hackfights
This story is so awesome: in part because it centers around
Hud Morgan, the scarf-wearing and
fruitini-drinking libertine who's dating a barely legal daytime TV actress; but mainly because last night's incident between two journalists at the
Beatrice Inn is an echo of the
noir New York of vicious gossip columnists and drunken fights over starlets. (If we're playing
Sweet Smell Of Success, can I be J.J. Hunsecker, please?)
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request for information
Anyone witness the hackfight at the West Village nightspot last night between the two Morgans, the
New York Observer's Spencer, and scarf-wearing Hud from
Men's Vogue?
Details, please.
dana vachon
The author needed to meet some very important person from the world of publishing, and his tightly-wound editor let him know it by waving frantically and then physically dragging him over to the corner of the bar.
Dana Vachon had been born wealthy and healthy and handsome and he was right to view himself as entirely blessed, especially considering that his first novel,
Mergers & Acquisitions had already gone to a second printing that very day. No one wore costumes on the night of his book party at Felix, that Eurotrash magnet on West Broadway, but there was no need for costumes to have a masque ball. Everyone knew their role and played it.
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Gawker
Yesterday's item, on the altercation between two louche gossip columnists at the Beatrice Inn, missed a crucial line of dialogue. After slapping fruitini-drinking jailbait-shagging Hud Morgan of Men's Vogue in the face, the Observer's Spencer Morgan (no relation) explained why he'd held back: "He wasn't worth a punch." The original item is now updated.
