“I think that people are being more conservative… There’s a dichotomy: On one side, people are skimping on certain things and then, on the other side, you see these fabulous clubs again. There are extremes on both sides. From being in the PR industry, maybe deciding not to serve hors d’oeuvres. Or, instead of a big name DJ, let’s get an unknown. Instead of paying an appearance fee for an actor, maybe go with a socialite.”

We might direct him to the film Bon Voyage, set in France in 1940. As the NYT said, it "juggles myriad characters in various states of panicked self-absorption at a turning point in history."

[Photo: Nikola Tamindzic for Home of the Vain]

"Nahant Laliberte" is also his Facebook name, and he described his hometown in an interview on Guest of a Guest as "one of the smallest towns in New England, surrounded by beaches, and water, and a tight knit group of close friends."

Huh. Maybe those "close friends" are lucky they're not on Cityfile, because Laliberte—ever the consummate PR professional—has a long and colorful history of calling his dear chums out!

The email, excerpted for time and sanity (full thing can be read here):

I'm sure your story is based on emails sent from someone who hacked into my gmail and forwarded emails (mostly doctored) to an anonymous yahoo account (gaydavidvid@yahoo.com), and also hacked into my facebook and wrote a string of graphic, disgusting, and damaging emails to specific individuals. The self-same person had interactions via my gmail with people who assumed it was me writing. I am not perfect—I've made mistakes, but the extent and depth of the perpertrator's obsession with discrediting me has led him or her to severely alter the truth.

There is no story or article forthcoming about Kristian. Unfortunately!

I know for a fact that the people behind this sinister prank will be revealed in as little as two weeks time. They made a lot of stupid mistakes—logging in from a private computer, sending information to people that I never knew, talking about events that I was out of the country for, etc. I really don't want you to be involved with hindering a criminal and legal investigation—which I think your baseless article will be doing. I'm sure you have some fantastic pull quotes from unscrupulous editors or people that I have never been friends with—-but again, they mean nothing in the face of the fact that someone HACKED into my gmail and facebook and manipulated and twisted information.

I readily admit I've made mistakes. I was naive to trust people like you when I moved to New York. I didn't understand the toxic nature that defines the very insulated social world that I work in. At this point and time however, I know who my real friends are, I love my job and my family and I have very little time for anything other than those three major components of my life. Your suggestions of me air kissing those who hate me are so off base it's laughable. I'm a germophobic and notoriously shy. I rarely approach someone unless I'm introduced to them—although I'd probably make an exception for David Beckham :).

Oh, come on. David Beckham aside, anyone who's met Laliberte will tell you that he's quite touchy-kissy. Even if they haven't been disinfected first!

If you knew me even a little, you know that I've kept my friends I've had since day one in this city except for two people, one of whom has written an expose betraying all those he/she used to work with (and is writing a follow up about the very "socials" she/he befriended) and the other who's severe drug problems, thievery, rampant stds, and bulemia forced me to cut off the friendship.

BLIND ITEM ALERT!! Which one of Laliberte's ex-friends has bulimia, "rampant" STDs, and a "thievery" problem? And who mentions that kind of detail in an email to a frenemy?

I am not sure about writing freelance, but starting a clothing and a pr firm takes so much time that by the time I'm out I'm just there to spend time with my friends, not gossip about them. I know personal information that about people. If I had been a "rat" that information would have long been known. The fact that I still have the same friends that I had when I graduated Columbia in 2005 says alot.

That is three whole years, people.

Please just leave me alone . I don't know if your homophobic or what—but its starting to creep me out.

Hah! They usually accuse him of being gay, actually.

Your investigative campaign is hurtful in the extreme. Stop emailing my friends about me. Stop writing about me. Stop thinking about me. Just leave. me. alone.

Thanks so much for your time,

I hope this email may have somewhat illuminated your clarity of what you are attempting to write about.

Best,

Kristian

Oh, Kristian. You really gotta outsource your own personal PR instead of handling it yourself. This is not helping!

Remember this? The drama surrounding to the run-up to the reality-show announcement, a Hamptons affair that Laliberte is now involved in? After socialite Emily Brill wrote about her "heart to heart" convo with Laliberte, he emailed us:

"I know Emily socially, I have never spent any one on one time with her. Half the time I am not sure what she is saying, she speaks very quietly...I have no idea what Emily is referring to, nor am I involved in any project with her. I would suggest that she employs a fact checker in the future."

Laliberte told Blackbook today, regarding Joshua Stein of Page Six Mag saying that he leaked info on his frenemies:

"Believe me, if I wanted to rat my friends out, I know secrets that could destroy their careers, and they know my secrets. All of my friends are people I love and trust. I've had fake friends who I now realize did throw me under the bus, but I have exorcised them from my life. As for Olivia Palermo, I never received the letter in the first place. And I certainly am not going to supply information to a website that caused me to receive death threats. Josh Stein thrives on gossip. Anyone who spends their life writing negatively on other people is not someone whose opinion I value."

"you know that whole style.com piece was written by derek blasberg. and he name drops himself in there too. ugh. why does he never take the heat. its so annoying."

[Blackbook]

[Photo: Emily Brill]

Writes Stein:

Kristian Laliberte has been selling his friends up river from day one. He sent the Olivia Palermo email to Socialite Rank that caused no small amount of pain for that woman. He's sent items to nearly every single gossip columnist reporting on the relationship-breaking contretemps of nearly every single friend he's had. Anyway, someone—-who I could not find out—-hacked into his Gmail account and sent those tipster letters to another anonymous account. They plan on revealing all Laliberte's perfidy in a few weeks time.

"If anyone has any clues to who would do this, some of the messages were quite personal, and therefore seems to narrow the prankster down to someone who knows me. If you weren't effected please disregard this message."

Brill began hanging out with shallow socialites like Laliberte, as well as Devorah Rose and Annabel Vartanian, when she launched her newly svelte body onto Facebook and the Manhattan social scene. The Brill family misfit, daughter of the founder of American Lawyer and Brill's Content, wrote on her new blog about the "substance" of her new friends, and catalogued the parties and fashion shows at which she met them. "Kristian and I were having a pretty good heart-to-heart, not to mention the fact that he was giving me pretty good business advice and even contacts (for all of that non-existent work I do during the day)," she wrote on her site, Essentially Emily.

By exposing Laliberte's participation in a project that she's too good for, Brill may have their budding friendship. Laliberte responds to Brill's post in a chilly email to Gawker: "I know Emily socially, I have never spent any one on one time with her. Half the time I am not sure what she is saying, she speaks very quietly... I am not involved in a reality TV project in ANY capacity with Emily Brill. I have no idea what Emily is referring to, nor am I involved in any project with her. I would suggest that she employs a fact checker in the future."

So, whom to believe? Well, Emily Brill wrote us, when we ran an item on the reality show: "I don't know what you're hearing. I'm not part of any show." So she's not a reliable witness. But nor, on past performance, is Laliberte. Our working hypothesis: they were both involved in the show; they're both panicking; they're both lying; and they're both equally awful. This would have made fabulous television. (Oh, and by the way, does anybody still maintain that Emily Brill is a private individual off-limits for this website?)

• Unruly Heir Kristian Laliberte may have plagiarized an article in one of his press releases. Also, he "is clearly a monkey." [NYO]
  
• Cops are investigating a break-in at Charlize Theron's house. [Us Weekly]
  
• Quarterback Michael Vick was sentenced to almost two years in prison for his inhumane dogfighting activities. [NYDN]

What was your childhood like and what did you want to be when you "grew up"? My childhood was the most amazing and idyllic experience...I lived in this magical town, Nahant, one of the smallest towns in New England. I spent my summers building forts in the rocky cliffs along the shore, sailing in the inlets of the peninsula, and attending art classes at the ramshackle, laid back club that all of my parent's friends belonged too....As an only child, my parents always treated me like adults...By the time I was ten, I had been around the world and back-always exploring different cities. ...I always had ten or twelve books I was reading....I went through a million stages of the age-old what do you want to be query. I think I oscillated between ambassador, U.N. Secretary General, architect, hotelier, and artist constantly.

What were your years at Milton Academy (boarding school) like?
Milton really opened my eyes to writing and charity.

You went from a double major in European History and International Politics at Columbia, studying in Paris, and working at a Pokhara refugee camp to a career in fashion and PR...How did you make that decision?
I drink in history books before I go to bed-right now I have an affinity for Imperial Vienna.

Do you like the term "socialite"?
It's a moniker that gets bandied about a lot. I looked it up in the dictionary the first time I saw it used in conjunction with my name and I still don't get what it means!

Appearances can be deceiving. The book we were celebrating, 'Miss Education', isn't about tennis lessons at all. It's much more Francesca Lia Block than 'Gossip Girl,' full of sentences like "Parker in black and white Adidas high tops with the gold tongue and a raccoon coat she found in her basement. Blue with no jacket and no hat, just I Ching cards stuck into the spokes of his wheel. They ride, speeding and skittering on the icy shoulder of the highway, occasionally letting out a full-moon howl for the hell of it. Dangerous, and alive."

Likewise, you'd expect Soapnet's "Fashionista Diaries" starlet Bridget Helene to be shoving herself in front of the cameras all the time and reticent in front of someone who writes for a website, but: No. She stood at the corner of the bar, away from the flashbulbs, and expressed relief that the show was over. Now, she can live wherever she wants. "During the show, we had to live on Canal Street, and that was horrible. I mean, it was up high, so you couldn't smell or hear anything. But as soon as you'd come out onto the street, there would be, like, 1000 Chinamen— 'Prada!' 'Gucci!' Hey, is that Russian Navy by O.P.I. nailpolish? That is my absolute favorite," she said.

It was.

Publicist Kristian Laliberte came late to the party in a designer bomber jacket bearing the legend "John Lennon Loves On" and eyeliner. He's not eating carbs right now. I asked him to introduce me to his friend Tinsley Mortimer but he demurred. "Things are a little dicey with Tinsley right now, because of Peter [Davis]," he whispered.

So I went over to Tinsley's rarefied corner of the room alone, feeling as if I was bringing my lunch tray to the popular kids' table uninvited.

Her blonde ringlets shone in the bar's semidarkness, and her eyes registered nothing more than mild confusion when I told her why I'd come. Her tiny nostrils and her long black lashes fluttered as she spoke, and her voice was deliciously husky and just the tiniest bit Southern-accented.

Tinsley was happy to hear that someone had enjoyed the recent Styles profile of her relationship with her husband Topper, who she first married when she was 18. That bond was annulled, and the two were later remarried at a in a more socially acceptable way at a more socially acceptable age. Still: Romantic!

"Well, I feel like I might be really cheesy to say this, but you have to fight for love. You have to do whatever is necessary! I feel like people are too scared to say, 'I'm crazy about you! I'm obsessed with you! But when you feel that way, you should go for it, absolutely,' Tinsley said, widening her already-wide eyes.

It must be hard, though, to have been with the same person for so long, from such a young age. Seriously: Eighteen!

"Well, yeah," she said, "I mean, Topper was my first sexual experience! Sorry! Too much information?"

No, Tinsley. That is the exact perfect amount of information.

"But he'd been with other girls... I mean, he'd gotten it out of his system." She smiled. "I'm so glad I've never had to be single in this city. My sister-in-law is single, and it sounds awful!"

Oh, it is. But being in a long relationship with someone with whom one no longer has anything in common is worse.

"But I feel like it's actually really important to have separate lives, and that's what keeps your relationship strong in the long run," Tinsely said. "Most of all, you have to believe in love."

"I didn't know that Paul was an official employee at Vogue—I thought he worked in a personal capacity for Lauren Davis. If Vogue had an issue with the show, it was never brought to my attention. The show was pitched to me and I brought on Paul. When I terminated our agreement with the development company, it was because of various other offers that I decided to pursue."

"I didn't know who Peter Davis was until I was accused of dating him and I read about it in the newspaper. The instant I learned he was in a relationship with Paul, which wasn't immediatly brought to my attention by Mr. Davis, I tried to make it clear that I had never harbored what you call a 'hot pash' for Pete. I wish them both the best in their relationship."

Hissssss.

Musto Lets Loose! Tells of the Night Tinsley Tried to Queer-Block Him! [NYO]

I went to a very small birthday party for my friend Cory Saturday evening at an apartment in Hell's Kitchen.

Social-fat Kristian Laliberte shows up (wearing a ski cap for some reason even though it was 75 degrees?) with some girl (both with severe coke face), which I felt I had to capture on my cell phone camera for Gawker. Unfortunately, his 6'5", 120-pound French boyfriend caught me and proceeded to chase me around the apartment asking "Why are you taking pictures? You are lying to me. You are being a bitch." Like, he would leave me alone for 15 minutes, and then come back again, "Can I just delete those pictures?"

The French guy was so rabid I had to ask him "Are you we going to have a problem here?" in my best threatening-physical-violence voice. [If you know Jory, this is kind of hysterical. In short, although tall and gym-obsessed, he is not frightening. —Ed.] Then the girl came up to me, "Can I see your phone?" Kristian was overheard in the kitchen saying "I really want to delete those pictures, I heard he works for Gawker."

It became the talk of the entire evening, until the three stormed out, the French guy adding "You have some very interesting friends" as he pranced off.

It was so ridiculously dramatic, it was awesome.

Tonight is Kol Nidre; tomorrow, the Jews of the world apologize to anyone who will listen about all their conniving heeb behavior during the previous lunar year. On Saturday, city and state machers (and anyone who shelled out $150 for the honor of dovening next to Gov. Spitzer) can be found self-flagellating at Temple Emanu-El. Observant lesbians will be found beating their hoary bosoms at the prestigious Park Slope Jewish Center. Hipster Jews in pink tights will like pray or whatever at The Shul of New York, the Mr. Black of synagogues. So in the spirit of atonement and definitely wanting to end up in the Book of Life , here's a list of individuals to whom I'd like to apologize.

The afterparty was even more badass. We spent a lot of time talking to the models, who were all around twenty. The most voluble model was Dale Kim, who said he preferred to be described as "an entrepreneur of life" rather than a model. Later, we overheard him asking one of the other models who he was with (meaning: representationwise) and what his next big project was.

None of the models got paid except in clothes, but they did get to take home goodie bags full of men's products, such as Mensgroom brand male grooming paste. There was also a little packet of samples from a brand called John Allan's. They were accompanied by a brochure with the John Allan's tagline: "Reality. Commitment. Balance." As if you are going to marry them or something.

The only drinks at the show were Budweiser Select and Fiji water, and the only eats were platterfuls of edamame and mini Rice Krispie treats being passed in pizza boxes. The free things situation was slightly better at the afterparty at Bar Martignetti. Downstairs, the hoi polloi (models included!) were treated to an open bar. Well, the vodka was free. Everything else, you had to pay for.

Upstairs, though, Kristian held court with his inner circle, and the food was free if you ate it off the rich people's plates. Lesser Known Better Connected blogger Gregory Littley was there, as was Social Life magazine EIC Devorah Rose. Socialite reporter Peter Davis's insanely hot boyfriend Paul Johnson-Calderone—but we thought he hated Kristian?—ate frites alongside teen soap star Leven Rambin, who took a sip of a champagne and ginger cocktail ("Her first sip of alcohol ever!" Paul claimed) and pronounced it nasty.

Kristian ordered steak frites. As I left, he offered me a bite of his steak. I ate it, so I guess this means we are friends now. The steak was pretty tasty.

This was the first time I had met Ms. Wohl, though we all certainly feel like we know her a bit. She was wearing her signature headband. Her black eyes are deeply set; they sparkled with an almost feral intensity. "

What's your name?" I asked.

"Mount Helix," she said.

"Come on," I said.

"Mount Dessert," she said.

"Fuck this," I said, and began to walk away.

An older gentleman approached Mt. Dessert. "Arden," he said, "how are your parents?

"Great, Marty. They're great," she said.

Ms. Wohl changed tactics. Turning to our photographer, she said, "Ooo, you're sexy. You have red hair and so you're sexy." She grabbed the camera from around her neck and tried to take some photographs.

In another corner we happened upon Kristian Laliberte and Devora Rose, nestled near the bar. (Later we would happen upon them again in more inebriated form.)

"Joshua!" said Kristian. "You haaaaaave to be nice! I'm soooo terrified that Emily is coming to the Unruly Heir show! She's going to be soooo mean."

"K-dog," I said, "you're not going to be the center of the story."

"Can you please just add a sidenote? Say that I'm skinny. You can even say that I'm anorexic. I don't care," he said.

Kristian Laliberte is skinny and perhaps even anorexic.

Social Life editor Devora Rose scowled.

"Let me give you my card," she said, and handed over her glass of red wine. It was Coke.

"Diet?"

"Touch my waist," she said. "Does it look like I need to be on a diet?"

"I meant the Coke," I said, and left.

Soon Tommy Hilfiger got on stage. "Are you excited to hear Debbie Harry from Blondie and her band?" he asked the crowd in his strangely robotic way.

"Yes," murmured the crowd. And then she was on, singing "Call Me."

We took the opportunity to page through his book. The "Lolita Taboo" of which they write makes no mention of the fact that "Lolita" was ever a book.

Then Debbie Harry pointed to the Balzac sculpture. She said, "Look, it's our special guest, James Brown! Can we get a spotlight on him?"

Her request went ignored. The tech guy probably really confused, as it clearly was Auguste Rodin's 1898 bronze Monument to Balzac. Ms. Harry became more and more peevish about the joke. We left the book behind, on an Egg Chair.

[Photo: Danielle Ezzo]

The scrum outside Tenjune on Little West 12th Street was dense and fragrant; sweat, trash, desire. Ladies in high heels pushed up against the velvet rope like pieces in a game of human Tetris. Were they just pushing to get in because a large black man was pushing to keep them out?

Pete Wentz being paraded across the red carpet like a lemur in heavy eye makeup. Behind him trailed NBA baller Jason Kidd, who is very tall and who wore little or no eyeliner.

On the main dance floor, ex-Top Chef beefcake Sam Talbot was dancing with another Season 2-er, Josie Smith Malave. Celebrities! Of sorts. Nearby ex-Project Runway gay Malan Breton was standing with a guy with a faux-hawk and a cougar tattoo. Though they did time on the same network, these reality folks did not greet each other.

Other than them, the place was completely packed with that kind of striped-shirt-collared men and tarted-up women that you'd expect in the Meatpacking but not necessarily at a party nominally thrown by a singer in an emo band; a man that once wrote, "What meant the world imploded, inflated then demoted all my oxygen to product gas and suffocated my last chance..."

A man in a "The Hamptons Are For Suckers" t-shirt angled for entrance into the VIP lounge. He has a house in Water Mill. A man in close-cropped gray hair tried to kiss, rather violently, a young girl of Indian descent. She firmly placed her hand over his mouth and said no. He moved on to her friend.

Devorah Rose, editor of Social Life magazine and socialgay Kristian Laliberte came in from the Hilfiger party at MoMA. Laliberte was in a good mood and drunk. He tried unbuttoning my shirt with one hand and taking a picture with the other. "Promise you'll be nice," he said. Devorah Rose snaked an arm around my waist. Seriously. This was supposed to be a good party?

Dear Friends,
Some of you are already helping with this amazing event, but I wanted to invite those who are not the chance to buy tickets. I am the Vice-Chair for the Junior Committee, and tickets at the Junior level are $250.00.

I am writing on behalf of The United Nations.

The United Nations Office on Drugs and Crime (UNODC) and Equality Now, would like to invite you to the Gala Dinner and Premiere of the Hollywood film Trade starring Kevin Kline, at the United Nations Headquarters. The film powerfully depicts the problem of international sex trafficking of women and children. Although the movie's narrative is fiction, it was inspired by "The Girls Next Door," an article by Peter Landesman published in The New York Times Magazine in January 2004.

This is the first time any major motion picture has held a world premiere at the UN. The premiere will take place at 7 p.m. on the 19th of September, 2007, in the historic Trusteeship Council Chamber at UN Headquarters in New York. The UN Secretary-General Ban Ki-moon will open the Premiere. The screening will be followed by a gala dinner in the magnificent UN Delegates Dining Room, from 9:00pm until 11:00pm. So far the host committee includes Meryl Streep, Kevin Kline, Hillary Swank, Sigourney Weaver, Sam Waterston, Stanley Tucci, Candice Bergen, Gloria Steinem, Phoebe Cates, Marisa Tomei, Eve Ensler, Ivanka Trump, Bianca Jagger, Jack McCollough, Lazaro Hernandez, Bijou Phillips, Zani Guggelman, Rachel Roy, Jessica Stam, Lucy Sykes, Eleonora Kennedy, Trade producer Roland Emmerich (director/producer/writer of "The Day After Tomorrow", "The Patriot", "Godzilla", and "Independence Day"), and Terry George (director/producer/writer of "Hotel Rwanda" and director of "In the Name of the Father"). Additional confirmed supporters that will be in attendance include Ted Turner and her holiness Sai Maa. Music will be provided by Mark Ronson.

To view a trailer of Trade, please log onto www.tradethemovie.com. All proceeds of the event will benefit victims of human trafficking.

I would like to ask for your support in the form of a ticket or table purchase for this amazing event. Individual tickets are $250. Tables are $5000 and seat ten.

As the UN is reaching out to the next generation of influential young people, we think he would make a great addition to the attendance. [Ed. Note: HUH?] I would be grateful if you could let me know at your earliest convenience so that we make all necessary arrangements.

If you have any questions, or would like more information, please contact me.
I hope you can join us.

Kind regards,
Kristian

We arrived just as Trump Vodka's open bar was closing but it was clear that it had been well-utilized. Micah Jesse's family had flown from Atlanta, his friends had taken the LIRR in from Hofstra—and a few relatively good looking and quite inebriated women in fedoras had stumbled out of their boudoirs in wifebeaters and eyeshadow. The man of the hour himself flounced about in red suspenders and glitter. It was like he was reliving his bar mitzvah but this time around, so much gayer.

Though it didn't surpass Levin Rambin's Julia Allison-hosted Sweet 17, there were more than a few underage drunk girls doing ridiculous things. Also, most impressively, Micah Jesse Koffler had assembled a slideshow of himself that he was projecting onto the wall. Micah Jesse with Minnie Driver. Micah Jesse with a Jewfro and a shit-eating grin with Bobby Bacala. Micah Jesse in high school.

The real question, however, is this: how will it all stack up to Kristian Laliberte's Paris Match party tonight. Oh, you didn't get the invite? HERE!

As we circled the room, we ran into professional muse and Look Book victim Andre J, who called Gawker fierce before his friend told us Andre himself is the epitome of fierce. "Fierce," we replied, fiercely. Under a beautifully carved threshold, we met Kristian Laliberte's nemesis, Micah Jesse.

A red blazered and clearly tipsy Aldon James, the National Arts Club president, seemed happy as a clam to be surrounded by young guylinered gays. Some other members huddled in the back of the room, or attached like barnacles to the settees, seemed a little more timid in their embrace. Hadn't they ever seen the Dark Crystal? They were the Skekis and they needed these Gelflings to survive.

Apparently there was some kerfuffle with Leven Rambin, who Micah is better friends with than Kristian, but who Kristian put on the invite to the Unruly Heir launch (a disaster, says Micah.) But our favorite thing Micah told us is this:

Now when I see him at the Rose Bar, he acts a fool. He's running around dancing and being loud. We can't even make eye contact. He wants to be photographed. I want to be in PR. I'm studying the art of PR. I want press for other people but we all want to see the end of Kristian.

Share-ing Is Caring [TONY]

We hear that Anna Taggart is none other than that noted hag of Kristian Laliberte, the socialite Anisha Lakhani (pictured, far right). "She's a very talented writer," an acquaintance of hers tells us. There are also rumors that she's written young adult novels under a pseudonym in the past.

We haven't asked Anisha about this—stay tuned for forthcoming denials or affirmations. But the most convincing evidence that Anisha's behind Taboo is that she used to be the chair of the middle school English department at Dalton, and still tutors. A friend tells us that Anisha has regaled her with tales of girls "getting high while she's helping them write their term papers." If that's the kind of shocking revelation that will be found in Taboo, we can't wait to read it!

The theme of the party is white, from the attire (white hot!), including the hosts dressed in Celine, to the drinks and the food. All photographs taken at the event will be released in Black and White. We seek to bring light to the plight of depression affecting so many at risk teenagers—hence the donning of white not only to expose this dark afflicition, but to celebrate the promising summer.

From: Kristian Laliberte Subject: Need Studio To:

I am looking to rent or buy a studio downtown in the Grammercy, Soho, Nolita, or the Village.

LEt me know if anyone has any leads.

Thanks,
Kristian

I want to live by myself.

Hey everyone- I am extremely excited and proud to announce that I am the new spokeswoman for CARESSA jewelry. The jewelry is brilliant, high-end, beautiful pave' diamonds and I am honored to be the embodiment of the brand. It would be an overwhelming joy if you would join me for this event, following my 17th birthday and before my trip to the Daytime Emmys in June. I have attached the invite and a sneak-peek of the campaign, which is to debut in W, Vogue, on buses, billboards, and phonebooths starting in August. I wish to see you all there! All my love, Leven Rambin xoxo

BANKSY's Camp Tells Us To Cease and Desist Unveiling BANKSY [Complex]

Laliberte's Lodgings Looted [NYO]
[Photo: Patrick McMullan]