We Need to Talk About George
I know you've seen it all a million times, and I usually don't venture off into the deep and uncharted waters of celebrity gossip often (beware...there be dragons), but it's Saturday, so whatever.
I was actually in Venice the weekend of The Clooney Nuptials, although I was not so lucky as to catch a glimpse. I have it on good authority however (from the waiter who served me my pasta al Nero on Sunday night, and why would he lie) that there was a huge effort that went into the whole affair. Buildings draped in black cloth to keep out the paparazzi, extra polizia brought in to block-off a radius around the various venues tantamount to the distance one would expect to keep themselves safe from a nuclear blast, and so on. I saw none of it.
However. There is the rather large matter of the astronomical chicness at play here that we simply must acknowledge. The Clooney himself was impeccable, and Ms. Alamuddin-Clooney was just a few hemlines away from perfection. And who does her hair!? How is it always so perfect!? I have thick hair too, and I am dying to find a way to make it look like that ALL THE TIME. Girl, throw us mere mortals a bone. Sheesh.
Anyway. Here's a quick photo essay of The Clooney Nuptials, with (minimal...you're welcome) commentary.
Photo Credits: Us Magazine, TM Magazine, Telegraph, People