OMG. Oscar Wilde once said “I am not young enough to know everything.” When you get down to it, I’m an internet dinosaur. Although I’m fairly aware of some things, I’m absolutely unaware of others. The gossip stuff always confuses me. I have no idea who anyone is. Take Tinsley Mortimer. Please. That’s an old Henny Youngman joke (but you youngins don’t know who that is). When I want to know who a Tinsley Mortimer is–or an Ed Westwick or a Devorah Rose– I call up my BFF (that’s an abbreviation, right?) Brittany Mendenhall to find out. She knows all that stuff and writes about it in her blog Chichi212. Sometimes Rachelle Hruska will invite me to have cocktails with dozens of people who I’ve never heard of, but must be very important because she writes about them in her blog, Guest of a Guest. I love Rachelle and have always supported her. Christopher Koulouris has his blog, which I guess deals with Scallywags (Brittany told me all about it). His Facebook profile describes him as Chief Editor and Cultural Correspondent for the eponymous “Scallywag & Vagabond.” He has a great mustache and sent me this Facebook message:
Steve, I don’t know if you have seen this story or the one below, but I’m very very curious to get your thoughts. After all, you champion this girl. Title: Rachelle Hruska – Media whore/manipulator for Hire. In the face of the recent scandal that we uncovered pertaining to the CW’s (the producers of High Society) arrangement with Rachelle Hruska’s Guest of a Guest
I responded as follows:
I’d like to talk to her before commenting, which I’ll do on my blog. I personally take great pains to separate the people I do business with and try to disclose any conflicts, I find this stunning and want to hear more.
I called Brittany and asked her what it all meant, and after a half hour of OMG’s and dropping names I’d heard of, I came to the conclusion that Christopher was saying that the whole Tinsley Mortimer reality show was phony and that Rachelle was somehow involved with helping to create this phoniness. I may live under a rock sometimes and I may be very old, but doesn’t everybody know that all reality TV shows are phony? I called Rachelle for a reaction and she told me it’s all a bunch of junk and asked me to join her for cocktails at a fabulous place I’d never heard of with a list of fabulous people who sounded familiar. I’m going to go–if not to get to the bottom of this, at least to get to the bottom of a bottle of Jameson.
Being the “Professional Journalist” I am, I decided to read all the articles that Christopher Koulouris was forwarding to me. I wanted to get to the truth. I came upon this segment:“Consider the case of media giants like the NY Post building up Rachelle Hruska, who basically arrived in New York 5 minutes ago (within the last 4 years) and is promoted by Nightlife Industry folks like Steve Lewis and backed by affluent internet social networking guru’s (Cameron Winklevoss).” It seems that I was getting part of the credit for creating the Rachelle Hruska “monster.” I’m flattered, but can’t take credit for her success. She’s worked very hard and has created a highly successful blog against all detractors and in a rough economy. The fact that the New York Post and so many others get along with her is easy to understand: She’s fun, smart, down to earth and always a good friend. The implication that Cameron Winklevoss and other connected players helped her get in and fed her stories is a “So what?” I have my sources, as does anyone getting stories. We all lean on others for deep information from undisclosed sources. If I had a dollar for every New York Times or New York Post or New York Press or unknown reporter who wanted to get the “skinny” about some nightlife figure or nightlife situation, I could buy me a Toyota.
I admit that I’m old and out of it and may not see this giant elephant in the room, but I just don’t understand. So I read more Skallywag stuff. In the third thing, I read a name that rings my bell. The primary source of all of this hullabaloo is this kid who is no longer working as a Guest of a Guest photographer Dylan Armajani. Him, I know. It was a little after this past New Year’s Eve when I shacked up with a blue-blooded blonde. We got along nicely, she needed a place to stay and I needed the comfort of an enthusiastic friend. As Sinatra once said, “It was just one of those crazy things.” Although our mad love affair fizzled as the last Christmas trees were carted away, we’ve remained good friends. I won’t mention her name here, though I’m sure she wouldn’t care. A couple of days into the affair, she complained to me about a guy who was bothering her. She had endless Facebook and text messages from this fellow, some of which were incredibly graphic and disturbing. Being the old school gentleman I am, I asked if I might intervene. I was sure I could reason with him, so I called the fellow. We had a pleasant chat where I informed him that I was indeed dating the young lady and his advances, innuendos and pleas for physical contact should properly end. He apologized and agreed and all was well. Or so I thought. I was then subjected to a bombardment of threats and insane ramblings from the young gent that were so childish and full of insane lies, that I became concerned for my young lady friend.
I sent him a message that clearly informed him that I was her boyfriend and he must stop bothering both of us. Here is the Facebook correspondence between myself and the Scallywag star witness, Dylan Armajani:
DA: Lovely. No hard feelings. Had no clue you were with her. I respect that and we have tons of mutual friends, so I respect that as well. Had I known I was intruding on you I wouldn’t have. Sorry. Have a good night, and I’m sure I’ll bump into you someday, with all the friends we have in common! But don’t throw the threats. Threats don’t get anywhere. No need for them. We are respectful people.
SL:You have been told. Take that any way you want, but do not contact her again.
DA: No worries. My lawyer has this message, should you try anything. But have a good night
SL: You’re so adorable
DA: Hey, I don’t know you! No plans to piss you off, but would rather cover my bases 🙂
The harassing of my friend didn’t stop and I called Rachelle to tell her that there was a genuine nut working for her. She asked that my gal send her an email. At this time my gal went to the police to get an order of protection. I do miss the old days, but this seemed like an intelligent path. Yes, I’m a genuine gentleman, but in revealing all this, I must also be a Scallywag. Here is the letter my gal sent to Rachelle:
I hope the New Year finds you well. I also hope that I am neither interfering nor awkwardly blunt by addressing the rather consistent, terribly crude contact I have incurred on the part of one of your alleged staff (?) members, Dylan Armajani. Though it is certainly not my intent to be invasive, nor inflammatory, Dylan’s one-sided, increasingly crass (I simply cant bring myself to recite the slew of texts and emails I get verbatim – and I wouldn’t want to subject you to them!!) attempts at interaction have both frightened and shocked me.
I had contact with him per a potential website design job for a client of mine months ago, and since then I can expect endless texts and other daily forms of communication which have alarmed many of my peers so much that they have feared for my welfare. Please bear in mind I wish no ill will towards him; I don’t know him. That said, the fact that I don’t know him and he is writing things that have only warranted responses requesting he never, ever contact me again, is room for concern. I’m not sure why he does this, and I have tried to evade it for quite a while.
Recently, Steve Lewis was present when I received a very random, very forward text, followed by an online “proposal,” if you will. Steven found this disconcerting, and quite politely asked him to stop. He did not. Again, Steven asked him to stop, and was bothered by the realization that this character worked for your company, as Steven is quite fond of you. As he was explaining how shocked he was at Dylan’s erratic behavior, Steve became the “victim.” He began to receive a multitude of emails that didn’t seem to end. They ran the gamut from threats of law suits, apologies, ignorance of the situation, anger. I am not sure anyone could keep track of the erratic emotions. While I’m not sure what Dylan has in his head (this is not someone I know beyond a brief interaction ages ago,) I do know that Steve was merely trying to help, and was subjected to the sort of manic, inappropriate slander that I get and have gotten on a regular basis for quite some time. This, of course, makes me feel terrible, as Steve was nothing short of polite, though presumably shocked, that he was being berated in such a way.
Per further threats I have received from Dylan that now include Steve, I have filed a no-contact order, as I now have not only put myself in a position where I’m not sure what this stranger is up to, but I have subjected Steve to it as well. Steve, while probably shocked that Dylan has been bringing up lawyers and such (ironic indeed: most know that both spoken and written harassment, which seems an understatement, is viable evidence and certainly grounds for trouble….) strikes me as most concerned that he works for you, as, again, he speaks very highly of you and Guest of a Guest.
Perhaps (and I don’t know) Dylan is young and volatile or drinks too much or the like. However, while I have hindered in addressing a very uncomfortable situation, Steve’s witnessing of just a bit of foul language, followed by his own character attack, and finally followed by his concern that perhaps such strange and irrational behavior may be detramental to someone he cares for and her company, has clearly left him very concerned.
I apologize if I appear meddlesome, as this is not something you should have to hear about – although Steve is now being threatened and is concerned for the situation in its entirety.
Again, I hope you have a wonderful New Year, and this information yields as little trouble for anyone as possible. I feel awful for Steve becoming involved, and thus you.
Please feel free to contact me if need be. Pardon this strange, hopefully fleeting situation.
I have often been attacked by informed and uninformed agents of the truth. Broke ass assholes can always dig deep into their pockets for two cents worth of vile ranting. Rachelle has expanded into LA and is living in a world far above the mud that others and I are wrestling in. I respect the work of Christopher Koulouris and any watchdog that will keep media on the straight and narrow, but until a person of character is actually brought forth to disparage the good name of my good friend Rahelle Hruska, I am not a believer. Christopher join us for cocktails tonight and we will get to the truth, or at least to the bottom of that bottle of Jameson.
UPDATE: See Dylan Armajani’s rebuttal.