I know, PonyShow. I know.

But a bit of upsetting news, from Janelle Brown reporting on December 3 for the Times. Do you see that first paragraph point? Rachel, don't be surrounding yourself with twatty Euroglam with their Sobranies (the new Gauloises)! This is not "Mad Men!" You are not supposed to be around cigarette or cigar smoke or any kind of smoke blown around the Chateau whilst pregnant! LA does not tolerate cigarettes as kindly as New York does; the only people who smoke in LA are 15- to 17-year-olds who hold them like, speaking of "Mad Men," Betty Draper, and don't actually inhale, like the true tortured souls would:


I don't know - not much I feel like discussing at the moment. I hope Rachel is getting the assistance she needs because that Green Hornet film is coming out soon and Cameron Diaz is in it and Zoe's going to need help styling her for the ten thousand premieres Diaz will have to attend. Anything to recreate this:

Last-minute Oscar find. Outrageous and Oscar (de la Renta), of course. Speaking of: last Saturday, I spent my afternoon walking around Floor 3 of Saks Fifth Avenue, ultimately finding myself seated in the Oscar de la Renta nook watching the Spring 2011 fashion show projected on the adjacent wall and talking myself out of trying on an Herve Leger micromini. I'll save that for my birthday and for when I'm 5 to 7 pounds thinner for Operation Look Bangin' At LA Christmas Parties. I have to have something to strive towards!

Rodger's Beard - And No, We Don't Mean Rachel.

It makes perfect sense that Rachel Zoe, the petite monarch of styling and clothes, would be married to a gay man. I don't think she could love someone who doesn't share her flamboyance. This is why I was so bored by Rodge trying to defend his alleged heterosexuality during Season Three of TRZP (naturally by watching football and drinking beer with da boyz). Come on, Rodge, we know you'd much rather be here:

Here are some more fun pictures of Rodger and his scarves, or ones where his hair looks particularly enchanted:




(God, just look at that mid-stride shot above - so precise, nearly choreographed. Amazing.)

Now that Rodger has gotten a girl pregnant, though, he needs to have a beard. And not just some scruff or a five o'clock shadow, no. A full-frontal, Brad Pitt-meets-Paul Bunyan-meets Joaquin Phoenix, scraggly, kinda graying, man beard. So Rodger brought his beard out to brunch on November 28 at Toast on 3rd Street, where he wore his cop glasses to look "tough" and Rach drank tea and water - I mean, what else do you need to consume when you're expecting?

Mmm, still too much of a tranny heel to tell if she has gained ANY sort of mass, ie evidence of there being another human being inside of her. Zoe's buttons on her sweater are undone, though, if you look closely - mayhaps to emphasize the sweater draping to either side of a baby bump?! (Probably just because it's LA and actually 85 degrees in this picture.)

Behold - ROUNDNESS. KIND OF. It could just be the shape of the coat or it could just be the shape of a baby!

"Hand on Baby Bump" - the 21st-century "Madonna and Child."

I just wanted to show off her ring. This baby will spend most of its childhood in furs and in stores. What could be better.

If only I could find out exactly how pregnant our Zoe is, then I could guestimate better between clothing bumps and baby bumps. I happened to meet someone on Halloween who works for Brad, but she was short with me (dressed as Zoe) and my Brad, so I'll just wait for Us Weekly to divulge on one of their magazine covers. One thing I have learned from being an Angeleno is that most of what you read in gossip rags is really true. Really.

I wonder if Rachel was pregnant when she filmed that falling/chocolate scene in Gossip Girl?

xoxo