Tori! Tori! Tori!

Last night Aaron and I went to the launch party for Tori Spelling's new tell-all book, sTORI Telling. The slightly pregnant Ms. Tori looked fantastic, but the photographers' mosh-pit seemed to scare her back up the stairs moments after I took this pic. Anyway, the party was the usual Manhattan book-art-design-fashion-homo mob scene and even the open bar couldn't convince us to stay very long.

As we were getting our coats, some art fag laid this gem on his friend: "Oh, you didn't hear? No, honey, he lost that fab Upper West Side duplex and now he's living in some wretched Carrie Bradshaw studio in East Village. And he wonders why nobody will come see him!" I shoulda tripped him or something.