What’s happening? Sunday’s New York Times was strangely full of Angeles-ness. In Styles: Paul Haggis has a tame night out, Cruise and Holmes get analyzed, a WASPy screenwriter gets married, a second-hand store sells fancy clothes, and, lo, a screenwriter discusses her online dating experiences.
The only activity we did not have time for — the pediatrician put a crimp in that plan — was a visit to the personal shopper at Neiman Marcus. When it became clear that that opportunity was lost, Grazer admitted that Elena Zennaro, the couple’s assistant and the children’s nanny, a woman Grazer calls her wife, had offered to go to the store first and preselect the clothes Grazer was supposed to like. See, Grazer doesn’t like to shop. Zennaro shops for her. By telling me this story and exposing the contrivance of Hollywood wifedom, Grazer seemed to figure she was being authentic. Or was it just another layer of artifice: Can you see how outside I really am?
Anyway, how could so much of Los Angeles be stuffed within that taut, blue NYT home delivery wrapper? It’s like a magical sausage– a sausage which I’m still digesting.