You have part custody and an adored child . . . so . . . where’s a big gent with big money spend a small weekend with his small kid? Not that you asked — but because I am a truly wonderful human being I will tell you:
Tom Cruise flew his private plane to White Sulphur Springs, W. Va. He and Suri checked into the Greenbrier, where celebs like Travolta hide now and again. Cruise took a private cottage on the grounds near the main property.
They were friendly. No hiding. They hit the main building’s ice-cream shop. But no meals in the dining room. No takeout. No room service. Tom loves to cook. So he cooked.
It was Top Gun meets Mario Batali.
Odds & ends
Lest someone forget his show won wall-to-wall Tonys, Harvey Fierstein’s lapel buttonhole sports a red plastic kinky boot . . . Told he’ll be missed, Bloomberg’s answer? “Please, you’ll forget me in a month”. . . Tania Grossinger’s “Memoir of an Independent Woman: An Unconventional Life Well Lived” squeezes juice like Betty Friedan’s mom somehow got fired when some chick wouldn’t cluck with Hugh Hefner.
Whispers I hear
They’re burbling Oprah could nail an acting Oscar for soon-due “The Butler” movie. Might be the same folks who swore Tom Hanks would grab a Tony . . . Be it known B’way producer Freddie Gershon sent $2,500 to Sandy’s Hurricane fund plus another check to dressmaker/alterationist Maria Ambrosini, whose house was wrecked by the storm.
‘Bling’ party fashionable
“The Bling Ring,” about teens burglarizing LA homes, premiered at the Paris.
“This film took two years,” said director Sofia Coppola. “Having read how this gang broke into homes like Paris Hilton’s and stole valuables, I thought it’s a great movie. None worked on this, but they all want to see it. One’s in jail.”
What if blingless Sofia had stuff and it happened to her? “I don’t know. Maybe I’d put it all in a safe.”
Sofia wore Vuitton. “It isn’t borrowed. It’s mine. I own it. My friend works there.” OK by me, Vuitton sponsored the evening.
The heavens began to dribble. While fotogs snapped the new thinthinthin “in” blond Taylor Schilling, whose thinthinthin beige dress was a sleeve’s width, publicist Melanie Blum schlepped around hunting umbrellas.
Castmember Taissa Farmiga: “I began acting two years ago when my sister Vera stuck me in her movie. I was terrified I’d disappoint her. Now she’s so proud. With work schedules she couldn’t be here, but I’ll phone right after.
“I’ve seen this movie four times. First time was ‘Whoaa!’ I was nervous. Second time, OK. Third, I relaxed. Fourth, hey I don’t look really bad. And now, if I do, I don’t worry because makeup people can fix you.”
Out of the mouths
In rehab, Lindsay Lohan is now requesting a typewriter. Why? She think she’s Charlotte Dickens? . . . Designer Anna Sui: “Orange is the new black.” What-ever-the-hell that means . . . A hot downtown party — where wild-haired Steven Tyler’s lady looked exactly like Steven Tyler — was full of models named Nook, Nuk, Woof, Fook. One ID’d herself as “I’m Mook.” Asked her last name, she snapped: “Why? You think maybe there’s another Mook?!”
Plain plane
Tom Brokaw: “Air Force One’s not so terrific. Press quarters in Nixon’s day were cramped in back and we got little attention. The 747’s more comfortable. Still, it’s White House mess food. OK, but not four-star quality.”
A Campaigner hit Chelsea homes to leave Christine Quinn literature. Cranky tenants wondered how this worker wormed into the building. Answer? She rang doorbells until someone, anyone, buzzed her in.
Only in New York, kids, only in New York.