● Although he loves doing it, Gerard Butler fears that fans will think his habit of showing his bare ass in films is a requirement he puts into every contract. [Vamban]
● That Seth Green freak-out footage that “leaked” from the set of an unknown project last week is really a viral campaign for Butterfinger. [DListed]
● Claire Danes and new husband Hugh Dancy know nothing about Brooklyn -- no seriously, they know there’s Dumbo and Prospect Park, and that’s about it. Safe to say they won’t be moving out of Manhattan anytime soon. [NYMag]

Booze, guns, kidnapping, more booze. The singular Tilda Swinton gives another tour-de-force performance as the titular character in Erick Zonca’s Julia, a moving portrait of a down-on-her-luck drunk on the lam, in theaters this weekend. BlackBook’s Editor-in-Chief Ray Rogers raises a glass to the avant garde goddess who throws down here on resilience, aliens in America, booze and cock.

With just over 48 hours to go, all our favorite leading ladies are frenetically booking last-minute lipos, emergency colonics, and marathon pilates classes -- while simultaneously managing miracle master cleanses. All of this in order to assure that they're able to squeeze into constrictive gowns while showing off a demure gait on the red carpet when Sunday rolls around. And while this year's best ladies (and their supporting counterparts) effortlessly snag one headline after another, even past grande dames of Oscar prominence are enjoying an uptick of increased notoriety. Sure, we won't care about more than three percent of all the winners come Monday morning (or today if you're betting by this leaked list of winners), but we can revel in everyone's temporary relevance anyway.

Recent BlackBook cover girl Tilda Swinton is far too mythical and mystical to do something so transparent as record her own album (yeah, that's right ScarJo, we see right through you). She's always been more of a recite-spoken-word-on-a-similarly-androgynous-indie-folk-crooner's-new-album type of gal. So in keeping with perceptions, Swinton will be guesting on Battle, the forthcoming album from newly christened Madonna hater Patrick Wolf.

Since the movie Burn After Reading opens today, and since one of its stars, Tilda Swinton, is also the star of our September issue, we remind you once more of our Tilda-related contest. Just spend a few precious, cost-free seconds registering for BlackBook, and you're automatically entered to win scads of movie swag and three Tilda Swinton movies on DVD. The deadline is September 18, but why wait? Go ahead, sign up now. Tilda demands it.

Have you entered our Tilda Swinton-themed Burn After Reading contest yet? Why not? Are you hiding something? All you need do is register for BlackBook, which, like Tilda herself, is free, fast, relatively painless, and androgynously erotic. Register by September 18 to win a pile of movie swag and another pile of Swinton DVDs. Do it now.

The Tilda never stops around here. Tilda Swinton serves as our September cover girl interview subject, and let's not forget our Tilda-related contest. And for dessert, here's a select gallery of behind-the-scenes pics from her photo shoot. Bow down.

Just a gentle reminder to register for BlackBook (it's free & brief) to enter our Tilda Swinton 'Burn After Reading' contest. You can win a bag o' Tilda DVDs and swag from the movie. Deadline is September 18. Sign up now, then go have a pleasant weekend.

In a shocking coincidence, our September cover queen Tilda Swinton stars in the new Coen Brothers movie Burn After Reading. She plays a fiery lust-foil to George Clooney. The movie opens September 12; as an homage, we're offering a pile of Burn After Reading merchandise and a trio of Tilda movies to a randomly selected fortunate soul, chosen from all those who register for BlackBook (it's free!) between now and September 18. More details after the jump.

We love a hot time. In the middle of a heat wave during couture week this summer, the City of Light was vibrant with a swirl of über-chic fashionistas and dead-cool bands like the Kills and the Virgins, both of whom were in town to rock after-parties. BlackBook flew to Paris for our own convergence of style, art and rock ’n’ roll in the fashion capital of the world. Face time with singular visionary talents Patti Smith and Tilda Swinton on the same weekend? I’m in.