When the proverbial chit hits the fan, who ya gonna call? The Ghostbusters are busy trying to get Bill Murray to do another one, and meanwhile you need a lawyer. In clubland there are many lawyers handling licensing and such, but in criminal cases -- which unfortunately sometimes arise (tell me about it) -- Sal E. Strazzullo stands ready. I've known Sal for a long time; we worked together in days of yore. While others saw nightlife as a career, Sal put himself through law school. He was often telling promoters and others to think of their futures and use the money they were making to prepare for a different life, as he was. Some listened ... others didn’t. Sal had an exit strategy and stuck to it. Now he handles high-profile cases, and I see him saying ”no comments” and lawyer things to reporters on the six o’clock news. His experience with nightlife gives him an insider's perspective, which can be invaluable in court. Sal’s journey using nightlife to pay for his tuition and books should underline the importance of nightlife work. The people making a living in clubs are often people going someplace else, building a future. They become actors, artist, photographers, mothers, writers, doctors -- even lawyers.

● To no one's surprise, Foxy Brown received "special treatment" while serving her prison sentence at Riker's; guards made sure she had plenty of clean clothes and TV time. [MSNBC]
● Members of the band Rooney will make a cameo in Sofia Coppola’s new film Somewhere; lead singer Robert Schwartzman just happens to be Sofia Coppola’s cousin. [Rooney]
● Bad news for Brad Pitt and Steven Soderbergh. Columbia head Amy Pascal cut loose their new film Moneyball, which was set to begin today in limited turnaround; they're looking for a new studio to fund and distribute the film. [Variety]

Front and center last night for Foxy Brown's live performance at Alexander Wang's after-party (which is surely vying for best party of the season). Sean Avery, Erin Wasson, and Allice Dellal were all in attendance. Fortunately for the painfully good-looking, extremely young crowd, the Tribeca basement in which the unforgettable concert took place was far from overcrowded, thanks to an uber-tight door. But that's not to say both photographers and frenzied Foxy fans alike weren't sweating buckets by the end of the rapper's performance. The highlight of the night was definitely Wang hopping up on stage to dance with Brown, where he stayed for nearly three songs. That's what I call a party.