Caption for this photo: "here he is creeping out some ladies at cosmo's bachelor party in the fall. i have no idea how he got in. i had met him at a michael phelps-hosted event at bowlmor a couple weeks before that, and he said he worked for diesel. i knew this information would come in handy someday!" Yes it did, tipster, thank you! Now for a new sighting:

He was at the Tribeca All Access Party attended by such film luminaries as Robert DeNiro, Sanaa Lathan, and Viola Davis on Friday. He was standing at the bar right next to me and was drunk as a skunk and abusively demanding faster service from the female bartender! It is really pathetic that these type of lowlifes are allowed into parties and especially allowed to get loud and obnoxious. When I said something to security about him, they didn't do anything and I felt that they really needed to be fired. But later when I was leaving I saw him being searched by the NYPD! So something must have gone down with him that night.

That seems to be his usual thing:

I went to a charity bowling game & wine sale maybe a month ago, and he was circulating, totally drunk, shirt unbuttoned to there, white linen jacket (despite the cold weather). When I recognized him, I told the friends I was with, who were all entertained by his Gawker-publicized saga. Out of curiosity, I asked the door ladies who he'd checked in as, and he'd somehow gotten on the guestlist as an ICM agent.

For my own amusement, I introduced myself and engaged him in conversation. He actually introduced himself as Priyantha, not the agent he'd arrived as, and then tried to tell me about all his fabulous stays at the Hotel du Cap (doubt it). For the rest of the night, because I'd been momentarily kind, he'd try to insert himself into every conversation I was in, every group, and he'd speak to people as if he & I were old friends. Creepy and sad.

Priyantha: if you'd like to speak out with your side of your story, email us.

A tipster tells us Priyantha is still using the fake movie heavyweight hustle to score big time!

With everyone worried about where in the world the Hipster Grifter could be, we are forgetting about our beloved con-man from days of yore. I was The Beautiful Promise charity auction last night at the Westside Loft. While my friend and I were giggling at the idea of signing Heather Mills name up for a bid on a Stella McCartney bag, this tiny sweaty hand with a wine glass reached in between the two of us to cheers.

Before I could figure out what was happening I heard the word "enchate" (it sounded more like he said "Ashanti") and my hand was traveling up towards his thinly pursed lips. I immediately recognized him as Priyantha Silva in an ascot and was frozen with amazement. He began to drunkenly talk to us about how he was a big time movie producer and was leaving this event to attend 3 tribeca film festival parties. We were invited and sadly had to decline. He said to me "I saw you outside and I just knew you would be coming to this event, there was something about you that told me you belonged here". Maybe it was due to the fact that I was standing outside the door to the event for 20 min waiting for my friend that he cunningly figured it all out.

He then launched into a whole monologue about "film and fashion are very similar, fashion is like film and film is like fashion. You can't have a movie without fashion....blah blah blah" at that point we were able to excuse ourselves and get away. About an hour after our attack he was seen trying to hit on my friend's mother explaning how he had just won 3 Oscars (we think he's trying to ride the Slum Dog wave) she rejected his advances and he lurched away never to be seen again for the rest of the night.

If you encounter this man, don't just allow yourself to be seduced by his magic; email us, first.

Spotted: One of New York’s boldest and sweatiest party crashers, Priyantha Silva, was seen in action (or, rather, inactive) on Friday night, slumped over and passed out in a chair at a sold-out charity ball at Cipriani Wall Street.

I met him once a few years ago when he accosted me and a friend at a Jade Jagger/Yoo party and gave us his whole close-talking, name-dropping, rapid-fire spiel about being a “film producer,” and flashing some no-doubt bogus laminated pass from the Cannes Film Festival. Shortly thereafter I read about his notorious party crashing exploits and magazine editor impostor act—not to mention his alleged criminal record—and I was quite disturbed that I stupidly had given him my business card when he had demanded it … months later I received a Valentine’s Day e-card from him!

But on Friday when I spotted him sitting at a table right behind me, I wasn’t sure it was him because: A) He was all slumped over and at first I couldn’t see his face. B) It wasn’t the magazine/celeb/media type of event he usually talks his way into—it was a black-tie, sit-down dinner dance and charity auction, and C) He was in a tux! (instead of one his usual garish shirts). I asked the people at his table if he was with them and they said they had no idea who he was, but then got a chuckle when informed that the guy snoozing at their table is a rabid interloper.

Could it be that Silva has finagled a penguin suit and moved on to posh, black-tie events because he’s exhausted his magazine editor routine for being too recognizable in that world, or because there are so few magazine parties to crash these days? Watch out Upper East Side benefit circuit!

Yes. Watch out!

From yet another lady:

"I met him at this "power woman" party last week, or rather I was cornered by him... He walked up to me at this cocktail thing, grabbed my hand and kissed it before I could yank it away (and believe me I did, I'm not sure I could have been more rude, actually ) and then as I kept backing away he kept stepping towards me, like the Seinfeld close-talker... I think his story this time was that he was an Oscar producer or some such.

Silva's fictional "projects" include action film Judex (with Michael Douglas), Hunt of the Sea Wolves (a modern-day pirate film with Bruce Willis), and Raritan Valley Line, a domestic drama starring Sissy Spacek and Mary Louise Parker. Here's the treatment for the unfortunately-named historical drama Legend of Black Tom. It sounds kind of good, actually?

Have Mistletoe, Will Travel [WWD]

Sniffed our tipster:

There's no way this woman is legit ... why would we comp an editor from another magazine, and her friend, when it's a fundraiser for Baby Buggy?

——-Original Message——- From: saralitke@hearstmagazines.com [mailto:litke.sara@gmail.com] Sent: Tuesday, October 31, 2006 1:58 PM To: [redacted] Subject: Lucky Magazine Lucky Shops event

Hello [xxxx]

Could you please include me, Fashion Editor Cosmopolitan Magazine and a guest for the "Lucky Magazine Lucky shops" event on Wednesday November 8th. Most Cosmopolitan Magazine readers are sophisticated, fun loving, fearless, discerning young women.

Thanks,

Sara

Sara Litke
Fashion Editor
Cosmopolitan Magazine
Hearst Publications
224 West 57th Street
New York, NY 10019
(212)649-3570

Anyway, we have a feeling that this Sara Litke, whoever she may be, is testing the Priyantha Silva waters. She's starting small, trying out lower-profile events where she's less likely to get busted (though apparently, not trying hard enough), and maybe working her way up to Silva status. What we'd like to know is, who is Sara Litke? Has she contacted you before? Photos, etc., also appreciated. Cheers.

Date: Thu, 12 Oct 2006 11:55:52 -0400
From: "priyantha silva"
Subject: my b day tonight

Rachel Krupa (she used to be Lizzie Grubman's right hand girl and was in that TV show "Power Girls) is having a party at this new lounge (tonight is the premiere) in Lowe [sic] East side down the Road from Schillers. it's open bar

See? Your party is now my party. It's that easy! Obviously, we were not invited to join Silva's posse of uninvited guests, so we don't know how things went last night. If, alas, you were actually at this function and saw Silva in action, let us know.

Earlier: Remainders: This Is the Face of Cindi Leive