Steve Wynn...slams President Obama's socialist leanings! Threat to U.S. business!

Say What?





For the most part, high-flying Hotelier - Steve Wynn - is usually upbeat, optimistic, and inclined to spout off enthusiastically about his successful "empire" growing in leaps-and-bounds.

Yesterday, the Casino "King" was crying the blues - however - and taking pot shots at President Obama.

According to Mr. Wynn, entrepreneurs are not only sitting on their assets just now, but taking a prudent "wait and see" attitude when it comes to future business ventures in this country.

Frankly, they're scared!

In a nutshell, Wynn has taken the position that President Obama's "socialist" stance has had (and will continue to have) a chilling effect on the economy, business, and the future of this country.

News at 11!

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Steve Wynn...to launch Hotel & Casino in Singapore! Chinese superstitious in nature!

Word out of Steve Wynn's camp is that the astute Hotelier with the Midas touch is about to set up shop in Singapore.

"It's my next goal in life," he beamed to the media in a recent press interview.

The lofty "dream" - though within his grasp - may be in limbo for the moment if the scuttlebutt is true.

According to sources, Wynn is required to hold off on the gamble because of a restriction imposed by the Government which requires exclusivity for current Casino owners.

Years ago, a friend invited me to jet off to Singapore for a vacation and to take in the exotic sites.

But, I begged off.

In retrospect, I now kick myself for not jumping at the opportunity to explore the historical mystical city.

In recent years, mind-boggling property developments has moved forward, with a spotlight on futuristic architectural design.

For instance, an awesome rooftop infinity pool at Marina Bay Sands commands a stunning view of the dazzling Financial District's Skyline (the owners boast that the splash feataure is approximately one-and-a-half football fields in length).

Gosh, I'd pay a pretty penny to lounge poolside as Michael Phelps propels his toned muscled bod from one end to-the-other.

Meanwhile, Resorts World Sentosa - not to be bested - launched a Theme Park with Universal Studios which features an upscale family-oriented Hotel.

In some respects, the old Guard still maintains a stranglehold when it comes to gambling, though.

Because the Chinese people are superstitious by nature, the Government has imposed restrictions on its citizens to ensure they don't fritter any the mortgage money.

Residents of Singapore are dinged $80.00 for one-day passes to the Casinos (good 24/7).

In contrast to the policies in the United States, family members are legally entitled to step forward and request that relatives be banned from gambling halls in the event they are vulnerable to chronic addiction to games of chance.

Casinos are also barred from advertising locally.

Ins spite of the aforementioned limitations guests topped out at a staggering 11.6 million in 2010.

Sales at two of the major Casinos combined equalled 1.7% of the gross National Product.

Obviously, Steve Wynn is anxious to grab for a piece of that lucrative pie!

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Paris Hilton...banned from Vegas Resort! Steve Wynn shame!

Only a stoned babe would pluck up a fashion disaster such as this

On the heels of the highly-publicized "cocaine' bust on Friday - heiress Paris Hilton - has been informed by Hotel Management that she is banned from venturing on Wynn properties on the glitzy Vegas strip in the near-or-distant future.

If you ask me, Steve Wynn jumped the gun.

His rush to judgment may prove to be an embarrassment in view of the facts.

For starters, Ms. Hilton has sworn up-and-down that the purse was borrowed from a pal - and that subsequently - the drugs seized by the men-in-blue that fateful night were not hers.

In an interesting twist to the intriguing scandal, the young woman who allegedly lent the designer bag to Paris, has laid claim to a stash of cash in excess of $1,000.00 also found in the inside confines of the wayward purse right alongside the mysterious vial of cocaine.

Curious, that!

I expect that if the case is finger-printed, the true culprit's identity will come to light.

Provided the police didn't botch the evidence, along the chain of command, that is.

Did the arresting officers carefully package the evidence to ensure its integrity was maintained during the course of the evening before it was placed in a lock-up box?

Or, did a sloppy copper obliterate all the fingerprints - thus ensuring that Ms. Hilton - remains "on the hook" for the alleged crime of possession?

As to Mr. Wynn -  in case he wasn't aware of the obvious - an individual is innocent until proven guilty in a court of law by their peers.

Not, by a lynch mob, Sir!

Par-tay favors abound with "in" crowd!

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Encore...Wynn's Beach club blow-out! Paris Hilton big draw...

A couple of weeks ago, I reported that Wynn’s spanking new Beach Club was on the verge of throwing its doors open-wide just in time to kick-off amidst the summer madness now descending on the exotic desert oasis.

Wynn did not disappoint (in spite of the fact he’s been busy in the courts lodging causes of action for slander against one particularly disreputable individual that picked a fight with the Hotelier in recent days).

On the Memorial Day weekend holiday, excited revelers plunked down cold hard cash (Males coughed up a $40 cover; their female counterparts $30) just to get in the packed watering hole to get a thirst-quenching cocktail and lookie-loo.

By midnight, the cover soared to $100 for those anxious to catch site of Celebrity Hostess Paris Hilton and a couple of local bands hired on to entertain the thronging masses.

Management excitedly gushed that it was quite the blow-out.

An estimated 17,000 guests sauntered into the champagne-soaked soiree - some toasting each other until the crack of dawn - according to Wynn insiders.

Steve Wynn’s team boasted that their expectations were high - and believe it or not - they were exceeded admirably.

The chic elite - and even the common Joe - are touting the Beach Club as a one-of-a-kind wonder that is a must-see.

In fact, normally jaded jet-setters, were tooting Steve Wynn’s horn.

“There’s nothing like this (the beach club) in the world.”

Performances by Ne-Yo and LMFAO thoroughly entertained the discriminating crowd.

Judging by guest reactions, Paris Hilton still enthralls all in her angelic wake!

See ‘ya there

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Steve Wynn...Beach Club at Wynn Resort may boost traffic & sales!

A few months ago, amidst all the hoopla of the approaching grand opening of Aria, a wrecking ball began knocking down walls at the front end of Steve Wynn’s resort Hotel on Las Vegas Boulevard.

The mercurial entrepreneur - a mainstay on the Vegas scene - wasn’t going to be left behind!

Wynn announced that he was pumping several million dollars into renovations with the specific aim of creating a swanky Beach Club.

When I cruised by Wynn’s Encore early this afternoon, and spied the almost-finished play spa, it struck me that Steve was either a great visionary or just managed to luck out on a good idea that was going to transform his resort from the image of an exclusive Ivory Tower beyond reach of the common masses to one that would have a more widespread appeal to regular tourists, businessmen on-the-go, you name it.

For example, Wynn’s original Hotel was set back off the main thoroughfare, and not easily accessible from the strip.

Patrons trundling down the strip on a pub crawl were forced to take a long jog up a curving drive - as they dodged a fleet of elegant Rolls Royces - chauffeuring the rich and mighty in-and-out of the tony establishment.

A bit off-putting for the regular Joe.

Because Wynn has fronted the Beach Club right on the Vegas Strip the Resort will obviously be transformed in many respects as a result.

Undoubtedly, Mr. Wynn will be rustling up a lot of street traffic, which will boost sales and the overall popularity of the Wynn.

Good on you, Steve!
 
 

 

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Las Vegas...Steve Wynn jazzing up Encore! Surf''s up...

I imagine myself in this hammock already!

Steve Wynn is jazzing up Encore!

I was out for a stroll the other morning when a ghastly mess on the strip caught my eye.

Up-front and center, outside the Encore Hotel complex - one construction crew was erecting unsightly chain-link fences and overly-bright hard plastic barriers to create a pedestrian walkway - as another shovelled up debris from a low-level structure that a wrecking ball had smashed into smithereens.

Wasn't this parcel of land owned by Steve Wynn?

At one section of the block where two-ton trucks rumbled in and out of a make-shift entrance, I spied a worker within arm's length of me, so I decided to go to the horse's mouth for information so-to-speak.

"Isn't this part of the Encore Hotel property owned by Wynn," I innocently asked the surprised female construction worker.

"Uh-huh," she grumbled back.

"He (we all know who he is, right?) is tearing down this section to put in an 18 million-dollar beach club," she shouted above he rising din.

"'Wow," was about the only response I could muster on the heels of such staggering news.

A beach club for 18 million smackeroos?

At this juncture, I put my thinking cap on.

Does Mr. Wynn intend to fabricate a beach setting - complete with rolling waves and warm sand  oozing between the toes - to jazz up the Hotel complex a tad?

I expect he'll also be simulating the soothing sounds of the surf as it crashes oh-so-gently on the shore at Wynn's Beach.

True, the interior of the Encore is sumptuous and inviting.

But, with exception to the waterfall and grounds brimming with lush foliage, the overall outdoor image of Encore and the sister Hotel at the complex, is nothing short of the plain-Jane variety.

Moreso, me thinks that Mr. Wynn doesn't hanker up to the idea of being left in the cold.

The Aria and Mandarin Hotels (about to swing open their doors at the CityCenter this Wednesdayon  Dec. 16th) will probably steal alot of Mr. Wynn's thunder in coming days.

Even with Garth Brooks under his house wing, the Encore is vulnerable to rapidly-changing resort trends, that are luring the tourist class, "whales", and European travellers, doww new boulevards and eye-catching vistas in sin city.

Cut-rate "room sales" online are also taking a bite out of potential revenue as well.

So, Mr. Wynn - visionary that he is - has obviously hatched up a scheme to guarantee his place in the sun alongside the big players in the Desert Oasis.

Well, you Wynn some, and 'ya lose sum.

It will be interesting to see how the transformation pans out for the mercurial Wynn, and translates into greenbacks, eh?

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Garth Brooks...hits Vegas! Rush line tickets available...

I reported a few weeks ago that Garth Brooks was wooed by Hotelier extraordinaire - Steve Wynn - to come out of retirement and perform long-term at the ever-popular Encore in the midst of the busy Vegas strip

Post:  10/21/09

http://ijulian.blogspot.com/2009/10/garth-brookssigned-on-for-gigs-in-vegas.html

Yup!

Tickets for tonight and over the weekend are apparently sold out, but show organizers have noted that there may be seats available at noon each day in a rush line once "cancelled" reservations are tallied and seats are freed up.

Although it's a bit frosty in the desert oasis just now, I expect a posse of die-hard fans will brave the elements, and pine in line for a crumb or two.

Brooks enjoys the good life!

He's a soccer dad with a personal jet at his disposal now-a-days.

That (the airliner) was one of the perks that Steve Wynn tossed in with the deal to seal it.

As Garth put it, somewhat humbly, "the plane was the whole thing."

Twice married, Brooks now shares wedded bliss with his second wife, Trisha Yearwood at their comfy digs in Owasso (OH).

"I told Wynn he couldn't afford me. I was wrong," the seasoned performer chuckled at a recent press junket.

Garth is allegedly signed on for up to 300 stage shows much to the delight of his fans.

See 'ya there!

Steve Wynn's swank Encore Hotel

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Steve Wynn...Encore owner stingy with cocktails! Big bucks go to dog & ex-wife & heck with customers...

Last night I sauntered into "Encore" on the Vegas strip after capturing a few picturesque video clips of  the Gondoliers on the canals at the Venetian  (check out my YouTube site for exclusive videos).

OMG!

A short gambling streak later, a handful of us slot-players thought we would just die of thirst!

Without a waitress in sight, and suffering from a nasty bout of parched mouth, we were scheming to call out to a bootlegger for some demon rum since the house was obviously dry.

A gander around the room signalled the obvious.

Old money bags, Steve Wynn, was obviously keen on holding onto his loot!

Or, too budget-minded  (mean) to employ another server to lend a hand to the two over-worked bimbo babes who were struggling to keep up with frenzied requests on the Casino floor.

Just maybe, the multi-milliionaire is a cheap-skate when it comes to "watering-down" his paying guests.

Curious, that!

I just read in the morning newspaper (in "Norm's" column, if  I am not mistaken)  that Wynn has his much-coddled puppies chauffeured around in a pricey limousine (worth half-a-million bucks).

Looks like all the moolah he's raking in at the Hotel & Casino (off  the backs of gamblers like toi & moi)  is being  pressed into the sweaty palms  of  handlers for dog upkeep and canine pampering.

Maybe it's time we cut up our blood red Player's cards and slouched off  to an establishment that appreciates our biz, eh?

Maybe then, the liquor will flow freely!

I got to thinking today, though, that there is a solution to the problem.

Since Steve  loves doggies so much, maybe he should spring for a couple of  St. Bernards - and likewise - strag a keg of beer or two around their furry necks.

Yup!

Whenever a patron cries out for a drinkie-pooh for medicinal purposes, at least, the winsome Wynn just has to send in the dogs (and a clown or two from his management team) to facilitate a life-saving chug-a-lug or two.

As I headed out the much-foliaged front doors, I couldn't help but also notice that Wynn is making a killin' elsewhere on the prmieses, too.

Golly, the letch with a penchant for bimbo babes,  is also charging guests ten smackeroos ($10.00) to take a gander at parked Ferraris on the lobby floor in a fancy-schmanzy showroom a hop-and-a-skip away from the Casino floor.

I guess I'm jaded  'cause I would'nt  be caught dead forking over one thin dime for the privilege.

I ain't no wide-eyed kid,  with his nose pressed up against the glass of the candy-store window, after all.

Ferrari's are a dime-a-dozen in Beverly Hills, Steve-o!

Bottom line?

You're not really part of the tony elite in BH or Bel Air 'til a Ferrari hangs a sharp turn on squealing wheels and annoints your leg with a spray of run-off designer water the locals use to perpetrate the green on their well-manicured front lawns.

By the way, I couldn't help but notice that at - "Blush" (the Nightclub boutique) - a crush of of young trendies began to queue along a bank of the spanking-new slots as the withcing hour approached.

Just beyond that permieter, natch, Wynn's security gooks in goon suits, were eyeing up a handful of dubious characters to shadow as the bustling eve wore on.

Judging from the smug looks on their mugs, I expect the whole posse of 'em thought they were being remarkably discreet.

On the contrary, they exhibited all the subtlety of a herd of pink elephants in heat!

Losers, one and all.

Ironic, in a gambling hall, don't 'ya think?

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Elaine Wynn...Vegas Royalty to divorce! News boosts blog hits on the town's Hostess with mostest...

Steve & Elaine Wynn are going for an "Encore".



Yup, the much-married childhood sweethearts, will call it quits once again.



The power couple - oft referred to as Vegas Royalty - first tied the knot way back in 1963.



Then, divorced Vegas-style in 1986.



But, the unpredictable winsome two-some took vows for a second time in 1991.



The second time around must have been a charm!



On the heels of "I do", Elaine not only became active in the family business, but a regular scene-stealer on the Las Vegas charity and social circuit.



In cozier days, dotting husband Steve lavished extravagant gifts on the object of his affection.



On one occasion, for instance, the Hotelier surprised the former beauty Queen with the deed to the Desert Inn Hotel!



Mr. Wynn (who is Chief Executive officer of the The Las Vegas-based casino company) reported $210.2 million in net income for 2008.



And, Elaine Wynn (66) is a director on the company's board.



To prevent a crush of nosey newsies from thumbing through the dirty linen, the Judge presiding over the proceedings was inclined to seal all confidential court documents on file.



Hence, curious onlookers have been unable to ascertain who is divorcing who, and why!



Was the split amicable, or is there an iron-clad prenuptial agreement lurking in the vault?



According to data compiled from Securities and Exchange Commission documents, Steve and Elaine each own approximately 24 million shares in Wynn Resorts.



Their stakes were worth about $468 million on Tuesday when the bell rang at the close of the markets.



If you recall, Elaine Wynn graced my 10 Best-Dressed Women's list for 2008.



Post: 12/31/08

http://ijulian.blogspot.com/2008/12/10-worst-dressed-listcher-oprah-and.html

In my estimation, her status in the realms of the fashion elite now (even if I do say so myself) certainly calls for special consideration by the Judge which should equate to $$$.



After all, now that Elaine has been crowned Best-Dressed, she has an image to uphold and maintain - not only in the public eye - but amid the horsey-set she rides astride of.



Steve, don't be stingy, the lady deserves the best!



And, how was your week?

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Elaine Wynn...lands spot on 10 Best-Dressed list! Classy lady...

The lady is tall, poised, outgoing - and betcha didn't expect it - quite down-to-earth.

And, a real fashion horse in an elegant understated way.

Of course, the woman of-the-hour in Las Vegas is Elaine Wynn, wife of mercurial Steve Wynn (Las Vegas Hotel Impresario).

The morning times did a bang-up job on a feature they published on Mrs. Wynn in the weekend edition of the paper, worth taking a gander at.

When I crossed paths with Elaine Wynn at the ENCORE opening on Monday evening, it was not necessary to make a play for her attention or grapple for a quote.

Actually, I was content to casually saunter into the celebrations and drink up the festive goings-on all around me.

The unflappable hostess with-the-mostest spotted me jotting down notes as she alighted like a graceful dove next to me on the Casino floor.

"You're writing good things, I hope," she laughed innocently.

Our eyes met briefly.

Immediately, I was taken by her warmth.

My thoughts were on the sumptuous trappings, actually.

"Notes on the decor," I chirped enthusiastically.

With little more ado, Mrs. Wynn breezed off on a waft of mystical air, as I focused on the task at hand.

Occasionally, though, I spied Steve Wynn's better half observing me from a distance with a curious expression on her face.

Frankly, I found it refreshing that Elaine Wynn - despite her wealth and high station in life - reached out, was approachable, and at ease in her lofty Universe.

Couple that with her keen fashion sense, and impeccable taste, and it's easy to fathom why Elaine Wynn has landed a spot of my 1st Annual 10 Best-Dressed list to be unveiled on Wednesday, December 31st.

As Humphrey Bogart would say:

"Here's lookin' at you, kid."

Las Vegas...Wynn's splashy Encore bash a glittering event!

At the stroke of eight, Steve Wynn gave a nod - at which point- a throng of lookie-loos (who had been patiently waiting for about an hour in a line that snaked down the busy Las Vegas strip) surged forward in a crush and swarmed the swankiest new Casino in Sin City, Encore!

Staff beamed and Hotel Management glad-handed guests as smartly-attired Security Staff stood at attention with a keen eye to ensuring there were no mishaps at the gala opening night.

Within minutes, the slots were swamped with anxious players, plugging in bills in a mad frenzy.

There were a lot of oohs and aahs, too.

Encore is a touchy-feeling entry into the Vegas scene.

Blood red chandeliers strategically-placed about the Casino added a festive spirit to the lobby.

A butterfly motif (a Hotel Theme) echoed throughout - from the pristine marble floors - to the exquisite wall reliefs that adorned the foyers, lounges, and gambling rooms about the expansive elegantly-decorated environs.

At the pool lounge guests may loll in the mid-day sun or sip exotic cocktails under a romantic starry night sky.

In spite of the rich decor and obvious appeal to the Uppercrust, there is also a sports bar on the main floor for die-hard fans to catch a pro game and sip a beer.

When I was ushered into a watering hole on the first floor, I immediately caught sight of a striking golden figure of a woman crafted from the trunk of a tree with a crown of branches that were literally awesome to gaze upon.

Young pretty waitresses were squeezed into form-fitting chic party dresses with a smattering of sparkly beads at the bodice.

The eye-catching "uniforms" were short-short, and displayed a lot of generous leg, fellas!

A passion fruit cocktail (non-alcoholic) was a bit pricey at $7.00 - and packed a tad too much with ice - but delicious none-the-less.

The Casino floor was sparked by exquisite one-of-a-kind artifacts such as crystal dragons and a smiling Buddha or two.

When I slipped into the men's room for a whiz, I laughed when I spied artwork hanging gracefully in the toilet stalls!

Sprinkled about the Casino there were a handful of gold-plated telephones resting on marble podiums, for those who need to clear their credit with Hotel Management, I guess.

The swivel chairs at the slot machines - in coral/peach tones and edged in black lacquer with crimson red trim - are an enormous improvement over those cumbersome old dinosaurs that guests were forced to maneuver in-and-out of ad nauseam.

At "Switch" - designers conjured up a lounge that is transformed every twenty minutes or so into a dazzling new eye-catching environ - by virtue of walls that rise and fall magically seemingly at whim.

When I queried staff about the 231 carat diamond - supposedly the crown jewel of Wynn's new property - most were puzzled by my probe and unable to offer up any info on the precious gem.

"Must be for the VIPS only," one staff member quipped.

On that thought, it should be noted that one passer-by in the street wailed that Encore was just another place for rich folks to go.

"I couldn't afford to stay there."

Last night's glittering opening signalled one truism.

You can lead a horse to water, but will he drink?

If the packed house last night was any indication - the answer is a platinum-lined "yes" - at least for the capricious moment.

A day after the exciting high-energy bash, when I trotted inside for a second glance, guests were having difficulty flagging down waitresses for cocktails and when slots went awry it was tough-going getting staff to deal with the problem.

Yes, the workers were less attentive today and there wasn't much magic in the air.

Mr. Wynn, tossing an extravagant party will surely nab a lot of attention and entice the elite jet set into your Casino on the splashy gala opening night.

But, without follow thru on top-notch goods and services, do you think you'll honestly be able to sustain the magic?

I doubt it!