Posts from — August 2008

Sara Palin

future Vice President of the free world 

Palazzo Hotel, Las Vegas

Room # 48 - 910

your all welcome 

THE RISE OF FUTURECRAFT

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Vaguely famous rapper Soulja Boy is currently taking heat for the above Cribs-style video (cleverly titled “Rich Nigga Shit”) in which he blows his nose on money and drives a Segway across his carpeted living room. Vulture, however, would like to congratulate him on his lovely home and commend him for doing exactly what any perfectly reasonable person (including us) would do with a modest fortune. A small mansion, Gucci sheets, and a bathrobe with his name embroidered on the back (which, truthfully, looks totally sweet) are hardly Hammer-size expenditures. And if Soulja Boy can’t roll like this, what’s the point of working in the first place?

Story: NYMAG

Damon Dash and his wife, fashion designer Rachel Roy, are in danger of losing their two Manhattan apartments to foreclosure.

According to bank filings, Dash and Roy owe $7.3 million on the two properties and foreclosure proceedings have begun. Dash and Roy failed to meet monthly mortgage payments of $78,500 on the two pricey properties.

Lately, Roy has been struggling to keep her company afloat in a fluctuating economy. And no one knows what Dash does for a living after he sold his stock in Rocafella Records and Rocawear to former business partner Jay Z.

I found myself in a crowd of people against the glass window of the Haymarket Lounge at the hotel on the corner. The police walked into us, spraying Mace on everyone and clubbing people. I remember somebody shouting that a woman was having a heart attack. This was a big mass of humanity being crushed. And as the mass fell backwards, my back was to the window, and I could hear this glass breaking. And all of a sudden the whole window collapsed, and everybody fell into the bar, where delegates were sitting there drinking and talking as if this was routine for a political convention. The police came charging in after us, and there were people all over the place, bleeding, cut. They were just arresting anybody who looked like they didn’t belong in the hotel. I don’t know what happened, but I walked out. I don’t even know where I went.

http://men.style.com/gq/blogs/gqeditors/politics/index.html

http://www.vanityfair.com/

Sticking an ash can in a corona bottle will most definitely shatter the bottle.

No one got hurt