Justin Bieber was seen checking in Tuesday The Villa Casa Casuarina (formerly the Versace Mansion) before heading to WALL where he gave a surprise performance. Bieber left that club with fifty--yep, 50 people-- and brought them back with him, partying until 8 a.m. Wednesday. The Biebs lounged it off all day at the pool before heading to sceney steakhouse Prime 112 for lunch around 3:30 p.m. A waiter said Bieber "seemed to be intoxicated, most likely from the night before." Ya think? Following lunch he went back to Casa Casuarina to nap before hitting LIV Nightclub, where he showed up just after midnight and spent the majority of the evening singing along to his songs and dancing to them from the DJ booth.
September 26, 2011
Ever since we broke the news that old school South Beach club guy Chris Paciello was returning to his old stomping grounds and possibly reuniting with his former partner Ingrid Casares in the nightlife biz, the reactions have been as polarizing as the Tea Party vs. the Democrats only, instead of tea, it would be vodka. On one side you have the champions, cheerleaders and aging club kids who can overlook his past and subscribe to the Nostalgia Party (there's already a Chris Paciello Fan Club and "Chris Paciello, The King Is Back" page on Facebook), while on the other side you have those who say it's just wrong to glorify the return of someone with a criminal past---we'll call them the Concerned Party. Both sides will argue back and forth over this until the lights come on in the new Light Group-sanctioned Delano hot spot, so there's really no end to the debate.
Some say people are jealous or nervous that the reunion of the team some say made South Beach the nightlife capital it once was will ruin their own businesses, and others say that people are downright nervous in general, not for business purposes, but for reasons involving personal safety. It's no secret Paciello had a violent past, for which he has served time in prison. It's no secret that he had enemies, some who still live and work on South Beach. We spoke to nightlife veteran Gerry Kelly, currently serving as marketing and nightlife operator at Trio On the Bay, who worked with Paciello and wasn't exactly BFF with the guy back in the day. "I was surprised to hear he was returning to Miami," Kelly admitted. "I do believe we all learn from our experiences in life. Miami's nightlife and entertainment culture has changed so much since the late 90s that we all have to adapt and change to keep up with the never ending new trends. The city is definitely big enough for everyone and I wish him the best."
Not everyone, however, was willing to go on the record for this post, but one person told us, "Some people ratted out Chris to the police back in the day and now they're afraid he's going to come after them." Friends of Paciello's, however, say he's a changed man. Casares hasn't said much. In fact, she isn't even 100% onboard yet. The club fixture-turned-mother seems pretty content in her life as such and doesn't seem to be jumping on any bandwagon just yet. Money talks, however, so who knows. Don't be surprised if Casares passes on this one.
And while Casares has moved on and Paciello may be a changed man, they aren't the only ones who have changed. Times have changed. Nightlife has changed. Some of us remember when they tried to reopen Studio 54 in NYC in the 80s. That was a failure. Unless you're a set designer it's impossible to recreate the past. As scientists have recently proven, time travel's impossible. But some refuse to believe that. Many people are expecting miracles from him and that's a lot of pressure. Time can't rewind, but it can and will tell. So stay tuned.
This blog has sporadically covered Paciello since his release from prison back in 2006. For all of that coverage, click here.
September 16, 2011
It's hard to consider Marc Anthony fashionable without J-Lo on his arm, but nonetheless, the singer is hot and heavy with Kohl's where he aspires to be the next Missoni at Target with his new fashion line for men who inexplicably want to dress like him. Anyway, tonight Anthony will celebrate his 43rd (that's it?) birthday by plugging his new thread line with a party--where else--but at Club 50 at the Viceroy where he and ex wifey allegedly "own" a condo. The random synergy continues as Food Network’s Duff Goldman from Ace of Cakes will be providing Anthony with a custom made cake at midnight. That cake won't mean nothing unless Anthony's new best friend Will Smith jumps out of it.
September 15, 2011
When it comes to our telegenic, yet ratings-challenged city, Bravo just won't leave it alone. After firing the first casting crew responsible for the worst TV chemistry since Rock Hudson and Susan St. James
in McMillan and Wife several months ago, the network has been on a relentless, hardcore, yet thus far futile quest to fill a few vacant slots left by Christy Rice (whose ex baller hubby Glen has eclipsed her once again thanks to his allegations of scoring with Sarah Palin) and Larsa Pippen, two of the Real Housewives of Miami freshman class. After today's alleged mass firing (Jill Zarin, Alex McCord and Kelly Bensimon are supposedly out) at The Real Housewives of NYC, there could be more openings to fill.
If TV viewers are lucky, all spots will remain vacant and it will just go the way of that last reality show hangover, Miami Social, but casting agents are persistent and combing our city for a few women insane enough to feign camaraderie with the other ladies and have a camera crew follow their oft-staged and more oft-than-not mundane exploits (cooking party, anyone?). From what we hear, no one wants anything to do with it. Can you blame them? If you ask the casting agents, however, they just haven't found the right ones. We did contact them for comment but we're sure they have to pass it by their TV bosses for approval. But what do you think they're gonna say?
In addition to a bizarre, random Twitter campaign, here's the email that's been sent all over town, from publicists' in boxes to journalist tool Help A Reporter Out (HARO) and, at this point, we'd not be surprised if it was plastered on some bathroom walls: "Major Cable Network is seeking fabulous, glamorous, affluent, women and their families in Miami! Email: firstname.lastname@example.org for additional information." The casting agents are cold calling, too. Said one local publicist, "They called our offices yesterday saying, 'You never know, you might be the next housewife.' Uhh, no thanks."
We also spoke to one of those "fabulous, glamorous, affluent women," one who asked us not to use her name, who said, "Someone, I guess, recommended me to them and they called me out of the blue and begged me to consider doing it. I saw two episodes of the first one and was mortified for them. Who in their right mind would ever?" Well, lots of women, and that's what the casting agents and the network are banking on. Someone feisty enough, funny enough or downright crazy enough to do such a thing and to pull off the impossible and prove to us naysayers that a season two isn't the television equivalent of Dirty Dancing: Havana Nights.
September 13, 2011
Photo: Alexander Tamargo/Wireimage
The Miami Dolphins weren't the biggest losers at last night's game. The shameless fauxmance between Marc Anthony and Will Smith earned those two the honors as they showed up together trying to quash rumors of a romance between Anthony and Smith's, uh, wife Jada Pinkett. Says our source, Anthony, in the throes of a week-long birthday celebration, was "hanging out non-stop in his private suite" with Smith. While those two were holed up behind closed doors, Dolphins', um, co-owner, Black Eyed Peas shouter Fergie, posed for pix while nouveau fashionista Dwyane Wade, fresh from the NYC Fashion Week catwalk sidelines sans his new BFF, Vogue editrex Anna Wintour, managed to drag Smith & Anthony out for a few "orange carpet" pix. Keeping his distance from the usual Dolphin publicity hogs was Twilight tween heartthrob turned wanna be action star Taylor Lautner, trying to beef up his image from boyish to manly but kind of getting lost somewhere in between. Motley enough for you? Like Dancicng With the Stars Dolphins-style (Dolphins With the Stars!). But about that football game. Well, maybe not. We kind of weren't paying attention and maybe that very distraction was the very intentional point.
September 06, 2011
Gone are the days when supermodels roamed South Beach like dinosaurs in prehistoric times. Once in a blue moon, however, one escapes from the Jurassic Park of post-career pose striking and ends up on the loose just as Naomi Campbell does from time to time, retreating to her billionaire boyfriend Vladislav Doronin's beach shack on Star Island. There's lots to be happy about, you'd think, but not so for Campbell on Friday, when she was seen exiting the Oribe salon on Lincoln Road in a huff. Campbell was "looking pissed when a car service came speeding through to fetch her," says our spy. The supermodel, we're told, "slammed the door open and started yelling." She was seen in better spirits later that night, upstairs in the lounge at Casa Tua, where she was with Doronin, developer Ugo Colombo and another woman. Actually, she wasn't really in better spirits. "She was very pissy," says our spy. "I hardly saw her communicating with the rest of the group at her table. She was texting on her phone for the most part." Hey, at least she wasn't throwing it. An informal poll has shown that most Miamians will take moody models over reality refuse any day.