I've been reading Gawker since its inception back in the day (the days of then scribe, Elizebeth Spiers) and I always enjoyed its no-holds-barred, gloves off gossiping and trash talking. Of course, Gawker blindly smacks around people who I have no connection with or know on any sort of a personal level, so it was bizarre to read them talk shit about someone who I am friends with. Basically, the NY Observer, which I read incidentally, had a profile on him and this story was like a big fat softball tossed in the air to Gawker.
Anyway, there's no such thing as bad publicity (Quick: Who first said this? Answer without running to Google) and so, for you kiddies obsessed with celebrities, fashion, stylists, and the New York social scene, keep your eyes out for Kristian Laliberte--your next uber stylist/publicist.