The first photos of celebrities’ kids can fetch big bucks from the tabloids.  Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie's twins Knox Leon & Vivienne Marcheline garnered over $11 million, Jennifer Lopez and Marc Anthony’s kids Max & Emme Muñiz were priced at $6 million, and someone was even willing to lay down a whopping $1 million for Britney Spears’ sister’s baby.  It’s not chump change. But instead of cashing in on Blue Ivy's pic, Beyonce and Jay-Z have chosen to release the images themselves on a Tumblr called HelloBlueIvyCarter. The shots are adorable.

It’s been a year since The Kills released Blood Pressures and excitement over the album hasn't waned. Celebrating their 10^th anniversary as a band this week they'll play a show at NYC’s Terminal 5 tonight, but have already given the city's elite a preview.  On Thursday, they gave an ultra-private performance at the swank Top of the Standard to help kick off Fashion Week.  Take a look.

So you’re single; or you’ve been in the same relationship for years; or you keep hooking up with your ex/best friend/ neighbor who has a stocked pantry and a really good view.  Who cares! Valentine’s Day is for lovin’, and no matter the state of your romantic affairs, you deserve a rendezvous-filled good night.  We’ve compiled the ideal itinerary for every kind of date - satisfaction guaranteed.

Sure, advertising makes the world go 'round, but it also makes me get up and head to the kitchen to fetch a snack. And yet, there are some commercials that are just so well done that they're actually worth watching, and Heineken's cinematic ad "The Date" certainly falls into that category. Composed of one long tracking shot that follows a rakish young hero and his sexy date as they enter a surreal banquet hall, encounter a host of strange characters, and celebrate with a couple of cold bottles of Heineken (don't they have glasses at this party?), it's marketing at its finest. And since the date looks like a lot of fun, Heineken came up with a way you can experience it yourself, sort of. 

This is going to be short and sweet - well, maybe splendid. Fashion Week is making me weak and it's just starting. I shoulda, woulda, if I coulda attended the Ami James Pop-Up Tattoo Shop thing at the Empire Hotel yesterday but I was otherwise distracted. Besides, I will be at the Empire Rooftop tomorrow night DJing, and being north of 23rd street two times in a week is... problematic for a BBurger like myself. I'm opening for the fabulous Mel DeBarge. Mel and I have a long history of being in the same room and other things more times than I care to discuss. He is a great DJ and I am honored to be mentioned in the same breath and invitation with him. Kirill is taking pictures and he somehow always manages to shoot me on my good side -not an easy accomplishment. I'm on from 9pm to 11pm, although the invite says doors open at 10pm. Either that's an error or someone has heard me DJ before or they want me to provide rhythm for the wait-rons as they set up. I'm excited about this and Fashion Week in general.

Watch every Wes Anderson slo-mo shot set to Ja Rule, via Slacktory. Have a great weekend!

● Madonna is so over M.I.A.'s "adolescent" and "irrelevant" hijacking of the half-time show. "I understand it’s punk rock and everything, but to me there was such a feeling of love and good energy, and positivity, it seemed negative," she explained this morning on Ryan Seacrest's radio show. "What was the point?" [TMZ]

The end of the world doesn't seem like ripe material for a romantic comedy, but here goes: In Seeking a Friend for the End of the World, Steve Carell and Keira Knightley star as strangers who maybe -- just maybe -- find themselves in similar straits after it's announced that an asteroid will collide with the Earth. Accompanying by a ringing indie rock soundtrack and a delightfully morbid string of jokes, they'll attempt to navigate the waters of dreams deferred and unresolved midlife crises while trying to avoid thinking about the fiery rock above them. Of course, there's no indication that Carell and Knightley will fall for each other -- in fact, she seems to be trying to reunite him with his long-lost love. But you know how these things are, and frequently go.

Welp, The New York Times has caught on to Lana Del Rey (ON IT!), and we've all been treated to an incredibly insipid profile of the scarlet starlet/harlot in T magazine. It's full of incredibly fascinating and concrete facts, like her possession of a Tennessee Williams paperback and her "neither rich nor poor" upbringing. Journalism at its finest!

Fashion Week Friday kicked off early with two stellar shows at Milk Studios. First, I caught the NAHM show, designed by Nary Manivong and Ally Hilfiger—Tommy Hilfiger's daughter. The legendary Mr. Hilfiger was there, too, and genuinely beaming like a proud father at his daughter's school recital. But this collection wasn't child's play by any means—in fact, it just might be NAHM's best range yet. All-over egyptian and floral prints had the cult capacity of a Prada collection, and the matching wallpaper was a genius touch.