The Observer had a mix-up… just a  hiccup, if you will. Somehow in the chaos of Prabal, meeting deadline, and chatting with Wes Gordon, we completely neglected our front-row seat at Hervé Léger. Now say what you will! No, we haven’t the foggiest idea who Harley Viera Newton is—or care to be seated even remotely near Tinsley Mortimer. But we cherish the talented Kristin Chenoweth, who ravished in a steel bandeau at the show. Beverly Johnson would have been fun to chat with too! Alas, no point in dwelling on the matter, we missed it.

For winter 2012, Max Azria and Co. gave their bandage dresses a gladiator edge with leather and fur accents. Except don’t be fooled—you’ll still have to watch what you eat to squeeze into one of these $1,000 designs. But if you do, your chances of getting laid are increased fourfold (by our rough calculations)!

Later that evening, the Max Azria lot invaded Meatpacking dinner den, Anja (formerly known as Buddha Bar), for cocktails and a seated dinner. Celebrity DJ Solange Knowles, at the turn tables, served as a marvelous dessert! (And yes, she did play plenty of Whitney).

Images: Getty and Patrick McMullan.

Mr. Leitch, currently a sports columnist for New York Magazine, announced the news on his personal blog: "I'm proud to report that The Projector"—the Yahoo! blog for which Mr. Leitch and film critic Tim Grierson wrote about film—"lives!"

In December, Yahoo! shut down The Projector along with three other blogs that were part of an original content initiative by Yahoo (the shutting down of said blogs was apparently much more unceremonious than the typically unceremonious blog killing).

The new resurrected Projector will take the form of four to five film reviews or essays per week, to be posted to Deadspin and cross-posted to Gawker.com. The original face of the inherent evil that is sports blogging explained:

We’ll be posting the reviews/essays on Deadspin and cross-posting them to Gawker, because: a) I’m more comfortable using Deadspin’s interface; B) [Deadspin editor Tommy] Craggs is an easier editor to get on the phone than Daulerio; and C) [A.J.] Daulerio’s gonna have other film coverage on Gawker and we don’t want people thinking we’re all there is. We’re very excited about this and do hope people enjoy it.

fkamer@observer.com | @weareyourfek

"I have not studied it in any way, I have no comment on it," Ms. Hayworth said when we spoke to her at this morning's ABNY breakfast.

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The news comes in today's (un-linkable) Publishers Lunch deal email via PL editor Sarah Weinman, in which they note that the book—entitled "Masters Of Our Universe" and based on his Fast Company piece "The Great Tech War of 2012"—concerns the modern warring of today's biggest tech conglomerates. It's primarily concerned with "Apple, Facebook, Google, and Amazon, as they expand beyond their traditional services and move aggressively into each other's territory, battling for dominance of our lives."

Mr. Manjoo's agent Larry Weissman of Weissman Literary sold the North American rights to Jofie Ferrari-Adler at Simon & Schuster for what we're told is somewhere in the "mid-200s" (S&S's Mike Jones also picked up British rights to the book). Preemptive foreign territory deals were also picked up Brazil's Intrensica and China's China Citic. Mr. Manjoo's deadline is Summer 2014.

As for whether or not he'll be selling or reading at McNally Jackson, it's likely too soon for either party to figure out (whether or not independent bookstores will even be around by then); maybe an armistice can be had. That said, given one McNally Jackson staffer's past objections concerning that scenario...

If you ever see Farhad Manjoo reading to a few rows of empty chairs in a store somewhere, please don’t sit down. First because he is confused and full of “rankle” and might not be very entertaining, but more importantly, because it would kill literacy. No, I don’t know if I’m being sarcastic there either.

Chances are, probably not.

fkamer@observer.com | @weareyourfek

Grisanti is back on the job after the assault.

He answered questions.

Shelly Silver pushed for one primary election date.

In response, Tom Libous said it's unfortunate to "begin a political process now."

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With stacks.

With trees.

The issue of parking and traffic is always a problem in New York. If you aren't renting a space for an exhorbitant price, then chances are that you are driving around the block a few dozen times. (Unless you are in the Bronx, then you just park wherever on the street.) But no other borough likes to hoot and holler over traffic more than Brooklyn.

The construction of the Barclays Center is no exception, the Post reports:

An unconventional plan for parking at the new Barclays Center arena in Brooklyn has critics predicting a neighborhood traffic nightmare.

Stack-parking spaces — which use hydraulic lifts to stack anywhere from two to four cars atop one another — are expected to fill roughly half of an 1,100-spot parking lot going up next to the NBA Nets’ arena in Prospect Heights, according to renderings commissioned by project critics based on approved plans.

With nearly a square block— bordered by Carlton and Vanderbilt avenues, and Dean and Pacific streets— designated to be the only on-site event parking lot for many years, the renderings show what many feared: It’s mathematically impossible to fill a state-mandated 1,100 spots there without stacking spaces.

It is important to note that no other New York sports arena uses stack parking and that no tests have ever been conducted to ensure its efficiency (or even plausibility). Wouldn't it just make more sense to design another pretty parking structure?

Atlantic Yards Report points out that were the project not overseen by the state, but instead by the city, like every other project in the five boroughs, this stacked parking arrangement would be almost impossible, there would be far fewer spaces, and they would all be surrounded by trees. Compare the images above for more.

Meanwhile, the Carlton Avenue bridge is being delayed until September, Norman Oder reports, and if it slips past this new, unacknowledged deadline, it could mean havoc for all those stacked cars if they cannot manage to get to arena in the first place. That would be a real sport worth watching, Brooklyn car jockeying.

mewing@observer.com

Describing the issue as "lazy journalism" in response to The Politicker asking about the report, Mr. Storobin gave the pitch for his electoral strength.

"The truth is that the two dominant communities in the district are Russians and Orthodox Jews. Both are very conservative. The next largest ones are Italian-Americans, again, a very conservative demographic," Mr. Storobin said. "We will do very well with all three of the demographics."

"I've seen our poll data --- we're not going to release it -- but we're doing well," he added.

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Indeed, despite the much-publicized pregnancy announcement, Ms. Cavallari has barely begun to show, and hand-on-burgeoning-belly shots which will doubtless grace the cover of tabloids in the months to come seemed premature this morning.

Ms. Cavallari was sporting a pregnant glow at the Rachel Roy show this morning and, as throngs of classless fashionistas for photos with her, she cheerily played to her adoring public.

And she's feeling great. "I've just been tired, but I haven’t had any morning sickness. So I'm really lucky," she told The Observer.  " On her jaunt to New York, Ms. Cavallari will be seeing a few shows and getting some R&R. "I will be getting a massage Wednesday morning," she said. Jay ("my fiancee," she clarified, for good measure) will meet her for dinner tomorrow evening, and they will enjoy their pre-baby vacay.

"Kristin, Kristin!" a voice called. "I just wanted to introduce myself," a fan said, approaching. "My wife is pregnant, too!!" Poor Kristin, hopefully she enjoys discussing her delicate condition, because it seems that's all anyone wants to talk about. Doesn't it get annoying? we wondered.

"There are certain questions that come with it that you just expect," she said. Ah yes, in the life of post-reality tv show celebutantes, there is no premium on privacy.

Reached by phone, Mr. Young explained that the site had been attacked by malware from Blackhole exploit kit 12, the latest iteration of  what TechWorld calls an insidious, but "incredibly common automated web compromise system. " This kind of malware harvests IP addresses of people visiting the site for potential nefarious use later on, said Mr. Young.

Mr. Young discovered the malware when a reader got a virus this morning from downloading one of Cryptome's files that had been in its directory for a long time. After some examination, his team discovered other files containing the malware script as well. Crytome, which made the breach public (part of the site's mission to expose such security flaws), is currently in the process of completely restoring all of its  70,000 files and expects to be finished by the end of the day. Read More

"People don't understand the relationship between a governor and the legislature, or people just have a different lens for the relationship. The relationship is not based on love," Governor Cuomo said. "Tomorrow's Valentine's Day, it's not about chocolates, and candies and love. It is a functional, collegial relationship and there are different jobs between the governor and the Legislature." Read More

"Smash"

It's so weird that Smash is still on after every entertainment journalist, in the culture dearth of early February, discussed it to death before the premiere (we were hardly immune). Guess what? It wasn't a one-time event! Like Celine Dion's heart, it will go on--at least until the end of the season and then probably much longer! This week, two women sing at each other, and also other people, as the mystery of whether the Broadway-style singer or the pop singer will get a role on Broadway deepens yet further! DVR it--if last week is guide, and why wouldn't it be, everyone will be talking about Smash forever.

Set your DVR for NBC at 10pm.

Don’t mess with Alexander Wang. This message was more than clear. KCD guarded their most sought-after invite with a check-in process worthy of the North Korean border. Street photography happened 20 yards from entry gates. Photo I.D. required.

Once inside Pier 94, we discovered a smoky hall of mirrors. Sure enough, the entire fashion world was present to take in the spectacle. Varsity Voguettes, Carine Roitfeld avec sa fille, Terry Richardson, model Liya Kebede, Paris Vogues’ Emmanuelle Alt, Shala Monroque, Garance Doré, Zoe Kravitz… this could take all year!

A closer look at the program smelled even more of recently-earned success; reaffirming Wang’s domination of Fashion Week (beware Marc Jacobs!): Interview’s Karl Templer styling, Guido Palau on hair; Anja Rubik slated to walk in a black Nappa-backed shearling hoodie and crêpe pant with bonded leather panel... Has Wang gone kinky and street? we wondered.

“Who the hell is that?” we asked Refery29’s Annie Georgia Greenberg.

“Die Antwood [Ninja and Yo-Landi Visser]!” She yelled. “… South African… They’re in the new ad campaign.”

“The one in the golden hoodie looks like an alien,” The Observer grimaced.

Frederic Sanchez’s booming soundtrack gave the impression that we were under attack. It’s not just Mr. Wu that has warriors—Wang has a masked army too!

Techno fabrics, fishnet knits, and vinyl placket-embellished outwear were severely structured. Move out of Wang’s way!

The Observer would commit a felony to score a pair of Daga’s ion laminated panel trompe-l'œil pants; or Abby Lee’s peroxide smocked leather tank dress and black Kolfinna boots! Pony up quick! They’ll sell out for sure.

After 31 impressively haunting looks, the program read: “PLEASE STAY SEATED…”

That’s a first.

Another tempest began (cue Sanchez): Alexander Wang then sent out an additional dozen or so looks on a cast of models that had us hurling obscenities in disbelief!

“Was that Giselle? That was Gisele Bündchen!” Screeched Carly Leach, also in section A.

“Are you sure? Well that’s definitely Joan Smalls and Karolína Kurková,” The Observer replied.

Confirmed. The biggest names in modeling were now masked, in stunning Wang urban couture, facing individual mirrors. They collectively unmasked before filing out.

Had a new King of New York fashion been crowned?

Wang bounced through the haze to take an enthusiastic bow, leaving us all to debate. We say yup—“All hail Wang!”

165 Columbia Heights

Whether it's Armageddon or soaring property values, the Jehovah's Witnesses have decided to get the hell out of Brooklyn, and they are one property closer to cutting all Earthly ties to their home of a century. An adorable carriage house at 165 Columbia Heights was sold for $4.1 million, city records show.

In their listing, Corcoran agents Ellen Newman and Lisa Detwiler choose their words carefully, not over-advertising the home's provenance. "165 Columbia Heights is an example of the premier addresses of the Watchtower's real estate holdings," they write, referring to the group's official name "The Watchtower Bible and Tract Society." Jehovah may be almighty but evoking His name doesn't help on the real estate front.

The home features an enviable 4,172-square-foot layout with four bedrooms and four full baths. A gluttonous master bedroom includes a walk-in-closet and en-suite bath, while the vainglorious garage can hold four cars. The Witnesses were definitely not guilty of acedia (look it up), as the home has all new mechanicals.

The Jehovah's Witnesses, whose world headquarters have been located in Brooklyn Heights for over a century, are moving upstate to the town of Warwick. The group is in the process of selling property in the area worth between $600 million and $1 billion.

The buyers, George and Anita Feiger hail from San Francisco, where, according to the deed, they live in the Buena Vista terrace adjacent to Haight Street.

eknutsen@observer.com