Barrymore spent Valentine’s Day together. Nicole Kidman and Keith Urban spent Valentine’s Day apart. Sarah Jessica Parker and Matthew Broderick spent Valentine’s Day together, but seemed “distant.” Mike Myers, Hugh Jackman, and Joan Collins all spent Valentine’s Day at the Waverly Inn, though, presumably, not together. Mike Bloomberg’s favorite singer is Aretha Franklin. Liz Smith says Steve Schwarzman’s birthday blowout could have cost as much as $15 million.
Mom’s Art Makes Matthew Broderick Nostalgic for Old Greenwich VillageMatthew Broderick — owner, with his wife, Sarah Jessica Parker, of that perfectly maintained, multi-million-dollar brownstone around the corner from the Magnolia Bakery — is saddened by the moneyed gentrification of Greenwich Village. He’s been thinking about the Village of his youth — when he grew up a few blocks from where he lives now, on Washington Square North — after pulling together the catalogue biography for an upcoming show of work by his mother, Patricia, a painter who died in 2003, at the Tibor de Nagy Gallery. “It was definitely more bohemian,” he says of the old days. “Now it’s very cleaned up and a lot richer. It used to be a lot of fun — there was music, we played stickball. I’m making it sound like the thirties now. Oh, yeah, we played kick the can, we rolled our own cigarettes …” Patricia Broderick’s paintings, priced from $14,000 to $25,000, are mostly portraits and landscapes from that earlier Village era, and Matthew is finding them a bit tough to part with. “It’s upsetting,” he says. “The gallery just sold this painting of a naked woman dancing with a dog, and I always loved that painting, but I guess someone else did too.”
— Emma Rosenblum
Tibor de Nagy Gallery [Official site]