La Bruni

I've been following the French President Nicolas Sarkozy during his tenure and find him to be one of the more fascinating leaders on the world stage in recent years. Have you seen tape of him during that school hostage situation in Neuilly, back when he was the mayor? Or storming out of an interview with 60 Minutes*? Or possibly drunk at the G8 sumit? This guy is nothing if not interesting. And now I think he's topped himself.

Since his divorce in the fall of last year, he recently began dating heiress, folk singer, erstwhile model and maneating all-star, Carla Bruni. And according to some of the most venerable press outlets, he's announced his intentions are serious. As in marriage. The couple are currently in the midst of a mid-winter Middle Eastern romp, with whistle stops in Luxor, Egypt, Petra, Jordan and...oops, no Saudi Arabia for Carla (apparently their delicto is too flagrante for the Saudi powers that be.) Anyway, I think it's all kind of fabulous, but I just want to be the first to warn Super Sarko...you better watch out, cause she will eat you for breakfast. Says so, right here.

See, I happened to have read Justine Lévy's roman à clef Nothing Serious which is subtitled How Carla Bruni Dated My Father-in-Law then Stole My Husband and Had His Baby. She's a serial girlfriend with really bizarre taste in men that can swing from exotic gorgeousness (Vincent Perez) to frumpy blowhards (Donald Trump...seriously). She broke up Mick and Jerry, and you have to know fidelity wasn't exactly part of the agreement there, so the situation must have been extraordinarily egregious. If Sarkozy thinks he can tame her, I'd like to see him try.

*I think it's kind of funny that he got all pissy when Leslie Stahl asked him about his marital situation a couple of weeks before his divorce was announced, and his reaction was like HOW DARE YOU even broach the topic, but now he's pulling a Bennifer.

The return of "WORK!"

Even in my wildest dreams I wouldn't have dared to believe that she would go THERE...Love the fake celly, VB. TMZ's version is better because it's shot from the front.

Let's lamé!

So this morning my youngest sister asked me if I wanted to participate in the Las Vegas half-marathon this December. Let me think about it, ah no. Then while breakfasting on my Honey Bunches of Oats with Almonds, I ran across an editorial in the September Harper's Bazaar that had Chloë Sevigny in MYLAR (looking) leggings from American Apparel. I went to the site and they come in 6 colors including the original silver, a divine Studio 54 lamé purple and a Claudette Colbert lamé gold. I think this means I have to buy them and wear them in the half-marathon. Or wear them as inspiration while I work out. Unfortunately, the site warns "This garment can dull or scratch with repeated wearing; handle with care." Ah crap, you know I'd wear them every day if I could, but alas they won't retain the look. Do they come in fatass size? Secret message to my other sister. If you buy these after reading this I will personally murder you.