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My film, Goodnight and Good Luck is opening the New York film festival.
I'm already there, getting things ready for...Well I don't know what but it's clearly too important to trust an assistant to take care of. That or I just couldn't stand not meeting up with Rande Gerber (that's Cindy Crawford's husband for those of you keeping score) and shopping. Yes, shopping.
Apparently there are photos galore of us down on Madison Avenue doing just that. We happened to stop and have lunch with that Brad Pitt fellow, but I'm sure that had nothing to do with us being followed by hordes of desperate photographers, who wants a picture of him anyway.
That's all I've got for right now. Next time, a long discussion on why it's bad to have as many exes as I do.
I'm already there, getting things ready for...Well I don't know what but it's clearly too important to trust an assistant to take care of. That or I just couldn't stand not meeting up with Rande Gerber (that's Cindy Crawford's husband for those of you keeping score) and shopping. Yes, shopping.
Apparently there are photos galore of us down on Madison Avenue doing just that. We happened to stop and have lunch with that Brad Pitt fellow, but I'm sure that had nothing to do with us being followed by hordes of desperate photographers, who wants a picture of him anyway.
That's all I've got for right now. Next time, a long discussion on why it's bad to have as many exes as I do.