Mommie Dearest
Someone take that kid away! Sharon Stone is one kooky momma, which new court papers in her ongoing custody battle for son Roan (with ex Phil Bronstein) reveal. She once diagnosed the boy’s case of constipation as a spinal disorder and Sharon seems to be so off the wall that she even suggested having her son’s feet Botoxed to cure his smelly feet. Um, Sharon, its called Gold Bond – try it, it works! Continue…
Gay? No Way!
Tsk, tsk. Lindsay Lohan has gone back in the closet. The actress, who has been openly making out with her longtime girlfriend Samantha Ronson all over the place, admitted to being in a lesbian relationship when she spoke to the syndicated radio show Loveline. But now La Lohan is asking for a do-over! Continue…
Queen B!
Britney Spears is back on top! The embattled pop star, who spent much of last year either drying out in various rehabs or locked up in a mental ward, was out filming the music video for her new song, Womanizer in L.A. on Sept. 24th wearing a funky black wig a la Uma Thurman¹s character in Pulp Fiction. Continue…
Cougar Alert!
So it looks like Drew Barrymore has moved on from the Mac guy. The 33-year old actress was spotted swapping spit with 12-years younger Ed Westwick, who plays scheming Chuck Bass on the teen soap drama Gossip Girl, at a Kings of Leon concert in NYC on September 23. Is it possible for her to stay single for a minute?? Continue…
What if we were to take a portion of Time Square’s advertisement screens and apply them toward something that’s not consumer-driven but culture-driven, an effort that supports a broader and more intelligent experience of New York City? Continue…
Inevitably the spirit world was going to catch on to the art/fashion love-fest and try to ride the wave, but Absolut, no doubt, has done it in its full grandeur. On September 30th, Absolut will take designer Helmut Lang’s first institutional solo art exhibition Continue…
The Bowery Hotel is home-away-from-home for Hollywood actors who secretly yearn to be New Yorkers. The warm décor hearkens to a well-heeled uptown home—with a Bowery edge. Rather than a super-slick design hotel, guests here enjoy velvet drapery, Oushak Turkish rugs, and doormen in red coats with twinkly eyes. Continue…
The small window in the façade of Degustation barely lets passers-by glimpse the pleasures therein. Inside, only nineteen patrons can partake of them. Owner Jack Lamb oversees the house; his presence lends a brisk glamour. These features suggest exclusivity—and indeed, there’s the vibe of a private club—but if you manage to score a reservation, you’re welcome to join.
You’ll sit side-by-side at the length of bar along the open kitchen of Chef Wesley Genovart. The small plates reflect his Spanish upbringing: imagine haute tapas with a twist. The croquetas appear traditional, but the smoky flavor inside will widen your eyes. The tortilla is broken down into its components and rebuilt as crisped envelope filled with quail egg and shallots. Degustation also benefits from its contiguity with sushi restaurant Jewel Bako.
Your senses will guide your menu choices. Watch an assistant dress a plate with burnt-caramel, black-peppercorn gelée and grilled mission figs while you catch the scent of the foie gras that Genovart sears to complete the dish. Don’t even try to resist ordering it.
Consider the Torija to finish your meal. A sweet brioche soaked in heavy cream and lemon, lightly cooked, and set off by the bitterness of frozen grapefruit, it’ll float off the plate and into your watering mouth. The lovingly curated cheese plate with a glass of the ambrosial Sauternes makes a tempting dessert alternative… or addition. By Niki Kanodia
Degustation, 239 East Fifth Street. (212) 979-1012. Closed Sundays.
Dude Looks Like a Lady
What is going on with the cross-dressing urban youths of today? Not the mascara- wearing, chunky-highlight sporting, lip-gloss popping, seemingly castrated she-males, who occasionally find you-tube fame. The specimen in question is seemingly all-boy, the sexy scruffy hipster. You know the type, looks like he should be in a band and knows how to handle a skateboard, chances are he can’t do either, but man is he pretty in his skinny jeans and striped cardigan! The sort of pansexual cutie girls want to get, and gay guys want to get drunk. Let’s face it, emulating this hipster “rocker” look has been the closest most straight men have gotten to being stylishly cool in the last decade (thank you, Kurt Cobain), but the trend has taken a turn toward the way too tight!
Let me tell you something, buddy, you have to be packing quite a bit of testosterone in order to pull off some girl’s jeans! It takes more than a denim and spandex blend to acquire the swagger of Iggy Pop. Simply standing on the hyper-hip L train platform in Brooklyn amongst rows of spindly and squat man-legs alike, tightly cased in varying shades of gray, blue and black, you almost expect these fancy boys to start doing ballet. To add insult to injury these sausage-cased peacocks have forsaken the messenger bag in favor of the ubiquitous canvas tote! Are these lady pants cutting off the circulation to their brains? I hate to be as ball-busting as those pants must be, but why are boys taking their style cues from Nicole Richie!! I mean as if guys in leggings isn’t enough, now they have shoulder bags!
Factor in the shaggy hair, and you have a city teeming with the most girly men it’s seen since conservative Reaganomics helped to cleanse the streets of the last remnants of disco-loving mustachios, circa 1981. Now I know what you are thinking, “But Professor you are stylish and not the butchest bean in the bunch, don’t you go tight?” And my answer, “Certainly my dear, I may wear a fitted pair, but when I can’t take the subway stairs two at a time unless I resort to carrying my family jewels in a shoulder bag, I feel more like a woman than if I was rocking some stilettos!” Must I remind you that testicular camel-toe is not a good thing? Besides, when a guy’s junk is being stored way up in his body cavity, doesn’t it kill his sperm production? And what girl wants a guy who can’t put a little cream in her coffee?
A word of advice from Professor Pink
