No One Cares About Kari Ferrell?

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Kari Ferrell is so irrelevant. Why do you let her ruin your blog? She has nothing to say. I hate her. Please stop!… This is just a fraction of the banter I hear on the regular. She made an appearance on Gawker today and take a look at the numbers. Now, any questions?

Exclusive Soho Rooftop Turned Into Impoverished Faux Storefronts

In promotion of their book on the city’s disappearing storefronts, photographers Jim & Karla Murray are opening MOM & POPism, a mixed media installation featuring over a dozen streets artists embellishing a selection of realistic-looking retail panels. Curated by sticker-happy street artist Billi Kid and set on the rooftop of Gawker headquarters—of all places—the gossipy multimillion dollar media empire is hosting the special event, an offshoot of their ongoing remant ad space for artists program. An invite-only reception is being held tonight, but it won’t officially open to the public until Saturday, August 15.

Photos by Jim and Karla Murray via Arrested Motion

Michael Tyler’s Take On Cash Flaunting Cragislister

An anomaly in Hollywood, musician and contemplative actor James Tyler (Gunther on Friends) reacts to Gawker’s recent Shutter Shades Producer “These Photos Are Mines” post that generated almost as many vitriolic comments as the Emily article and brings us the Quote of the Day:

“It’s continually astounding how deep and wide the cultural divide can seem at a distance. It is equally affirming to recognize that the chasm may be breached by a few well placed words of wisdom.”

Now we understand why Tyler has been offered an artist in residence fellowship at a prominent university in the UK.
Photo: LTAF

NY Mag Piece Leaks Kelly Rippa and Harvey Weinstein’s NY Address

Although it was a cover story and contained thousands of words, Vanessa Grigoriadis didn’t really say much in her hit piece on Gawker in New York magazine last week. Without delving into the jaded writer’s numerous shortcomings in her assessment of the “rage of the creative class,” besides this gal does a much better job, we will congratulate the author for at least outing Kelly Rippa and Harvey Weinstein’s Soho address. She writes:

Denton’s place is one of the great Manhattan apartments for a party, a cavernous loft that seems to be decorated only in titanium and suede in a Soho building whose other tenants include Kelly Ripa and Harvey Weinstein.

One quick search for Nick Denton + Spring Street pretty much yields all the stalking information you’ll ever need, but don’t thank us.
Everybody Sucks |NY Mag|

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Moby Doesn’t Want You To Have His Email, Even Though He Won’t Be Checking His Email

Today, Gawker put up a post about Moby’s electronic withdrawl from the web. The organic techno hippy will no longer be answering emails and will instead hole up and revert to Luddism. So jokingly a comment went up, something to the effect of “let’s all email him and flood his inbox so he never uses it again” with his personal addy (slang) provided. Unfortunately, Moby’s management company wasn’t thrilled and asked Gawker’s managing editor Lockhart Steele to redact it. In any event we figured we’d just repost. So fellow pranksters and Mobyites, here it is again, where it will be safe from his thin granola encrusted fingers: boatmate@earthlink.net. But then again, he’s not checking his email, right?
Previously: Moby’s Waltonesque Champagne Room

I Am Valuable But Not Valued


Clearly written by a recently disposed Gawker media serf taking out their frustrations about the cruel realities of the Denton oligarchy. Or it’s just some drunk guy recently dumped by his girlfriend.

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