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Gwyneth inside the show.

 

Gwyneth’s dress, my red wine and...oops

 

 

The Vanity Fair party welcomed Posh and Madonna, Scorsese and J-Lo, the Queen and, er...Chris Ayres

 

It was midnight, and I was making my way through a room decorated floor-to-ceiling with myrtle hedging, while clutching a glass of red wine. In the background, a remix of Summertime played, heavy on the bongos. Guests swayed, ashtrays rattled. The room was crowded, so I did what anyone with experience of commuting on the Northern Line would do — I used my elbows.

 

Doing the exact same thing but in the opposite direction was a slim, blonde woman in a salmon-coloured dress. Before I knew it, my wine glass had connected with her stomach and the liquid inside was sloshing violently. “Oops,” I said, looking up and wincing. Gwyneth Paltrow was looking back at me. “Urgh!” she exclaimed. I had just avoided the horror of ruining the most photographed dress of the 2007 Academy Awards — not to mention the possibility of making Gwyneth sob more loudly than she did on winning Best Actress in 1999.

 

Yes, welcome to my night at the post-Oscars Vanity Fair party: perhaps the only party on earth to which celebrities go for the main purpose of ogling other celebrities. Every year, for the past 14 years, the editor of Vanity Fair, Graydon Carter, has thrown this bash for Hollywood’s elite, and every year it seems to become more powerful, competing almost exclusively now with parties thrown by the studios themselves — parties that often feel like hard work to the movie stars, and are therefore often avoided. Instead, Hollywood’s A-listers fire themselves like neutrons into the uranium core of Vanity Fair’s marquee at Morton’s restaurant in West Hollywood, creating a priceless evening of nuclear celebrity fission. And on Sunday night, after a month of favour-wrangling and security clearances, I walked straight into the heart of the reactor. Hence the red wine, and that traumatic near-miss with Chris Martin’s muse.

 

First, of course, I had to wait outside, starring at the back of Natalie Portman’s legs, as she posed for perhaps 80 paparazzi, all men, stacked on top of one another at the far end of the Morton’s driveway. “NATALIE!” they kept shouting, making as much noise between them as a medium-sized football stadium. Then it was P. Diddy’s turn. “Diddy — no glasses, take off the glasses, no glasses!” they pleaded. “Too much reflection!” But Diddy had no absolutely intention of removing his glasses. He moved away, and a lone voice — a lone Yorkshire voice — rang out: “You spoiled my bloody shot.”

 

Soon enough, I was collected by a tall, extraterrestrial-looking PR man, and escorted inside. This wasn’t easy, because I had to get beyond the celebrities in the driveway, mingling in front of a giant, 30ft-long, 10ft-high Vanity Fair logo made from more sculpted hedge. Head down, I charged at the tiny space between Al and Tipper Gore and emerged somewhere beyond the breasts of Jennifer Lopez.

 

With another charge, I was finally inside. Usually my priority at these events is to perform an instant celebrity-scan of the room — actually four rooms, as Morton’s is virtually demolished each year to make way for the huge party space, designed by Basil Walter Architects of New York, and lit by Patrick Woodroffe (who also works for Peter Gabriel and the Rolling Stones). But Sunday evening was different: I’d just finished a live blog of the Oscars, and was starving. So instead I focused my energy on hunting down a plate of mini-sirloin burgers on mini-blinis. I ate one. It was stupidly good. I wouldn’t have been at all surprised to learn that Graydon Carter — lampooned by Toby Young in his New York memoir How to Lose Friends and Alienate People , which also riffs on the impenetrability of the Vanity Fair party guestlist — had bred his own brand of mini-cows just to make those mini-burgers. This is a man who knows how to entertain: on low coffee tables throughout Morton’s, piles of ultra-thin black and gold cigarettes had been laid next to big square boxes of Vanity Fair branded matches. Evil, but brilliant.

 

I moved on, spotting Victoria Beckham, looking extremely fragile and overwhelmed in a corner — and, alas, too crowded-in to approach. Standing beside me, meanwhile, was Jerry Seinfeld, who was caught yawning during the Oscars ceremony when Al Gore was on the stage. Seinfeld collects Porsches — no wonder he switches off during lectures about global warming. Next to him was CNN’s ubiquitous Anderson Cooper, who was in turn barging his way through a melee of Alist screenwriters. The Vanity Fair party had actually started at 5pm, with a dinner and viewing party for those too important to suffer through four hours in the Kodak Theatre. Madonna and Guy Ritchie were there, as was Oprah Winfrey and Mary J. Blige (they sat next to each other). Even Daniel Craig came down for the meal of steak and chips after handing out the Oscar for Best Art Direction. Each table setting came with a free custom-made Zippo lighter engraved with “VF 2.25.07” and a quotation from Humphrey Bogart, from the 1961 Academy Awards: “The only way to find the best actor would be to let everybody play Hamlet and let the best man win.” Bogart was clearly a man ahead of his time: this would have turned the Oscars into American Idol .

 

I didn’t get to Morton’s until 11pm, after dropping by at Sir Elton John’s annual Oscars screening party and charity auction, which managed to raise $4.2 million for HIV/ Aids causes. Sir Elton used to try harder to compete with Vanity Fair — his party was once sponsored by In Style magazine and was located almost directly opposite Morton’s — but now it’s a more subdued affair. His marquee, still only a block from Morton’s, was all grey carpet and grey walls, with an Audi R8 parked in front. James Blunt performed, with Sir Elton at the piano. “We haven’t rehearsed this,” said Blunt, whom I’ve always found strangely annoying. “And we’ve got a new keyboard player. I hope he’s good, because he’s pretty damned expensive.”

 

Then Sir Elton and Blunt performed a duet of Tiny Dancer . Guests at the dinner included Victoria Beckham (one of the items at the auction included a private lesson with David), Sheryl Crow and Simon Cowell. Two bidders agreed to pay $250,000 for the top prize: “Sir Elton John’s 60th Birthday Celebration Weekend”, which included two tickets to Sir Elton’s private 60th birthday party in New York, two tickets to his sold-out concert in Madison Square Garden, airfares and hotel rooms. In spite of the good cause, however, Sir Elton’s party felt a little dull — something that a friend of mine confirmed when I turned up at the Vanity Fair party. “As Graydon Carton said, it’s all about who you don’t invite,” said my friend. I asked who those people were. “Go to the Elton party,” came the reply.

 

I was feeling slightly guilty about this exchange (and indulging in a second sirloin burger) when I glanced across the room and saw a large, be-spectacled presence making his way towards me. Could it be? Was it? Yes, it was Sir Elton! He’d left his own Aids benefit to spend the rest of the Oscars night at the Vanity Fair party. I went over to ask him about this, but soon found myself in a line of fans, including the small blonde comedian next to me, David Spade. Before I could get a word in, Sir Elton spotted Spade and hugged him, then began to pat his head, as if he were a poodle. I decided against any further inquiries. It was time to leave. I made my way out, passing Martin Scorsese and the Queen — aka Helen Mirren — coming in the other direction. They looked as though they wouldn’t be heading back home for some time.

 

Quotes of the night

 

People all over the world, we need to solve the climate crisis. It’s not a political issue. It’s a moral issue.

Al Gore, whose film An Inconvenient Truth won Best Documentary

 

I asked my kids: “What should I say?” They said: “Thank all the men for wearing penguin suits.”

George Miller, director of the Best Animated Film, Happy Feet

 

Oh my God. I have to just take this moment in. I cannot believe this. Look what God can do.

Jennifer Hudson, Best Supporting Actress in Dreamgirls

 

If there weren’t blacks, Jews and gays, there would be no Oscars. Or anyone named Oscar, when you think about that.

Host Ellen DeGeneres

 

http://entertainment.timesonline.co.uk/tol/arts_and_entertainment/film/oscars/article1442406.ece

Paltrow: Parenthood is "amazing"

 

Although Gwyneth Paltrow is keen to get back into acting it seems that she'll be looking back fondly to her days as a full-time mother.

 

Speaking yesterday to talkshow host Oprah Winfrey, the Oscar-winning actress said that being a housewife is "amazing".

 

Paltrow married the Coldplay singer Chris Martin in 2003 and the pair have two children together, Apple, three, and ten-month-old Moses.

 

"I've been at home being a housewife, which is amazing and I've loved every second of it," she said.

 

"It's 24-hours-a-day, seven-days-a-week and they want you present and real and connected and there - but it's been the best three years of my life."

 

When asked if she was looking forward to returning to work she said: "I'm really looking forward to it as an artist and as somebody who that part of me has been dormant for a long time."

 

Cinemagoers are set to see Paltrow back on screens towards the end of this year. Projects in the pipeline for the Shakespeare in Love actress include Dirty Tricks also starring Brad Pitt and Meryl Streep and Iron Man, in which she will appear alongside Robert Downey Jr.

 

http://www.manchester.com/Entertainment_News/Paltrow:_Parenthood_is_%22amazing%22-18073585.html

Thanks for posting the articles. :)

 

You know - and I'm sure you do - Hollywood really is the strangest place ever. :rolleyes:

 

 

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Gwyneth Paltrow Prefers Being A Housewife.

 

 

Gwyneth Paltrow Prefers Being A Housewife.... Oscar-winner Gwyneth Paltrow prefers being a wife and mother and insists her work at home has been just as fulfilling as her successful acting career.

 

The Shakespeare In Love star took three years off after having her children Apple, two, and Moses, 10 months.

 

Paltrow appeared on the Oprah Winfrey Show on Monday (26Feb07), saying she was eager to return to acting.

 

She explained, "I'm really looking forward to it as an artist and as somebody who that part of me has been dormant for a long time.

 

"I've been at home being a housewife, which is amazing and I've loved every second of it."

 

The star, who is married to Coldplay singer Chris Martin, claimed being a wife and mother is "definitely the hardest job".

 

She added, "It's 24 hours a day, seven days a week and they want you present and real and connected and there, but it's been the best three years of my life."

 

http://www.femalefirst.co.uk/entertainment/Gwyneth+Paltrow+Prefers+Being+A+Housewife.-30992.html

Gwyneth Paltrow heads to the gym in Los Angeles, Feb 26, 2007

 

She loks nice. :)

Gwyneth, Moses ,nanny and Cate Capshaw

Thanks and credit to Filipanula at Visions

credit and thanks to Pichichi @TFS

 

 

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Great pics, she looks really pretty. :)

Lovely pics! Thanks for posting!!!:)

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aaaawwww!!!!!!!

She looks nice. :)

It's funny to go back and read the first few posts of this thread!!

The kids are gorgeous! Thanks for the pics!!!:)

more pics.

 

thank you very much for the pics ;)

aaaawwww she is adorable

So cute! Apple and her dolly, taking a sip of Kate Capshaw's drink.

Moses is so adorable. He reminds me of Linus from Peanuts.

Their kids are so cute. :)