There’s extra reason to throw back a cold cocktail of your choice this afternoon (mine will be a self-invented drink called the Ha Ha Harvey, made of the best booze in my liquor cabinet and shaken with 100% pettiness). As expected, Harvey Weinstein surrendered himself to the NYPD’s 1st precinct this morning. The only way this news could be better would be if Detective Fin Tutuola were standing at the door to mutter, “Looks like there’s one less perv on the streets” on his walk in.
Have you ever been drunk at a party when someone whips out the old “What would you do if you could go back in time” game? For me, I think I might like to go back to the mid-90s and secretly watch hot-era Brad Pitt go all Dirty Harry on Harvey Weinstein.
Despite Russell Crowe’s worst efforts, the movie musical is not dead. It’s actually doing quite well, thanks in no small part, to Lin-Manuel Miranda and Hamilton becoming the talk of the town. According to The Hollywood Reporter, In The Heights, Lin’s first big smash hit and Tony winning juggernaut, is finally on track to get a big screen adaptation after sitting in limbo because of everybody’s least favorite guy, Harvey Fucking Weinstein.
Everyone at Bravo cried into the lamé scraps of Mood Fabrics back in 2008 when The Weinstein Company decided to uproot Project Runway and send Heidi Klum, Tim Gunn & Co. to Lifetime. It was definitely a blow to the network built upon a foundation of filming gays making over straights, over-serving middle-aged housewives, and attempts at fashion that would send Michael Kors into fits and shrieks of “It’s too pageant!” Welp, nearly ten years later, TWC is broke after the fall of Harvey Weinstein, and Project Runway is strutting back into the arms of Andy Cohen. Continue reading
Scarlett Johansson broke the Marchesa ban on Monday when she wore one their gowns to the Met Gala. ScarJo said she was proud to support a brand created by two female designers. Anna Wintour slow clapped for ScarJo wearing Marchesa and said that the brand’s co-creator Georgina Chapman shouldn’t be blamed for her estranged husband Harvey Weinstein being an alleged greasy ball of pig smegma rapist. (Actually, he’s a confirmed greasy ball of pig smegma. I should’ve just kept it simple and wrote alleged rapist.)
In the June issue of Vogue, Anna Wintour opens with an editor’s letter where she defends Georgina Chapman. And Vogue did an interview with Georgina where she claims she didn’t suspect for one second that Harvey’s a sexual assaulting creep. The return of Marchesa has begun.
Ryan Murphy has a lot of ideas. One is that you can’t call what he does “camp”, that’s insulting. He calls his aesthetic “baroque” instead. In a recent New Yorker profile, Ryan said that it used to “really bug the shit” out of him when people labeled his work camp, which he says suggests a “musty smallness”. Baroque, on the other hand “ is big”. So one of Ryan’s big, baroque ideas is to do a TV about #metoo inspired by Black Mirror.