Brad, Angelina, and Gwyneth too! All in New York! Last night, my Gwynnie attended a fundraiser for Bent for Learning promoting yoga and other wellness activities in public schools as a means to help young people learn stress coping mechanisms earlier in life. Something like that. She looks amazing. Her bob… I’m so tempted by her bob. Full Story
The NY Post lit into the Brange the other day in a scathing article accusing the Heavenly Couple of “smugness” on the red carpet at the Oscars. A new round of tabloid covers this week runs the gamut from suggesting the Pitts will split to Jennifer Aniston demonstrating her continued love for Brad, to Angelina plotting against Jen for John. Full Story
A surprise power player in Hollywood, his wife has always been little. But nowadays it’s his extreme thinness that is raising eyebrows. What used to be extreme controlling behaviour on set has now spilled over into his personal life, and he’s applied the same obsessive devotion to his physique, so much so that it’s become alarming. Full Story
Katie Holmes on set in New York of The Extra Man yesterday shooting a scene in which she had to put on an extra sad face. I laughed. Are you laughing? I’m especially laughing at Paul Dano’s photo assumption expression, like he’s thinking to himself: What the f-ck am I doing here??? Having said that, they do kinda look hot together. Full Story
Happy belated Birthday Karen! SO sorry about the delay. Am having a hard time managing email. Julie is a good friend and tried her best. Don’t blame her for me being sucky! You can however go ahead and blame Ebola. She’s the root cause of all errors. To Sarah R in Burlington, Vermont – have a GREAT time in Baton Rouge to enjoy a long weekend with Laney…and Britney on Tuesday! Am jealous you’re seeing the opening show! Tell me EVERYTHING! To Audra who is staying at the Hilton and woke up under the weather… I’m sorry Ebola is so deadly! Feel better! Be vigilant! Think Tina Fey! Dominique! I missed your 18th birthday yesterday! Your ridiculously youthful mother did not give me too much ass for it, but please know, as your gossip guardian, how I adore you through the stories she tells me, all three of you, and can’t wait to meet. Full Story
Two posts were dedicated to Ebola’s recent rampage yesterday. And now this morning I’ve woken up with some kind of swollen eye. F-cking disease! It never fails to attack. And if my eye is puffy from simply writing about it, who knows what’s now growing on Robert Pattinson.
A few late articles went up last night including an update on Rob and the virus that followed him to Tokyo. Yes, gossips. She’s there too. Scroll down to get caught up.
Much to the dismay of those militant twi-hards in denial about the Pattinson/Ebola connection, Radar is now also reporting that the two were inseparable on Sunday night. Poor guy…
One day he’ll wake up and find himself flailing his arms about on Dancing With The Stars and he’ll forever regret that night, the night he chose not to run away from Ebola. Ebola has no mercy. Ebola will incubate. Ebola will destroy…
Unless of course Robert Pattinson finds a cure. Kevin Huvane is good for that.
My poor infected eye wants me to put up these classic photos from the best gossip day of our lives: June 8, 2007.
Yours in gossip,
PS. Cindy Crawford and Rande Gerber are not the Karmic Cuckold couple. Why would that be surprising?
It’s Anne Hathaway leaving at the end of awards season, hopefully giving us an extended break. Because right now, I’m done with her. With time and distance though, this could totally change. She’d be smart to fade away for a while. Having said that, am all over her travel attire. Stripes. Full Story
This Gossip Girl hiatus feels like an eternity. I think we still have another week to go before the Upper East Side makes a return. The good news? The CW has renewed it for another season. Hopefully the writing improves the last half of this season? Lately it’s been balls. Still… I need me some Chuck Bass. Full Story
RDJ and his son Indio out shopping yesterday at Planet Blue. These pictures, they kill me. His jaunty cap, something about the way he’s wearing his sweats, Indio’s pants, pants only a 15 year old growing up in Hollywood understands – I guess? – and finally… RDJ’s lunchbox. Full Story