Gwyn and Chris were told the baby was going to be a girl long before her birth — hence Apple. A boy would have been called Bruce, after Gwyn’s late father. They’d planned to have the baby at home, but the midwife said no. It’s just as well because of Gwyn’s long and difficult labor, which one hopes but isn’t really sure was made easier by Chris’ favorite Icelandic band, Sigur Ros, who played throughout the ordeal. Before Gwyneth left the hospital, gifts for the new little bundle from heaven arrived every day. One of the first was a $3,000, navy blue Silver Cross Balmoral baby carriage from Ellen DeGeneres. Gwyn is not giving up her career completely and has formed her own production company with Alison Owen, who produced her last two films and is hoping to find and produce new ones for Gwyn to star in.
Hamburgers and High Society: Have Dixon Boardman, the blue-blooded banker, and his beautiful wife, the former Princess Arianna von Hohenlohe, broken with tradition? Have they dropped stuffy menus? Are caviar and foie gras démodée? Are lobster and game birds out of business? Will this herald a new trend revolutionary enough to rattle gourmets and puzzled palates everywhere? Are all these questions tongue-in-cheek?
Of course they are. They’re simply my way of saying that hamburgers — complete with buns, if you please — served with sliced tomatoes, onions, pickles, mustard, ketchup and mayonnaise, were the main course at the Boardman’s big dinner at The Four Seasons for about 70, 80 — or maybe even 90 — of their most intimate friends. Everyone was tickled at the novel idea and couldn’t wait to have at it. Even the Brits seemed thrilled, although some of them delicately removed the top bun before dedicating themselves to the pink-perfect beef with knife and fork. None of that hand-to-mouth stuff for the “there will always be an England” group.