<![CDATA[Gawker: critical stalker]]> http://tags.gawker.com/assets/base/img/thumbs140x140/gawker.com.png <![CDATA[Gawker: critical stalker]]> http://gawker.com/tag/criticalstalker http://gawker.com/tag/criticalstalker <![CDATA[A Raging Padma Lakshmi: Schiller's, 10:15 PM]]> Area zombie Padma Lakshmi was spotted berating a hostess at Schiller's last night. You'd think she'd be a more agreeable restaurant guest, considering she hosts Top Chef and all. Read about her loveless double date:

I saw Padma Laskshmi and Teddy Forstmann come in for a late dinner last night at Schiller's around 10:15 PM. They had to wait at the bar for a few moments and she went over to the hostess and started flipping out, waving her arms and stamped her feet, while he waited at the bar. They were joined by a woman about Teddy's age who was with a late 20s ish man. Double date perhaps? Padma looked attractive in a black mink waist length jacket, jeans and heels***. He was wearing a navy blue golf-jacket and khakis. They did not seem affectionate at all, and left about an hour later.

We're also told that when the hostess got home from work, she noticed a small bite mark on her hand as she was brushing her teeth. She shrugged, put some Neosporin on it, and went to bed.

Now if you'll excuse me, someone's pounding slowly on my door and I ought to go see who it is.

*** Important correction from the stalker: "Padma was wearing uggs, not heels. Sorry for the slip-up." Gosh.

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<![CDATA[Lindsay Lohan Fights With Girlfriend In First Hour of Valentine's Day]]> Lindsay Lohan's Valentine's Day got off to an awesome start at 1 AM Saturday: A fight on the streets of Nolita, trailed by paparazzi and a reporter for the New York Post.

Adding new details to an earlier Post item, \Justin Rocket Silverman blogs that he was outside a party for Charlotte Ronson at the Eldridge when he saw Lohan girlfriend Samantha Ronson storm out, "a scowl on her face." Lindsay soon followed, chasing after Ronson. Silverman soon followed, notebook in hand, following the fighting couple. By just "a few steps."

At one point Samantha stopped in the middle of Houston Street and said something in a whisper.

"What are you talking about?" shrieked Lindsay in response, "I've been with you all night!"

The couple disappeared into the Bowery Hotel, and Silverman did some reflecting.

As I strolled away, I was struck by two things. First- how painful it must be to have a lover [Ronson] who is so much older, and probably more emotionally mature, toy with your heart and mind.

Second- how identical Lindsay Lohan's screams sounded to the drunken female cries I hear every night outside my East Village window.

As we read Silverman's Post post, we were struck by two things. First, how painful (yet denial-piercing) it must be to have an intrepid reporter document one's inaugural Valentine's Day blow-out fight.

Second, why was a pin-up like Silverman working on the gossip beat on Valentine's? Still single, apparently. Sigh. We did our best, Rocketman.

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<![CDATA[Kathleen Turner, Valentine's Table for One]]> Well, at least one other person had a lonely little Valentine's Day. Celebrated widestanced actress Kathleen Turner. A tipster saw her dining out last night, table for one.

She ordered a salad and didn't like something that was in it because she kept flinging something out of it into a small plate again and again. The whole time she read a book, and no one approached her.

She made bold, grand gestures as she ate and read to the tables around her, but no one paid her any attention at all. My friends and I were seated at the opposite side of the restaurant, however, and we took several cell phone pics of her when she wasn't looking :)

Final verdict - she was extremely nice to her waitress, and we gays were way too chicken to approach her. She was also, strangely, much prettier in the restaurant than she was on stage!

Because this is the modern age, the tipster also took the above photo. Happy Valemtime's Day.

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<![CDATA[Who Is Neil deGrasse Tyson, and Since When Is He a Literary Rock Star?]]> A tipster writes: "Okay WTF. This is upstairs at Barnes and Noble Union Square, before the [Neil deGrasse] Tyson reading. It is MOBBED. Who the hell is this dude? What gives????" Good questions!

There are some inquires Wikipedia simply can't help you with. In this case, it informs us that Tyson is an astrophysicist, director of Hayden Planetarium and repeat Colbert Report guest at the Museum of Natural History on the Upper West Side.

And he's been on Colbert Report several times. But still: What gives? A Colbert appearance hardly guarantees a packed house at a book reading; just ask Jennifer 8. Lee. Is there a cult of Tyson? Or are people just desperate for free ways to kill time these days?

This sudden popular interest in both science and books, simultaneously, is disturbing and we're determined to get to the bottom of it.

UPDATE: To rephrase Network, because he's on television, dummy. We're reliably informed by an actual science geek that Tyson appears regularly on Discovery Channel and the channel Science as a talking head and that he hosts Science Now (a Nova spinoff) on PBS.

In other words, Tyson might as well be an alien as far as much of the New York literati are concerned. But you should study the man, if only to learn how to set off a chain reaction at B&N, dear poets.

UPDATE 2: Andrew Krucoff blogged a video of Tyson describing how we might all be sucked into the sky toward our death, and tells us Tyson is coming to the 92nd street Y next month.

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<![CDATA[Madoff-Robbed Kyra and Kevin Still Flying First Class]]> Maybe Kevin Bacon and Kyra Sedgwick aren't so broke after all? Though they lost money in Bernie Madoff's Ponzi scheme, a tipster tells us they're flying first class to LA right now.

As our tipster emailed earlier this morning: "On American Airlines flight 1 to LAX. First row on the right. He wearing black hat and glasses and she with her back to the boarding passengers."

So they're in the air right now, as Flight 1 is the daily 9am departure. That's kind of funny to think about.

And first row means first class, and that ain't cheap! So that's reassuring. Plus, Kyra has all that money rolling in from The Closer., so they may have lost some of their savings, which sucks for them, but they still make more money with one gig than most of us could make in ten years. If you were worried about them, I think it's okay to exhale.

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<![CDATA[If We Had a Book, We'd Read It Everywhere, Too]]> A critical Stalker sent us a secretly-snapped pic of Washington Post Watergate-breaking journalist Carl Bernstein, reading one of "his own damn books on a plane." It's A Woman in Charge: the Life of Hillary Rodham Clinton.

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<![CDATA[Ivanka Trump Ignores Basic Career Advice]]> We received a celeb-stalker sighting this morning: "Ivanka Trump—5th avenue and 57th street - Her hair was a mess. Didn't bother to dry it before leaving her place. Other than that, she looked great." Wet hair? We've got news for for 26-year-old Ivanka, whose job with her dad comes with a fancy title (Vice President of Real Estate Development and Acquisitions) and an assistant: According to Megan Hustad's newish book, How to Be Useful: A Beginner's Guide to Not Hating Work, she's just broken a cardinal rule for young twentysomethings in the workplace.



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<![CDATA[Terry Richardson, We Should Probably Be Friends]]> I see transgressive fashionart photographer Terry Richardson everywhere around Nolita! Practically every other day. I see him walking his dog, and standing outside the deli talking on his cellphone, and in front of the bookstore. I see him on the weekend at that Szechuan restaurant on St. Mark's. Once I saw him coming out of that building with the fancy door on Bowery, and figured that's where he lived. I saw him this morning. Because of all these run-ins, and because I have always enjoyed his work, I feel that we should be friends. I mean, how can you see somebody every day and not not.... love.... this:


So next time I'm just going to say "Hi," Terry. All right? Cool.

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<![CDATA[Salman Rushdie Rides the 6 Train]]> Here's author and knight Salman Rushdie—or as our tipster put it, "Padma [Lakshmi's] ex"—on the uptown 6 train, clinging to the pole. What is he thinking about? No one knows. Click for the larger image of the distinguished Satanic Verses author.

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<![CDATA[Whatever Happened to Dennis Rodman?]]> Friday, 3 a.m. The Carnegie Deli on Seventh Avenue. Just finished: half a chicken, insultingly overpriced. They charge you $3 extra to "share." Bastards. Friend to waiter, upon being informed that they don't accept credit cards: "I wish this place would just... stop existing." In wanders an unusually tall man, peroxided hair, flanked by two very short white guys. Oh, no: it's former Chicago Bulls forward and Celebrity Mole winner Dennis Rodman.

Rodman's a little drunk; then again so are we. He's laughing while his friends egg him on. They appear to have just met him, and you can sort of see their thoughts scrolling across their heads like a ticker: "Whoa, we were just drinking at Jimmy's five minutes ago, and now we're hanging out with Dennis Rodman!"

Outside on the sidewalk, we gape silently, respectfully through the plate-glass window, for what we were witnessing up-close is the degraded version of a former celebrity lifestyle. Instead of Tao, it's the Carnegie Deli at three in the morning. Instead of an entourage of strippers and Madonna, it's two hicks that he met at the bar down the street.

Suddenly, we both understand what happens after you stop being famous. This is end-stage fame. Enjoy it while it lasts.

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<![CDATA[Whitney Port: Ubiquitous New Yorker]]> Move over, Kirsten Dunst. Whitney Port is the new queen of New York! Or, at least, of New York "celebrity" gawking. A back-up player on MTV's reality soap The Hills, Port works for fearsome fashion PR maven Kelly Cutrone and is filming her own New York-set reality soap show called The City, also starring socialite (I think?) Olivia Palermo! There have been lots of paparazzi photos of the cow-eyed blonde floating around photo agencies lately, and we've received several you are there Stalker sightings in the past few weeks. Though, I guess, some of those "sightings" may be carefully planted PR mumbojumbo. Cause, you know, PR folks tend to do that. Read and decide for yourself after the jump.

Oct. 1
"Just saw Whitney from the Hills at Delicatessen on Prince & Lafayette. Looked like she was filming her new "reality" show as the film crew took over an hour to set up."

Sept. 27
"Saw her at the corner of 17th & 5th, I was on my cell asking where City Bakery was. She stopped to tell me it was one block up and said, 'Sorry, I overheard you asking, and it's just one block up.' She was super sweet and much shorter and tinier in person, but still really pretty even without make-up."

Sept. 14
"Gold Bar / Sunday night (1am monday morning), Whitney and Lauren from The Hills."

Sept. 13
"Saw Whitney Port of 'The Hills' at La Esquina on Kenmare last night around 10pm. She was eating with friends, all very normal looking and there were no cameras, bodyguards or anything. She was super sweet and friendly as I said approached her when I was leaving. Told her she was the only redeeming character on the show and she repeatedly said 'thank you'"

Sept. 10
"Whitney Port from The Hills at the W Hotel on Lexington and 49th street at 2pm. dont know if your care about this chick, but she is staying here."

Sept. 5
"I saw Whitney from the Hills at Mercer Kitchen today (9/5) around 1pm. She was wearing leopard print SHORT-shorts that you could see straight up when she walked up the stairs to leave. I ran into her in the bathroom as well where we had a short convo. She is much thinner in person than I imagined. And prettier. Amazing skin. She said she was going to be in NYC for a while. Hills spoiler??"

Real or fake, the lady is suddenly everywhere. And yet we've managed to completely miss her. Maybe it has something with our never leaving the house.

Hiiiiiii Whittles!!!!

Images: Left & top right via Bauer-Griffin, bottom right via Splash

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<![CDATA[David Blaine Will Not Perform "That"]]> We've received three sightings of magician/fake stuntman David Blaine today, and all seem legit. Here's the best one: "5pm: Walking East on 11th b/w 5th & University talking on his cell phone insisting 'No, you have to tell them that I'm not going to perform that!'" Heh.

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<![CDATA[Palin Wins Heart and Mind of One New Yorker]]> We've received a few Sarah Palin sightings during her jaunt to New York, but none as overwhelmingly positive as the following. This encounter suggests that Palin has beatific, Virgin Mary-like powers.

44th St. between 6th & Broadway

6 p.m. Wednesday

Saw Sarah Palin exiting her hotel with a massive security detail. Hate to say it but she was gorgeous, long-legged, very tall. She looked at me and sorta, kinda smiled. Absolutely striking, but I’m still not voting for her.

"Sorta, kinda smiled..." The power of Sarah Palin's Mona Lisa smile can melt even the most jaded of urban hearts. God help this country.

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<![CDATA[John McCain Saving The Nation]]> John McCain's motorcade snapped by a passerby on 57th St. at 9th Ave. in Manhattan yesterday at 5.30pm—just about the time he was supposed to be recording an interview for the Late Show with David Letterman or else saving the country from financial ruin.

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<![CDATA[It Happened Last Night: Drew Barrymore and 'That Dude From Gossip Girl']]> It's the most unfightable news story of the day. Last night, at a Kings of Leon concert, actress Drew Barrymore got into some down 'n dirty tonsil hockey with Gossip Girl fop Ed Westwick. They were sucking face like mad, for all the world to see. And see the world did, if our tips inbox is any indication. Several breathless emails arrived in the early morn, keening to us about this sex explosion that will surely ruin the world with its blinding hotness. Or something. Read some accounts of the events after the jump.

Drew Barrymore was at the Kings of Leon show last night at Webster Hall. She was with Ryan Gentles (manager of the Strokes, who looked strung out). She left with her arm wrapped around Ed Westwick....which makes sense, since she seems to go for guys about 15-20 years younger than her.

Chase Crawford was at the Kings of Leon show last night. He had a black hat pulled down pretty low. Outside the venue after the show, he was surrounded by girls as he smoked cigarettes with Ed Westwick. When Westwick went off with Drew Barrymore he stayed for a little bit.

From the Foggymonocle:

We caught Drew Barrymore slobbering all over the dude from Gossip Girl at last night's Kings of Leon after party at Bowery Electric. It was like a high school make out session.

From Us Weekly:

It is the second time in a week that Barrymore and Westwick locked lips, another source tells Us. They were spotted chatting this past weekend at a Saturday Night Live after-party, which The Kings of Leon also played. "Chemistry was there!" a witness tells Us of the two. They then headed to NYC's hip Fat Cat Billiards, where they stayed until 6 a.m., shooting pool with Gossip Girl cast members (including Crawford), actress Ellen Page and Emile Hirsch. "Drew was hanging all over Ed!" a witness tells Us, denying more reports that she had also smooched Crawford. "They were full-on making out!" Adds the witness, "They were definitely all over each other. It was on!"

If you are curious about even more Gossip Girl stalker sightings, there is a special map right here.

[Photo by Justin Bishop, via Vanity Fair]

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<![CDATA[The Porn Star At the Dominican Bar]]> He's back! Porn star fashionisto Erik Rhodes, former sexual liaison of skirt-wearing fashion designer Marc Jacobs, was spotted at a gay bar up in Washington Heights. He looked good, our tipster says, until you realized who he was and not just "some random papi." Stalker report after the jump.

Spotted on the ledge at No Parking, the Dominican gay bar in Washington Heights, on Saturday night. Was in a wifebeater, ridiculous roid muscles, def less hot when one realized he was a fashion-loving porn star rather than some random papi.

Aww. Given that he was once so sad, it's nice to see him back in the saddle again. I guess adoring Latino boys will do that to a fella.

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<![CDATA[You Got Lorber'd!]]> Amanda Lorber—the bossy, wonderful star of MTV's delightful high school newspaper reality show The Paper—spotted in Manhattan (she goes to NYU, dontcha know)! "Yesterday afternoon saw Amanda from the paper running down the CPW near the NYAC, looked exactly like she did on the show." YES.

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<![CDATA[Dave Matthews Concert Attracts the Loser Celebrities]]> What? We'd expect to find a slew of celebs at at a hip downtown concert for, say, the Citizen's Band or something—but mediocre granola college-rockers Dave Matthews? The Stalker sightings are coming in from last night's show at Madison Square Garden, and it seemed to have attracted the celebrity dregs. Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen were backstage, "dressed like it's January," one tipster said. And aging cougar-fameball Dina Lohan, mom of LiLo? Allegedly drunk:

"I sat in front of Dina Lohan and her much younger male friend at the Dave Matthews concert last night. She was acting like she was 20 and was pretty drunk. She was dancing in a way no mother should dance. She is prettier in person than I had expected and does not look even close to her age."

Come on, it's Fashion Week. Was there seriously nothing else to do last night?

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<![CDATA[Regrettably Spotted: Real Housewives' Alex McCord and Simon, Nude On St. Barth's]]> Not sure what you did this lovely Labor Day weekend—saw your family, or headed off to the beach, or maybe just wandered the temporarily-empty city—but I can bet that you were not having as nearly as much wonderfully disgusting fun as our tipster. He managed to catch glimpses of the terrifying Alex McCord, from Bravo's Real Housewives of New York City reality horror, and her dopey (and apparently well-endowed) husband Simon in the nude while on, of course, the topical tropical island of St. Barth's. With, ew, their children. (To be fair, Alex is often naked, but this sighting was in the flesh!) Read the effusive report after the jump.

on sunday my partner and i were walking down saline beach and who do we see??? that crazy climbing 'social' bitch alex mccord and her gay husband simon... with their kids. they were at the end of the beach, in a sort of wash area where runoff gets trapped in a pool. walked over, and was freaked out because they were butt as naked. kids too. i mean, really. saw simon's junk, and the bare ass and tits of the REAL HOUSEWIFE. they weren't trying to hide their ASSets at all. listen, this is st barts, and naked it ALL OVER, and i love that the french are so free... but it ALWAYS creeps me out when americans go topless here because i know it's not really our custom... but
DAMN, completely nude?? a 'celebrity'??? PS - simon's cock kind of big, just too bad it's attached to such a douche.

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<![CDATA[Deflowering the Brooklyn Real World's Mormon a Big Priority]]> MTV's Real World has begun filming in Red Hook, unfortunately, and so we had already steeled ourselves for tips like these: "Sitting next to guy and girl having lunch at Mizu, and girl is telling the man about how the Real World guys tried to get her to come home with them to deflower the Mormon..."

"Gave her the number to the house, apparently its a Kentucky area code? She is kind of into it. She is prob about 28-30, vaguely normal and not at all slutty. Guess they have one goal, and that is to get ANYONE to lay the Mormon."

Oh, they must mean Chet, the engaged dude from Salt Lake City. So what was the phone number again?

[Photo: NewYorkology]

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