Lance Armstrong

Not long ago, there was much talk of Mary-Kate Olsen smooching her grungy-cute artist boyfriend at Paul Sevigny’s Beatrice Inn. Now it seems her twin sister, Ashley, whose autumnal fling with Lance Armstrong was splashed across the gossip pages, has once again been nibbling from her own piece of the make-out pie.

Ms. Olsen, 21, and Jared Leto, 36, who dated for a spit in 2005, arrived hand-in-hand at the Art of Elysium gala in L.A. “They looked like a couple and they were making out,” an eyewitness told the gossip weekly Us. But before anyone jumps to conclusions about the pair, a source close to Ms. Olsen claimed that they “aren’t back together. They’re just friends.”  read more »

Lance Armstrong seems to be working very hard to snuff rumors of a fling with Ashley Olsen. Both guests were at last night’s Calvin Klein-hosted “First Look” party—held to celebrate the opening of the Bowery’s New Museum—but the once-lappy couple avoided each other like SARS. Sadly, we couldn’t be there to recoil. But Jim Shi was! The Fashion Week Daily reporter, who manages to be everywhere at once, offered a dynamic recap of the artful affair.

Apparently, the seventh-floor party space, a “custom-made Calvin Klein lounge,” presented some problems for those who only wear heels (a likely majority). While Roopal Patel, Linda Fargo, Rachel Feinstein and Yvonne Force Villareal decided to hang out and wait for an open elevator to whisk them skyward, Jennifer Creel mounted the steps, huffing and puffing her way to Partyville. “We didn’t eat Thanksgiving four days ago for nothing,” she said, while getting plenty of use out of her suede Prada boots.

Plus: co-hosts Julianne Moore and Maggie Gyllenhaal waxed on art, sporting brows alternately high and low. Ms. Moore looked around and mused, "It's all very transgressive, but this is not fashion lighting." Responding to the fellow actress, Ms. Gyllenhaal, who recently wowed us with her gray matter, remarked while laughing, “I finally gave up trying to remember each piece by artist and name … I figured it out. Wanna know the trick? You look for a guard and you say, 'Ok, now tell me who everybody is.'"

It’s been a week since we last spoke with celebrity life coach Patrick Wanis, Ph.D., so we called him earlier today to dish about some of this week’s hot goss. Starting things off with the Writers Guild’s inside enemy-number-one, talk show host Ellen DeGeneres (also a W.G.A. member), who canceled plans to tape her show in New York next week. Michael Winship, president of the W.G.A.’s East Coast branch, responded to the news by saying he was “delighted” Ms. DeGeneres would no longer be hitting Manhattan, where she was sure to face a fresh crop of protesters.

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Lance Armstrong’s daughter brought her father’s new love thing, Ashley Olsen, to her Texas school for show-and-tell, Radar reports today. “Celebrities do this all the time,” a source apparently said of the odd ordeal. Or, at least Mr. Armstrong is familiar with the notion. Apparently the “part-eunuch” was the subject of a show-and-tell session at the Upper East Side school of ex-girlfriend Tory Burch’s daughter.

Lance’s Daughter Shows, Tells Olsen [Radar]

Page Six is a funny kind of matchmaker. Right or wrong (Anthony Weiner and Huma Abedin?) a relationship posited in the column becomes a real thing in Hollywood, where press is everything.

Not really sure of what to make of the Lance Armstrong-Ashley Olsen pairing posited in the column today—a true Edgar Bergen-and-Charlie McCarthy match-up—we called celebrity life coach Patrick Wanis to weigh in on the matter.

“There’s something weird there. It just doesn’t feel right,” he said.  read more »

Late last night at Simon Hammerstein and Richard Kimmel’s celeb-infested, serially newsworthy Lower East Side cabaret, The Box, the actress Leelee Sobieski wore a top-hat and slinky tank top and carried a mold of her own skull (it had been commissioned for an upcoming film, Night Train, she explained, in which she stars with Danny Glover). The occasion was Kiki de Montparnasse’s evening of “erotic entertainment and discovery” (which began with a dinner at the SoHo skivvies store and then moved East to Chrystie Street), and Ms. Sobieski—blonde, dewy, gratuitously tall, alarmingly unguarded—was dressed as a Latin phrase. More specifically: “My conceptual bullshit costume is Memento Mori. When you realize your death is inevitable.”  read more »

If I could get this phrase tatooed on Greg's forehead, I might consider it.

I have a fiance who is insanely handsome, wickedly funny, usually very thoughtful, goes with me to see girly movies and, in general, pretty much just rocks. BUT, if procrastination were an Olympic sport, Greg would be up there with Lance Armstrong.

After months of prompting, he finally asked all of his groomsman to be in our bridal party. Now we have the ever brewing conundrum of what sort of tuxedo Greg will wear and what sort of gifts he will give to his groomsmen.  read more »