Flicks From June Ambrose’s Effortless Style Book Party
Rumor Control: Is Al Trying To Help Star Get A Job At BET?
source)Star Jones and hubby Al Reynolds were back from their European vacation for only a couple of hours last week when Reynolds left his wife at home to hit the clubs with the guys.
He arrived at Lotus with three young men “in tight pants” and a woman and partied for a few hours before going home to Jones.
But a pal of Reynolds says he may have just been trying to help his underemployed spouse get a job, telling us: “Al went out with the new female host of ‘106th and Park’ and a group of executives from BET.”
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Fit For A King

Kimora And Crew ‘Too Ghetto’
Just because you’re in Kimora Lee Simmons’ posse doesn’t mean you can enter Unik Ernest’s P.M. Lounge at will. Several members of the Baby Phat founder’s entourage were deemed “too urban” Thursday night to be allowed into the Meatpacking District boite, which has the atmosphere of a mid-century Haitian gentleman’s club. While Simmons, execs from her clothing line and a roster of “Baby Phat girls” were ushered into the party for company ad director B.J. Coleman, rapper types were blocked, says the source. “There was definitely drama at the door,” one guest tells us. “They kept saying we were too ghetto,” says our source. “They were rude - they even called one guy a ‘big fat [homophobic epithet].’” Words - including the N-word - were exchanged, claims our earwitness, and “Kimora was horrified.” Unik told us: “I am black, and I never use that word. And my host is gay - we don’t use that word, either. I didn’t hear my staff use them - anyone in the crowd could have shouted it out. But give your source my cell number, and I will line up everyone who worked that night, and if they can identify him, he will be fired on the spot. Not tomorrow, not the next day, on the spot.” (continue)
Mama Tina Don’t Play That Shit
As many of you may have already noticed Tyra had a little bit of a wig malfunction at last night’s award ceremony. I still don’t understand why her (or her hair stylist’s) application skills have not improved. She’s been wearing them for a while now! I’m just saying.
Here’s what the ladies over at
Go Fug Yourself had to say. Their comments had me rolling:See, I LOVE wigs. I am a huge fan of wigs! When I’m an old lady, I plan to wear a rotating series of wigs: platinum blonde for Monday bingo nights; long, dark and curly for Tuesday’s dialysis appointment; short and red and flippy like Ginger from Gilligan’s Island for Wednesday night’s cocktails at the Assisted Living Centre with my girls; a giant Afro for Thursdays, when the pool boy comes. Et cetera. And let’s face it: you’re a babe. However, you’re also a babe who’s got loads of cash and more contacts in the hair-and-makeup world than the rest of us would make in twenty lifetimes. So why aren’t the edges of your wig EVER EVER EVER properly blended into your forehead? It’s not like you don’t have the acreage up there, and we know you know that.
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