Reporting live from somebody else’s business: When Nicole Kidman (mother) Keith Urban (country singer, but mostly those bangs) went to the Philadelphia stop of Taylor Swift’s Eras tour, Urban accidentally confirmed the romance between Phoebe Bridgers and Bo Burnham. In the background of Kidman and Urban dancing like ScarJo in Marriage Story to a Taylor Swift song, someone who looks a lot like Phoebe Bridgers is seen kissing someone who looks a lot like Bo Burnham.
Bridgers was previously engaged to Paul Mescal; she has been rumored to be in a relationship with Burnham since December, when Matty Healy shared a photo of him kissing Bridgers with Burnham overseeing the kiss?? I actually don’t need to more about Matty Healy, I’ve decided, enough is enough.
I could not care less about PhoeBo, but I care tremendously about Keith Urban and Nicole Kidman always finding their way into some mess. (It feels like only yesterday that there was a Nicole Kidman connection to the Glen Powell and Sydney Sweeney giggling and carrying on!) I am sure this Urban imbroglio will inspire one whispered lyric over some guitar strumming. But really: I am happy that Urban and Kidman appeared to have the time of their lives at this concert!
What the Paid List Got This Week
This One Line from Collateral Plays on A Loop in My Head
And: I have information that can lead to the arrest of whoever designed this shoe.
Pitting Two Bad Bitches Against Each Other
The writer/icon Ashley Reese asked the internet to settle a debate a debate she was having at a wedding: who was hotter, young Al Pacino or young Robert De Niro?
Young Al Pacino is dreamy in a babygirl/downtown way; De Niro is fundamentally hotter as in hunkier as in sexier. There is just not another way to explain this. I will not be taking questions at this time.
On Twitter, Reese’s poll’s final results were right down the middle, but the Hung Up chat had some good replies:
On the one hand, in the words of Megan Thee Stallion, I “need me an Al Pacino.” But on the other hand, “Got that De Niro on my mind,” as Beyoncé once said.
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The anxiety I feel over opening a front-facing camera … but if it is to be said, so it be, so it is.
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Hanging Up The Saddle
The Los Angeles restaurant Horses — the place to see and be seen eating a cornish hen, which honestly I always thought was weird — was embroiled in a scandal this week. The duo behind the restaurant, chefs Liz Johnson and Will Aghajanian, are getting divorced, and the court papers have a half dozen of simply the craziest allegations I have ever read. My phone is overheating with Horses drama: a sex tourism trip, dead kittens, a dog custody battle! Even if you have never seen a Euphoria star chain smoking beneath horses blue awnings, this is of interest.
“Ms. Johnson has accused Mr. Aghajanian of assaulting her, visiting prostitutes and torturing a number of pet kittens to death,” the New York Times reports. (The LA Times has the dead kitten count at a minimum of two; I keep hearing it’s more like eight??) “He has accused her of threatening to kill him and deliberately burning him with kitchen implements.” (Horses was once going to be spun off with a New York City sister restaurant, the unfortunately-named “Froggys,” but I don’t know the status of that place now.)
Weirdo sicko shit!!!!! Like The Bear if it was written by Gillian Flynn. I am returning to one of my favorite Alex Jung observations: Los Angeles has better food, but New York is a better restaurant town.
Week Three of Me Knowing Who Matty Healy Is
Taylor Swift and Matty Healy, lead singer of the band the 1975, which I’ve gathered is like the The Strokes if they weren’t as good, were spotted together again this week. The rumored couple left Electric Lady studios in New York:
The dirtbag posture … we need Tree Paine on the line expeditiously!
When I said celebrities should keep their real teeth I did not mean these teeth.
People has turned on Meghan and Harry amid this car chase news: excellent analysis from. (Gossip Time)
Francis Ford Coppola on rumors of chaos (in January, THR reported on a crew exodus-slash-dismissal) on the set of “Megalopolis” kinda spilled: “The source was no source.” (Deadline)
Martha Stewart became a Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue cover model this week. The New York Times interviewed her about it, and this was my favorite part:
Nicole Scherzinger?? Starring in Sunset Blvd?? She is big, it’s the girl groups that got small! (Twitter)
That’s all this week! Thank you for reading. This weekend I will be catching up with the Jennifer Jason Leigh series on Criterion Collection, and watching the Killers of the Flower Moon trailer again and again and again. See you Sunday for Succession!
"the band the 1975, which I’ve gathered is like the The Strokes if they weren’t as good"
target audience reached.
The link to Johnny Depp’s teeth need a trigger warning. ¡Dios mío!