Nick Gruber, Calvin Klein's ex-boy toy, is "writing" a tell-all book about his two years with the fashion designer. What Came Between Me and My Calvin is the title, which suggests he slept with Klein in order to be able to break up with him and publish a book with the most perfect title ever.
His book's title is based on this ad from before his birth
The two broke up earlier this year, but it looks like Gruber will be screwing Calvin at least one more time.
Out (June/July 2012) is foisting its "Hot List" on us, including a slew of hot faces, bodies and (see above) packages. Amongst my faves are Matthew Terry, Hudson Taylor, Harry Lloyd, Ian Harding and Josh Henderson. Henderson (who used to treat his MySpace followers with half-naked photos, see left) is heating up thanks to his Dallas reboot. I know him from his days as a teen popstar, when his cool mom ("Mama Hendu") used to be in regular touch about coverage for her strikingly handsome son. He was a member of Scene 23, a boy/girl group that was formed on a WB (remember them?) series called Popstars that predated American Idol. Another grad of Popstars? Nicole Scherzinger, who was a member of short-lived, short-tempered (trust me!) girl group Eden's Crush.
Via Sticky (NSFW): Calvin Klein's new underwear campaign (above, with more here) is pretty and pretty scorching. It's also interesting to see what's much more stressed these days than it was back when he originated the concept of the male model as sex object:
With thanks to Keith (follow him on Twitter): Liz Rosenberg and Interscope (Warner who?) have dropped an info-packed press release on all of Madonna's accomplishments of the week: Madonna by the numbers!
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Madonna gets teary thanking her late mom
I was invited to cover the red carpet for Madonna's W.E. premiere at the Ziegfeld earlier tonight. Then I was uninvited. (Space.) Then I was re-invited. I wound up getting to go, and it was a blast of epic proportions. There was a very light turn-out of fans in the cold rain, but the press was packed into a long tent leading into the theater. I was placed two slots from the bitter end, which turned out to be a nice position because anyone who did the red carpet had to pass us to get inside.
I've had front row before but A-1...I'd be riding her dress train!
I made friends with a woman covering for Pink Is the New Blog, but she was whisked away ("first, they came for...") to a spot in the lobby so I wound up bonding with Matt from Hard Candy Music. As I told him, we were probably the lowest men on the totem pole so as such would be lucky to sniff Madonna's stardust as she breezed by. Which meant anything else would be a cause for joyous celebration. We also chit-chatted with a sexy, dark-haired (they have those there?) Swede named Pablo (they have those there, too?) who shoots for Vogue. He was much nicer than you'd expect for a Vogue shooter, and him saying, "One shot for Vogue?" had the effect of a brick wall, stopping nearly every celeb who breezed by. (Patti Smith was not impressed, but I was fucking impressed that Patti Smith walked past me, let alone that she was attending a movie by Madonna.)
The carpet got off to a slow start, but the tip sheet was insane! Check out all the names:
Some of these people didn't do press or didn't show
The first star on the carpet seemed to be one of the film's two male leads, dreamy James D'Arcy, who looks even better with a shaved head that he does with his foppish blond Edward 'do.
Julia Stiles is miles of smiles—for Vogue
Ewan told this reporter the answer to her question was HIS business
Andrew McCarthy was born to run
Patti Smith— love to know her opinion of her fellow Downtown doyenne
It's Diane von Furstenberg, y'all!
"Mine is even younger than yours, dahhhling!" With Calvin Klein!
Guy Oseary said "too stressed!" when I asked if I could quiz him
Spartacus sexpot Lucy Lawless with Liam McIntyre; she unceremoniously plopped her coat on the carpet to pose. She was fab!
Big, unaffiliated stars slipped past most of the press, namely Ewan McGregor (who was at one point attached to do this film), Julia Stiles (who was having absolutely none of any press except for a shot for Vogue), Andrew McCarthy (who gamely answered my question about a fantasy Madonna collaboration: "A duet, of course!"), a stunning Lucy Lawless with equally stunning Liam McIntyre (she gave me a great answer, he sort of avoided making eye contact rather than give us a "no") and then still others who I only saw fleetingingly like Diane von Furstenberg, Guy Oseary (Madonna's manager said he was too stressed to answer my question), Donna Karan, Calvin Klein (big kiss for and from Madonna and some conspiratorial chatting amongst them, perhaps about hot young guys!), Lady Bunny (I was impressed, too), Zac Posen, Ivanka Trump (pretty, actually) Jack McCollough & Lazaro Hernandez (hotness) and several people even I didn't recognize. (Not Z-listers, more like fashion A-listers.)