And more from our Liz: The National Review remembers La Liz … the new “red scare” — Louboutin vs. Yves St Laurent!
“IF YOU wish to succeed in life, make perseverance your bosom companion,” said the English essayist Joseph Addison.
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WELL, just the other day Lindsay Lohan took her perseverance, her famous bosom and her constant companion, mama Dina Lohan, to a press conference to which the young star had not been invited.
Lohan has been negotiating to play Victoria Gotti in the coming John Travolta movie about the famous mobster. Lohan was an instantly recognizable platinum blonde dish, sitting in the first row. And pretty soon, she was cheerfully invited up onstage with Mr. Travolta, Victoria Gotti herself and Victoria’s son, John Gotti, Jr.
The producers say “nothing has been signed.” I say, the girl just put the project on the front pages of both New York tabloids. Something should be signed.
Legal issues still swirl around Lindsay, but she is clearly motivated to move beyond her own foolishness and get back in the movie biz, big-time. (Lohan is her own worst enemy, but then — aren’t we all?)
And just too bad if you don’t care for this story. Recently I was told — ordered, really — by one of my readers to cease and desist from writing anymore about Miss Lohan. “Stop degrading yourself and your readers!”
I don’t feel degraded writing about Lindsay. She is a very talented and much-beleaguered young woman.
(I’ve written about Snooki and felt just fine, thank you very much.)
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I JUST love reading the conservative magazine called National Review. I seldom agree with any of its to-the-right opinions, but it is always food for thought and has some very good writers. Plus, just seeing it in the piles of mail brings to my mind its brilliant founder, the late William F. Buckley, Jr. He was my friend, named a Living Landmark of New York City back when he was still living and vital. I will always miss his quirky ways and his erudition.
In the April 18th issue of this publication, the editors let slip their reserved guard and moved into my territory – celebrity. Here’s their goodbye to my pal Elizabeth Taylor. I liked its style:
“The life of Elizabeth Taylor, in ascending order of importance: For the last few decades, she was the most modern of celebrities, the wreck of herself: tabloid fodder for illness, weight gain and her Madonna-and-child relationship with Michael Jackson. Her two causes were Israel (a liberal icon when she took it up, embattled now) and AIDS (a PR risk at first, later to become a religion); it is a tribute to her consistency that she stuck with both through their downs and ups. Her romantic life was a satire on romance. She could act, in several different styles; smoldering, comedy, and Albee. She was a phantom of delight. And: ‘Oh, those weepers, how they hypnotize.’ Dead at 79. R.I.P.”
Incidentally, the New York Observer has a fabulously interesting article this very week by Alexandra Peers. It examines Miss Taylor’s relationships with Sotheby’s and Christie’s auction houses, and how her incredible collection of jewelry and famous works of art will go on block in the near future from the Taylor estate – which is sometimes estimated to be near a billion dollars.
Christie’s, for instance, auctioned off the lush blue gown she wore to the 1969 Academy Awards for $150,000 — at that time, the second-highest price ever paid for a dress at auction. But that’s nothing compared to the fantastic jewelry she owned.
Speaking of William F. Buckley, Jr., I luckily snagged his famous son, the novelist Christopher Buckley, to come and speak on a panel come April 26 – along with the New York Times op ed columnist Gail Collins. These two mavens of New York will sit with me in a fundraiser for the Maria Droste Services, which offer affordable psychiatric counseling to those who can’t afford it.
Our little three-person panel will discuss “Resilience” and how to overcome disasters and setbacks. (Not that I know of our two well-known public persons ever having had any disasters and setbacks. But I feel I can guide them to discuss same!) My philanthropic friend, Miss Elizabeth Peabody, has helped set this event in motion. If you are inclined to participate, do call 212–889-4042.
Response to this event has been so overwhelming we have already had to enlarge its venue.
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The Manhattan Federal Court will soon be looking down to compare the Christian Louboutin red-soled shoe with that of its rival, the Yves St. Laurent company.
Louboutin’s shiny red soles and heels are all the rage with everybody in entertainment who is anybody. I do mean Sarah Jessica Parker, Nicole Kidman, Angelina Jolie, Gwyneth Paltrow. Why, I’ve even seen the great Meryl Streep sporting a pair.
It was in 1992 that Louboutin says he hit on the idea when he saw a studio assistant painting her nails with bright red polish. He applied some to the sole of a shoe and the rest was “rouge” history. Louboutin has fended off many cheap copiers, the same kind of pirates who put out fake Vuittton and Hermes bags. But this is the first time I can recall that two major fashion houses have clashed over a single separate idea.
Louboutin says he trademarked his red shoes and the idea is his! Hmmm. Well, Louis XIV, the Sun King at Versailles, had the heels of his shoes lacquered red and every courtier worth his lace raced to come to Court with red heels, then soles. Louis didn’t bother to punish anyone for imitating him. He knew it kept them present and accounted for and in debt – just trying to keep up with him.