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Rogan Gregory, the eco-friendly designer behind Rogan—think natural fibers and hoodies, American Apparel without the ambiguously underaged exploitation—celebrated the release of his Target collection with a three-day shopping event at Barneys New York. The 60-style line, which ranges in price from $15 to $45, will be available in stores and online May 18. Celebrity friends like Amanda Peet, Diane Kruger, Alan Cumming, and Waris Ahluwalia came out to toast the collection. We wanted to make a joke about Rogan sounding like Rogaine, which makes us think of Hair Club for Men, and then segue into, "I'm not just the president, I'm also a customer." But it's Friday afternoon, so instead, we'll just show the video after the jump.

"Moscow Mule?" asks the waiter, as he proudly displays a sticky-sweet tray populated by an assortment of cocktails named after Russian donkeys. "Mule?" we italicize. He might as well have offered me a Burger Meat-tini. Still, thirsty, we drink. This is the last time our friend will come bearing gifts. You see, the private dinner to celebrate the launch of Unruly Heir at Bloomingdale's quickly devolved into a spectacle of starving socialites, double kisses, and take-out from the Cuban spot next to Thor.

Nostalgic naysayers suggest that "Saturday Night Live" has lost its edge, and most weeks we tend to agree. The show, however, has always been spot-on with its political satire and politico impersonations. To celebrate the few funny sketches other than Debbie Downer, the folks at NBC have launched an official "Saturday Night Live" Politics site. There's a bunch of fun stuff there including videos, e-cards, and candidate bios from Clinton, Obama, and the rest of the gang. Clinton's page, featuring the inimitable Amy Poehler, explains, "It's going to take someone so annoying, so pushy, so grating, so bossy and shrill... And I think the American people will agree that someone is me." We have to admit, the whole thing is a pretty genius marketing "strategery."

The young actress has long been known as Sam Waterston's daughter. But, make room, because that is all about to change.

"I’m new to this," says Katherine Waterston, the young star of The Babysitters, a midnight-dark comedy featuring John Leguizamo and Cynthia Nixon. "I've done a lot of theater, and when you leave the stage, that’s the end of it. This is so much different. It’s just sort of shocking that this film is out in the world now." There's an excited lilt in her voice, bordering on panic, as she discusses her breakout role as Shirley, a naive high school student who, through a series of simple events, becomes the leader of a prostitution ring involving underage girls and married locals. The film, although thoughtful and challenging, won't be for everyone. Waterston's commanding performance, however, is so deeply felt and nuanced that it can't possibly be overlooked. In fact, her languorous—and then breakneck—transition from innocence to experience easily rivals those of Ellen Page and Evan Rachel Wood. Below, Sam Waterston's daughter opens up about law and disorder.

Okay, so it's more like Third Look! since we came across these pictures of Lindsay Lohan filming the season finale of "Ugly Betty" on NYMag.com, who found them on Just Jared. But that's just the way this zany superhighway works. And, on the plus side? If Lindsay's there, it means she's not stealing your fugly coat.

I've been to many red carpet events. I've participated in many a tragic photo op. I've also seen my share of reality TV crews, who trail their subjects, hoping for something "real" (in under five takes). But last night, while sitting outside the Waverly Inn, I witnessed my first ever paparazzi maelstrom. It wasn't gradual as one might expect. Salman Rushdie strolled out with friends, relatively unbothered by the four or five photographers straddling the periphery of the restaurant. Stylist Rachel Zoe stepped out for some air, and a few pictures were taken—nothing big. Upon leaving, Charlie Rose smiled at the invasive camera guys, who almost seemed to bow down in deference. One of the more plucky members of the group asked him to pose for a picture. He did. All was well as I sipped on a glass of white wine, happy with the warm spring breeze. And then Fergie walked out.

The Tracey Fragments has a number of things working against it. There's that splintered-screen, Mike Figgis-meets-Jack Bauer aesthetic that seems to have audiences seeing double. There are those intimations of Dogme 95 that have Ellen Page's character chasing after her brother who barks, convinced he's a dog. And, maybe most dangerous of all, there's the ominous reality that, along with Smart People, this is Page's return to the bigscreen after her Oscar-nominated turn in Juno. There are curses associated with that sort of thing.

A few days ago, celebrity psychic Judi Hoffman predicted, in order, the first, second, and third place winners at this year's Kentucky Derby (her OTB ticket scans, left, as proof). "Raised by a bubby who was a bookie," Hoffman won $1,619 on a $6 bet. What's more, she predicted the engagement between Scarlett Johansson and Ryan Reynolds, sort of. She even knew that Spitzer wouldn't serve out his term as New York Governor—before he was caught with his pants down. Apparently, she's heading back to the track to finish off the Triple Crown with The Preakness Stakes and The Belmont Stakes. Find her and win big.

Actor Eduardo Verástegui looks back on life as a Latino pop sensation and womanizing underwear model, determined to start fresh.

“After four years of turning down every offer I was given, I went bankrupt. I didn’t even have enough money to pay my rent,” says Eduardo Verástegui, the star of last year’s Bella, a People’s Choice Award winner at the Toronto International Film Festival. The film, which centers on a day in the life of a professional soccer player past his prime and a pregnant waitress considering abortion, was a smash hit on the festival circuit. For Verástegui, a former underwear model and boy-band sensation, it was so much more.

The last time I was imprisoned in the waiting room of a hospital, I spent the better part of an hour trying to figure out how many Q-Tips I go through in an average month. Not so for Erik Luchauer and Kevin Antoine, brothers-in-law from Knoxville, Tenessee, who did battle with slogging healthcare monotony by creating Rootclip.com. It's a website through which aspiring Stan Brakhages are invited to add "chapters" to an existing short. Rootclip provided the first two-minute clip, an open-ended plot introduction, and users are asked to finish their story—one one-minute entry at a time.