The Election-Aftermath SlideshowLast night was historic. We know because we couldn’t get any sleep with all of you hollering on the streets. Just kidding, we were black-out on Old Granddad — nothing could have woken us up.
‘Vanity Fair’ to Cancel Its Legendary Oscar PartyAccording to Radar, the latest victim of the writers’ strike is the Vanity Fair Oscar party. Usually held at Morton’s, it was scheduled to be at Craft this time around. Bummer, man! How is Graydon going to peddle reservations to the Waverly Inn for the rest of the spring?
Vanity Fair to Cancel Oscar Party [Radar]
Press Announcement: Vanity Fair Cancels Oscar Party [Vanity Fair]
Video: UCB, We Are Scientists Rock Your Office Party
Upright Citizens Brigade Theatre and We Are Scientists joined New York Magazine on Wednesday for an office party a little more rocking than those uptight affairs we’ve been covering in recent weeks. While the company president got drunk and the intern repeated everything he’d overheard during his not-brief-enough tenure, at least there was a rock band to compensate for the awkwardness. Plus, everyone who came got a subscription to New York. This actually sounds way better than our holiday party. (Ahem.) Stay tuned for more New York by New York events in 2008.
Not Your Holiday Office Party [Video]
New York by New York
Paps No Match for Moms at ‘Rocket Science’ PremiereThe Regal Union Square Cinemas were taken over last night by the star-sprinkled premiere of Rocket Science, the high-school-debate-team comedy which features a gaggle of comely twentysomethings. For once the paparazzi were outflashed and outshouted — by the scrum of stage parents roped off on the other side of the red carpet. “The first time I ever did a play — my parents over here will remember this — I forgot all of my lines and started bawling,” explained actor Nick D’Agosto, winking at his adoring mother. D’Agosto is currently filming scenes opposite Hayden Panettiere for the fall season of Heroes. He plays her superpowered boyfriend, and omg! They get to kiss! “I have a girlfriend, but it was great. It is wonderful,” he said. “So, I’m going to play that down.” Oops, too late for that. —Brett Amelkin
Bonus Party Lines: More photos and quotes from the Rocket Science premiere.
E Pluribus, Man BandVH1’s latest genius concept show, Mission: Man Band, debuts today at, well, now. But last night its stars, former boy-banders being molded for your viewing pleasure into the grown-up boy band Sure Shot, celebrated the premiere at Gramercy’s Runway Club. The band’s four members — who hail from Color Me Badd, LFO, 98 Degrees, and ‘N Sync (the Backstreet Boys, apparently, think they still have their original careers) — were disappointingly nice and PR-trained and heterosexual-seeming. 98 Degrees’ Jeffrey Timmons said the show was a “great opportunity” and brought up the possibility of reuniting with his former mates, including Nick Lachey. “I think it’s definitely about that time,” he said, likely noting that Lachey has done nothing musical since Vanessa Minnillo gave him just one night (una noche!).
Chopra Bails on Album Party, But André the Muse ImpressesRasa Music’s launch party last night for Mothers, a collection of remixed African songs, was quite likely the first event of its kind to take place at ABC Carpet & Home. It was billed as a chance to meet Deepak Chopra, but Deepak didn’t make it. A low-key Padma Lakshmi, though, swung by for a chat with DJ Donna D’Cruz, Rasa’s chief and also Lakshmi’s compatriot (both, the author explained to us, hail from the same corner of India). But the focal point of the evening — which, for the record, meant upstaging Patricia Field falling out of a cut-up T-shirt — was André J., who is famous for “wearing calmness” (as well as an Afro and a poncho) in what could be New York’s most memorable Look Book. The self-described “muse,” who since his Look Book appearance has switched to gleaming helmet hair and moved down the alphabet to André K., defined his role in the launch as “I am this room. I am this party.” We didn’t argue. He then picked up some balled-up napkins and brought us a Chardonnay. Thanks.
Related: Look Book: A Cheerful Muse [NYM]
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CFDA Welcomes New Members, Prepares for the Tents
As New York’s fashion designers count the days till Fashion Week, which starts this year on September 5, two days after Labor Day, battles for models and tent times are heating up. But at the Council of Fashion Designers of America’s party for new members at Diane von Furstenberg’s studio last night, no one would name — and only a few would acknowledge — the most diva-ish designers, who politick to cast and schedule most fiercely. “There are model problems sometimes,” acknowledged Stan Herman, a board member and former president. “There are time-slot problems sometimes. There are moments that designers go, ‘I can’t show next to that person’ or ‘I won’t show next to that person.’ But not very many.”
Strippers, Socialites, Animals, and Art at Watermill Benefit
Robert Wilson’s Watermill Center is kind of like a summer camp for young artists, and its annual benefit is perhaps the most amazingly odd party we attend. Saturday night was no exception. We walked into cocktails to find a naked and rather chunky woman blindfolded and covered in fake blood; as the evening went on she occasionally broke glasses of milk on the ground. The woods nearby were filled with plasma television screens showing Wilson’s video portraits of various animals — a toad, a porcupine, a shaggy dog — and as you walked along the path, people dressed as incredibly stylish animals would scatter or approach at your every step, until you ended your walk at a group of Tibetan drummers. (At cocktail hour last year, there were people in skintight black and white spandex suits with giant globes attached to their heads and limbs.)
Big Laughs and Small Food at ‘The Ten’ PremiereThe Wet Hot American Summer gang — the Stella gang? Part of the State gang? — is back with a new movie: The Ten. It’s ten sketches, each inspired by one of the Ten Commandments, and it premiered last night at the DGA Theater in midtown. The after-party was at Avalon in Chelsea, and our Party Lines crew reports it was particularly late and particularly boozy, with a D.J. playing oldies, lots of small food (mini-burgers, mini–croque monsieurs), and big crowds on the smoking porch. What did David Wain, Michael Showalter, Michael Ian Black, Paul Rudd, Kerri Kenney, Gretchen Mol, Winona Ryder, and lots of others have to say at the party? Why was Chris Meloni wearing that ridiculous hat and Janeane Garofalo that crazy jacket? Why was Winona wearing an overcoat and a hat? (Does she have her own weather system?) All those answers at our Interactive Party Lines.
‘The Ten’ Screening [NYM]
Bijou Phillips Wants Michael Vick Dead
Horses were not the only thing kicking dirt at the Mercedes-Benz Bridgehampton Polo Tournament this weekend. We asked Bijou Phillips what she thought of the dog-fighting allegations against Michael Vick, and she was pissed. “It’s disgusting. It’s unbelievable,” Bijou seethed. “If he did what they say he did, I think he should be shot. They should do to him whatever he did to those dogs.” Yikes. We’ve got more scathing thoughts from Reggie Jackson, Danny Masterson, Aretha Franklin, and others in our Interactive Party Lines.
Bijou Phillips, Reggie Jackson, and others at the Mercedes-Benz Bridgehampton Polo Tournament [NYM]
Explosion Damage Damages ‘Damage’ PartyHuman beings build mental models for things. You don’t really think about your commute into work; you just do it, the same as you do every day. This is why every now and then, when you walk to that same subway station to go someplace else, you get on that usual morning-commute train even though you mean to go the other way. Well, we have a model for party reporting, and last night we were set to cover the after-party for Glenn Close’s new FX drama, Damages, which we were told was at Cipriani’s. We assumed that meant Cipriani 42nd Street, so we left the office at the end of the day on autopilot. We saw some police barricades; we ignored them. We turned onto 42nd Street. There were a lot of bright lights. The street was blocked off. Wow, we thought, big premiere.