In a new interview with Vanity Fair, actress and Twitter celebrity Mia Farrow reveals this interesting fact about her life: Her son, Ronan, whose biological father has always been reported to be the director Woody Allen, may actually be singer Frank Sinatra's son. This is a Jerry Springer episode for the 1 percent.

Here's a gem from the late Ted Kennedy's FBI file: A memo about a New York City socialite's claim of "considerable information about sex parties" including three Kennedy brothers, Frank Sinatra, and Marilyn Monroe.

[A lovely view of the Brooklyn Bridge at sunset yesterday. It's like hearing Liza's and Sinatra's versions of "New York, New York" at the same time. Image via SpecialKRB's Flickr]

There's an entire Sunday Styles item on Jay-Z's nu-New York anthem, which has now been performed at the VMAs, the World Series, City Hall, your son's bris, and everywhere else. Should Hova step off, or should Sinatra step over?

Two teenage celebrities might be getting married, and therefore: doing it. Robert Pattinson's life is invaded by aliens. Paula wants back on Idol, and I want back in the womb. Madonna, Sinatra, Spears, Spacey. Presenting your Sunday Morning Gossip Roundup:

Last week we made a joke that Jamie Foxx should play Frank Sinatra in Martin Scorsese's upcoming biopic about the singer. Well, now Brit tabloids are making the same joke, except they call it "reporting."

Shia LaBeouf codifies a Jewish stereotype, Broadway still hates Jeremy Piven, Larry King lives on despite being 132 and not having Carrie Prejean on his show, and Alicia Keys is dating some rapper guy.

Yesterday we learned that Marty Scorsese is directing a Frank Sinatra biopic and all of New Jersey fell over dead with joy. Today we wonder: Who's gonna be in the damn thing?

Oh my goodness, it really must be Italian Appreciation Day. Marty Scorsese, beloved maker of mob movies, has signed on to direct a biopic of one Francis Albert Sinatra.

Photographer Steve Schapiro needs a hook to sell his $700 special edition book about the Godfather movie. The behind-the-scenes pictures (including James Caan wired up with explosive squibs, left), 1,000-copy print run and author signatures might not be enough, and lord knows the economy isn't going to help matters.…

Never one to miss an opportunity to sing in public, superstar George Clooney picked up the nearest megaphone and began to croon the afternoon away. Clooney started off with a selection of songs made popular by his aunt, Rosemary Clooney, before transitioning into a jubilant medley of Rudy Valle and Frank Sinatra…

Sometimes we pine for the days before celebrities became bloggers. There was a time when, if you wanted to hear something that originated in a celebrity's brain, that something had been painstakingly culled by a professional pseudo-journalist from the reams and reams of useless, insipid crap that make up the bulk of…