"Is living nude the best revenge? Stephanie Seymour, the 41-year-old former supermodel and veteran of Sports Illustrated swimsuit issues, Victoria’s Secret catalogs, and, not least, two Playboy pictorials, would seem to be making that claim on these pages. (A protocol question: Is one still entitled to be addressed as a supermodel even after leaving office, like governors and secretaries of state?) Her marriage to Peter Brant, a wealthy businessman who resembles a taller, more dashing version of Buddy Hackett, must have seemed like something out of a fairy tale back in 1995, when they tied the knot in Paris and then settled into a comfortable life that included homes in Greenwich, Connecticut, the Hamptons, and Palm Beach. She was 26, he 48. 'He’s strong, intelligent, sensitive, and very masculine,' she purred while discussing her then fiancé with People magazine in 1994, on the occasion of her election as one of the 50 Most Beautiful People in the World. Brant cannot claim that level of renown, but his résumé is not shabby. In People’s words, he is 'the polo-playing owner of Interview, Antiques, and Art in America,' while a recent court filing reminds us that he is also 'a newsprint entrepreneur, an art collector, film producer, and owner/breeder of thoroughbred horses.' Oh dear. Did we say 'court filing'? Well, yes, Mr. and Mrs. Brant truly did have a fairy-tale marriage, or at least a fairy-tale divorce, because if you’ve recently read any fairy tales you know that they are unpleasant little narratives full of rage, jealousy, misbehavior, and vengeance." (Vanity Fair)
"'I don't usually wear a tux to go the movies!' laughed the dapper Colin Powell, arriving at the Cooper Square Hotel for the Cinema Society and Tommy Hilfiger's after-party for Precious. The legend missed the screening due to an official dinner, but he has imminent plans to catch it in theaters. 'Like everyone else, I've heard a lot about it,' said Quincy Jones, arriving a few minutes post-Powell. Those who did catch the film in the hotel's gleaming, comfy screening room--a new regular spot for the Cinema Society, one hopes--had plenty to discuss. 'Did you cry?' Andrew Saffir asked Donna Karan afterwards. 'Of course!' the designer responded, embracing the CS impresario. "I came here in waterproof mascara," said Kyra Sedgwick. 'I was ready for all the tears!'" (Fashionweekdaily)
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"Spotted: The most au courant stylist and his starlet (in that order) enjoying a soigne soiree. Last night was an evening for those in the young and fashionable social circles to be seen and talked about. The exclusive and deliciously chic Rooftop Club of The Gramercy Park Hotel was the setting. The occasion: the launch party for Eric Daman's new book, You Know You Want It: Style-Inspiration-Confidence ...Daman is the Emmy Award-winning costume designer and stylist behind the hugely popular television show Gossip Girl, which chronicles the feuds and trysts of fictional young, well-to-do New Yorkers.The luminary of the evening, the oft discussed Leighton Meester (who penned the introduction to Daman's book), is an exceptionally beautiful star ... The most entertaining relationship was between stylist and client. Meester and Daman's discreet smirks and giggles bespoke an almost familial relationshipn - sister and brother reunited." (NYSocialDiary)
"Darren James once led a busy life as a porn star. 'Sometimes it'd be 10 women in an orgy scene -- nonstop,' he said, talking about his career at its busiest. "And you work from eight in the morning to maybe eight at night. And that's one scene. All these women. Nonstop.' It was part of a job James did successfully for nearly eight years. Until he got the call all porn performers dread. 'I get that call,' he said, shaking his head. 'Everything stops. I had the virus. I'm like, whoa, what happened? This can't be happening to me. ... I thought I did everything right. And my whole world just crashed.' James learned he was HIV-positive in 2004. And he doesn't know, he said, how he got infected. 'I don't. There was just so many women pressed up in that short period of time,' he said. James passed the virus to co-workers, although 'not knowingly,' he said. 'I'd known three girls I'd infected and I knew them,' James said. 'They're nice people and I felt bad.' James' HIV infection shut down Southern California's porn industry for a month. When his identity as the original infection was made public, he says the isolation that followed drove him to attempt suicide. 'I know porn ain't the best business in the world, but it's all I had,' he said." (ABCNews)
"I see that my old friend Marc Rich has come clean in a book and admitted that he traded with the enemy and made billions in return. He would, wouldn’t he? About ten years ago, the then Spectator proprietor, Lord Black, had a fit against the poor little Greek boy when I wrote that Mossad had tipped off Rich not to fly privately to Spain because the Feds were planning to force down his plane and bring him back to justice in the States. Among some of the epithets he called me was Goebbels. Boris Johnson, then practising a much nobler profession as editor of the Speccie, defended me as best he could and I survived. Not that Lord Black wanted me fired, more likely suspended, like a naughty schoolboy caught talking in chapel. Now Taki has been justified. Once the Swiss refused to extradite him—I wonder why?—the Americans planned a snatch job by helicopter, landing in Zug, where the bum lives, but they backed off. My source is as good as it gets, and the plane job was on until Mossad, listening in on the American base in Italy, got wind of it ... Rich is, of course, unapologetic about a life in crime .. Some readers might remember that I ran into this rat in the garage of my chalet, of all places. He was staying with my next-door neighbour and that Marie Christine of Kent woman (a nice little groupetto). I shouted at him and told him he belonged in jail." (Takimag)
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