Jessica Alba

What would former Seventeen editor and CosmoGIRL! founding editor Atoosa Rubenstein tell her younger self if she had the chance? Many, many are the times we've asked ourselves just that question.

Thankfully, Ellyn Spragins, editor of the "What I Know Now" series offers us a chance to get inside an intimate Atoosa-to-Atoosa, time-warping tête-à-tête in her new book, If I'd Only Known Then: Women in Their 20s and 30s Write Letters to Their Younger Selves (Da Capo, $18.00).  read more »

Oh, America … what are you doing to us? Meet the Spartans, the latest spoofy, goofy film from the Scary Movie franchise, was tops at the box office this weekend. Beating … Rambo! Really? Interesting to see what will happen this week … and we wish we could give a more informed opinion on things, except that none of the movies were screening for critics before press time. Hmmmm! Suspicious?  read more »

When Heath Ledger's masseuse found the actor unconscious Tuesday, she called Mary-Kate Olsen for advice before dialing 911. The NYPD spokesman said, "I'm not going to speculate on why 911 was not called first." [City Room]

Also, multiple types of anti-anxiety meds and sedatives, all prescribed to Ledger, were found in his apartment. [TMZ]

Paris Hilton updated her MySpace blog – she's "never been happier"! [Just Jared]

A who's who of city restaurants, like Michael Romano of Union Square Café and The Modern's Gabriel Kreuther, flocked to the preview of Alain Ducasse's new wine-themed restaurant Adour. Their critical palates were not disappointed. [Page Six]  read more »

Kate S., 27, a slim, attractive event planner who lives in Chinatown, was recently getting dressed for a high-profile party. “I always wear a black pinstriped suit,” she said. “I give away my womanly rights to wear stilettos and a low-cut shirt, so I have do something, you know? I knew there would be men around. You don’t want to look like a corporate person; you want your hiney to look cute.”  read more »

According to the New York Post's Michael Riedel, Jessica Alba may star in a Broadway revival of David Mamet's 1988 satire of Hollywood "Speed-the-Plow" in the spring. Has she seen Claire Danes reviews? Yikes. But that didn't stop Madonna, as Mr. Riedel points out.

Madonna got some fairly harsh reviews in the role of the secretary who's so naive she has no idea how to make coffee. But it didn't hurt her career any - off the boards, at least.

No word yet on who will play the two male leads, but there's talk that "The Sopranos" stars James Gandolfini and Michael Imperioli are on the producers' wish list, with Gandolfini playing the brutal studio boss and Imperioli playing the desperate producer.

The red carpet at last night's Liberty Island screening of the Fantastic Four was sopping wet. When the film's cast finally walked off the dock, they were a few hours late, having dragged their kitten heels through mud.

Alice Evans, a leggy blonde who has dated Mr. Fantastic (Ioan Gruffudd) for five years, hobbled about in a broken Jimmy Choo heel. Jessica Alba couldn't talk to the press—she was seasick, according to her publicist. And when asked how he felt on this grand occasion, Mr. Fantastic himself replied in one adjective—"Moist."

Hoping to calm the livid reporters who they had literally stranded on an island, one well-intentioned publicist ventured on the red carpet to give a statement: "To anyone who this concerns, Julian [McMahon] is not wearing Hugo Boss, he's wearing Ted Baker."

Press: "Okay. Thanks."

Two second pause.

Raucous laughter.

"Who cares?"

Twenty minutes later, the fireworks display started—of course, they had been scheduled to pop off after the film, not before it. Since the first ferry had been arranged to head out after the fireworks, those who felt a bit antsy were overjoyed. And the bangs were grand! After a heartbeat-paced shower of stars, in a pause, a photographer hastily clapped. When the show started up again, he could be heard above the gunshots: "You lied to me!"  read more »

Indeed, the mood was somber when the finale went off: fireworks in the form of—are those fours?—exploded in the night sky. But the majority of fours were backwards, aimed to resemble fours to, perhaps, those safe, dry, lucky people who were still on a much larger island—Manhattan. Reporters giggled. And Jessica Alba was probably wishing she hadn't worn a barebacked Gucci gown. The chairs were soaking, and the only food was ice cream. —Adriane Quinlan