Last night Gawker founder Nick Denton hosted a little soiree at his Soho pad to welcome the American staff of the Guardian who recently moved their office to the neighborhood. And what is a party without a photo booth and a few boldfaced media names? We didn't save you any tea sandwiches, but you can at least enjoy the pictures.

In your majestic Tuesday media column: Justin Rocket Silverman strikes a pose, Michael Wolff is still alive, the WSJ is doing fantastic, Robert Mackey boomerangs back to the NYT, and Dealbook hires some kid.

Justin Rocket Silverman, who's posed shirtless and publicly fingerbanged his girlfriend for the sake of journalism, has now done a new sex-related thing, for journalism: "naked therapy," a made-up thing consisting of an attractive young woman removing her clothes as you pretend to talk about some personal issues, or whatever. Breasts.

In your bulleted Tuesday media column: the TV industry is mean to women, Jeff Goldberg escapes the PLO, Justin Rocket Silverman's new job, and Rupert Murdoch loses hundreds of millions, haha.

Flirt Alert! Tinsley Mortimer, the bubbly blonde socialite of our dreams, is single and ready to mingle. She was spotted at Sundance looking for a man, which is pretty desperate. So we thought we'd help her find The One.

Yes, folks, that is Alexandra Ashley Dupre. That Alexandra Ashley Dupre. Writing for that New York Post. Fill in the lede:

Photographer Zach Hyman keeps NYC wacky—and sexy—by taking pixxx of nude models, in public. Sure, it's all wacky and sexy until the cops show up, and Justin Rocket Silverman has to race the scene.

Just when you think there are no good jokes about Williamsburg left, a patriotic actress strips on the L train for art's sake, making a story for New York's foremost vagina journalist, and all is well again. [Beware! NSFW art!]

Allen Salkin - the Seymour Hersh of the Styles section - files this weekend on a group of media writers in New York who're meeting in an Murray Hill (?!) penthouse. Old school, but the rub? No twittering, blogging, oversharing.

Life sucks. Everyone knows this. Of course, life sucks most for the models. All those castings and photo shoots and cocaine-fueled orgies and whatnot! How do they do it?! Well, things are finally looking up, thanks to the "Model Lounge."

Last night, the country's media-tech-social scene collided in something called The Webutante Ball. Instead of forging an alternate universe in a Big Bang-esque explosion, it thankfully existed for one evening atop the Empire Hotel. We braved it for you.

The Times Style piece on "orgasmic meditation" came out two weeks ago, so the NY Post stole the idea, and gave it to Justin Rocket Silverman, who wrote about fingering his girlfriend. All very standard.

Lindsay Lohan's Valentine's Day got off to an awesome start at 1 AM Saturday: A fight on the streets of Nolita, trailed by paparazzi and a reporter for the New York Post.

Last week we re-introduced Gawker Pin-Ups, in which we scour the web (and your Facebook pages) for hottt photos of people in (or vaguely around) media. Who did you want to see shirtless? Requests for the New York Post's Justin Rocket Silverman were basically overwhelming, because he is one of the few straight men in media. So here he is! We have no idea what exactly he's doing in the following photos, nor do we care. Ladies, his Myspace profile says he's 31, single, and straight. He's even modeled for Mens' Health! Justin, if you play these fifteen minutes of blog-fame right, you could definitely get lucky by the weekend.

Our intrepid video fella Richard Blakeley was on a plane full of journalists headed to a Thrillist press event in Las Vegas over the weekend when disaster struck. Due to the crazypants thunderstorms barreling through the region, the plane had to make an unscheduled stop in Rochester, NY. Naturally Blakeley whipped out his camera and filmed the madness, capturing a veritable who's who of journalist types, from the Post's Justin Rocket Silverman, to Julia Allison from Star magazine (hiding coyly from the camera), to The Huffington Post's Rachel Sklar, as they coped with the ordeal. The most important thing we can learn from this video? I'mInLikeWithYou.com's Charles Forman pees sitting down. Clip is above.

Justin Rocket Silverman, once crowned by Gawker as "basically, the only cute straight guy at blogmedia parties," decided to film a funny video for the New York Post about growing a mustache. He had his mustache shaved at something called "Xac Anthony Salon and Spa, though, which sort of defeats the ironic symbol of seedy blue-collar masculinity aspect. It's called a barbershop, Justin! Also it's called "something you should only do because you think it's funny once, while mildly intoxicated," but whatever. We just gave up on shaving altogether, it's simpler. Clip below, in odd and bulky New York Post clip player.

For months or maybe years, AM New York editor Justin Rocket Silverman has enjoyed a reputation as, basically, the only cute straight guy at blogmedia parties besides Times party-ho Nick Confessore. But a spread in the September issue of Men's Health has jeopardized that status, potentially forevs.