The setting was a packed Bowery Ballroom. Both Gallagher brothers were in the audience (Oasis was playing a few gigs at Roseland that week). The audience was PUMPED. And then towards the end of the set Chris Martin sang “In My Place.” The room was pitch black, except for one lone spotlight on Chris, who seemed to be singing to the folks in the balcony.
Then someone standing next to me motioned to the balcony, where future wife Gwyneth Paltrow was sitting, and we all realized that by some happenstance she was ALSO illuminated by the light — so basically the only two people in the entire venue that had lights on them were Chris and Gwyneth. It was a little awwwkkwaaarrrddd… it seemed like Chris was singing directly to her.
Well little did I remember, apparently I had snapped a photo while all this was happening. Here’s a never before seen picture of Gwyneth Paltrow swaying her hands to sound of Chris Martin singing circa 2002:
Why I never posted this photo I have NO IDEA, but I’m so glad I found it. It also calls into question the fact that on Wikipedia it says Gwynie met Chris in October of 2002, when she was at the show in August 2002. Who knows, maybe she didn’t actually get to meet him that night…but we all know what happened!
If you’ve recently been perusing Curbed.com, you may have seen an item about some a blog post about a 2008 job done by hotter than hot interior design team Roman & Williams for “an actress, her musician husband, and their children.” Doesn’t take a genius to figure out that it’s none other than Coldplay’s Chris Martin and actress Gwyneth Paltrow. Although the original post has since been removed, thanks to the internetz the pictures remain!
And if there was any doubt that this home was in fact the residence of Mr. and Mrs. Martin, egle-eyed readers will recognize the kitchen as the “set” of Gwynie’s most recent photo shoot with Mario Testino for the August 2010 issue of Vogue to promote her new…cookbook. Oh yeah…
The decor is aggressively pastel-y and soft. Not sure if I would choose to live in this kind of space — but for the Martins it might be a nice change from the decor of some of their other, full-time homes in England.
Although Gwyneth reportedly refused to speak to the NY Times while the reporter, Bob Morris, was writing the article–with her publicist Stephen Huvane stating that it would be “’premature’ to discuss her lifestyle ventures,” for the purpose of the piece, it seems as though Gwynie has decided to peel back some of her silence about her internet project.
Speaking to People at a benefit in NYC for Bent On Learning, Gwyneth said, “I think the people who are criticizing it or criticizing the idea of it, don’t really get it, because if they did, they would like it.”
Paltrow went on to defend the validity of her website by commenting, “My friends call me all the time to say, ‘Where should I go?’ or ‘What should I do?’ And I thought, you know maybe some other people would be interested in it as well, so I started it, and it’s doing great.”
Oh if I had a dime for every time I heard someone say that…
What do you think of GP’s site, Goop.com? A waste of digital space, or a valuable new source of information?
…don’t ever make me watch the Jonas Brothers perform with Stevie Wonder ever again. It’s just too painful.
…watching a uber pregnant M.I.A. perform alongside T.I., Jay-Z, and Lil’ Wayne, was awesome. She is possibly the coolest woman in music EVER.
…make all of Coldplay wear the same purple outfits that Will Champion was wearing.
…keep giving Jennifer Hudson awards for her amazing singing, but make it a stipulation that she’s not allowed to wear outfits that cover her face anymore. (Luckily her makeup was gorgeous.)
…Katy Perry should not be allowed to perform anywhere, let alone as Chiquita Banana.
…Alison Krauss and Robert Plant doing “Rich Woman” = fantastic. It kinda was like this:
…don’t ever allow Gwyneth Paltrow to present again dressed up as a gold disco ball. Especially when she’s wearing some throwaway shiny tights from some high school cheerleader conference. Especially when she’s salivating over Radiohead. (Are you trying to make her British-obsessed lady boner explode? Granted, it’s hard to say who was more excited, her or her Radiohead-worshiping husband.)
So the Coldplay show… Gallaghers aside, it was amazing. I keep singing “The Scientist” over and over in my head (ok- that and the Nelly song, because IT’S GETTING HOT IN HERE, SO TAKE OFF ALL YOUR CLOTHES).
Chris made 3 wardrobe changes… he was wearing the Chairman Mao jacket, then the Make Trade Free black tee, then he came out in the white long-sleeved polo. His hair looked hot. Chris was on fire, baby. I was hardly watching anything else but Mr. Chris Martin.
Jonny played the harmonica during “Don’t Panic,” yay!
We all held the vomit when they decided to do a Romeo and Juliet thing for Chris and Gwyneth during.. uh… what song was that? It was just so so fantastic. Wish you could have been there.
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