Friday, June 03, 2005
Apparently Jack and Renee may be soul mates after all. Or alter egos. Or something. Jack pulls a Renee and randomly marries some chick we didn't even know he was dating. But at least she's a model...which obviously means she's pretty. We'd link to the article if the NYPost weren't trying to pull that silly stunt again forcing us to sign up and publicly admit we read Page Six. As if.
In other news, FAB wonders what sort of yahoos they have running French Vogue over in Paris. In their party pictures they correctly identify their own Lizzie Grubman-esque editrix fifty times but can't seem to get it through their croissant-filled heads that the man's name is P. Diddy now. Not Puff Daddy. And that black guy next to him is not named Simons Russell. Meh.
In other news, FAB wonders what sort of yahoos they have running French Vogue over in Paris. In their party pictures they correctly identify their own Lizzie Grubman-esque editrix fifty times but can't seem to get it through their croissant-filled heads that the man's name is P. Diddy now. Not Puff Daddy. And that black guy next to him is not named Simons Russell. Meh.
