By Jared Chausow
By Katie Toth
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By Albert Samaha
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By Jon Campbell
By Jon Campbell
By Albert Samaha
Actually, I went to that party several times, hoping to catch host ANNA NICOLE SMITH in all her messy glory, but I couldn't find her; maybe TrimSpa really works. Nahby my third traipse in, she had emerged on the runway and a cheering throng had gathered 'round, leaving me a focused view of just her hair, teeth, and cleavage (encased in a tagfree bra collection). Looking like a floating Hirschfeld cartoon, the un-reality star magnetically flounced a boa to the tune of "The Stripper," proving she could always get a side job at Scores. The inside dope was that Anna Nicole had gained 20 pounds in the last two weeks, causing panic when she couldn't fit into her assigned dress. But she looked amazingif as tightly packed as the New Jersey governor's caboose.
The next night, it was the Heatherette show that was packed, and so were my ears with extremely vivid dish. It turns out PARIS HILTON wasn't even supposed to model in the show, she was just going to watch, but at the last minute, she changed her mind, so they took an outfit away from KIMBERLEY STEWART and let Paris flaunt it instead. But the socialite-author became the rip-ee when she lurked backstage in the finale outfit as downtown diva AMANDA LEPORE paced the runway, everyone waiting for scheduled star NAOMI CAMPBELL to arrive. Sly Naomi finally showed, so they ripped the ensemble off Paris and gave it to her, and I hear Paris was actually all right about it. (Literary triumph tends to make one quite serene, as I oughta know.)
PAPER, SCISSORS, STYLE
Speaking of which, I wrote the intro for Paper magazine's clothes-and-celebs-drenched book 20 Years of Style, and it came out! (I also wrote intros for books about the '80s club Area and fashion lady PAT FIELD, but both epics have stalled like a COLIN FARRELL movie without a dick shot. The checks, I'm sure, are in the mail along with my Pulitzer for trashy gay gossip.)
Anyway, the Paper book party at the Ukrainian Institute brought out swarms of fabulistas and Style network's NICK SCOTTI, who told me his new batch of New York Nick shows won't include his family (they all fought and now hate each other), so instead he'll visit other people's families. I guess strangers are the new accessories for fall.
And quirky movies, darlings. In the midst of the fashion whirl, cinema provocateur DAVID O. RUSSELL (Three Kings) had a special screening of his inspired I ♥ Huckabees. "I'm not even aware of Fashion Week," Russell told me, blithely. "I have no feeling about it"and that, my friend, is the correct answer. But fashionably enough, his film is a loopy comedy about how the search for the infinite self affects life at a retail superstore (though I'm usually searching for marked-down Strawberry Shortcake soap dispensers).
"Fox Searchlight is like Miramax now," said the cater-waiter-turned-director. "They have a real passion. Harvey lost his appetite for small movies." (I will not accept any jokes here. Besides, Harvey's even svelter than Anna Nicole these days.) Russell added that before Huckabees landed at Searchlight, "SCOTT RUDIN took it to SHERRY LANSING, saying, 'She wants another Royal Tenenbaums and this is it, but she'll never understand it for a minute.' " Did she? "No," said Russell. "If you put a gun and ASHLEY JUDD in it, she would have gotten it." Ouch-a-magoucha!
CAMPBELL SOUPED UP
JAMES TOBACK has his own issues with movieland's big guns. At the premiere of his sexual con game When Will I Be Loved, Toback told me that what's wrong with movies today is "corporate control, which is felt like a claustrophobic shadow hanging over the conscience of the movie." It's no good! Toback avoids it with low budgets, though he managed to afford NEVE CAMPBELL, who gamely does it with a woman, an old man, a shower hose nozzle, and even her boyfriend. "Neve was ready to try anything," said the writer-director admiringly. In other words, nervy Neve never says never.
In keeping with the movie's impromptu feel, the cinematographer didn't make it to the premiere because, as Toback admitted, "I couldn't find his phone number." But Campbell was there, telling me, "I'm 30 and I've become more comfortable with myself." No kidding! (By the way, the Post's LOU LUMENICK gave the movie one star and called Toback "an aging auteur." Toback says Lumenick should have disclosed that in the '60s, he studied under the aging auteur at City College and got a D for "dumb klutz." "That probably would have been one of the better grades I got at that time," responds Lumenick. "I barely remember those days. I think the statute of limitations on that expired about 20 years ago." Toback's still calling me with D words.)