You will be tickled to hear that Andre Agassi, whose every little lob evokes squeals and swoons on tennis courts throughout the land, reports his romance with Brooke Shields "is going just great." He adds, "Since Brooke is from Bergen County and grew up near Mahwah (N.J.), I expect her to be at the Pathmark Tennis Classic on July 16 to cheer me on." Even as Barbra Streisand did in tennis matches of yore? Yeah.
When Todd Martin, after his five-set victory over Agassi at Wimbledon, was accused by British reporters of being dull and boring, he zinged this one over the net: "I don't need a bunch of 13-year-olds screaming for me to prove I have a personality." But it's Agassi who got in the last word. "There needs to be more excitement in the game," says he. "I want women and men to cheer for me whether they're 13 or 70." That means you, Brooke. And Barbra too if she's in the nabe. Even if she isn't.
Vera Wang, who designs beautiful dresses for brides and hot movie stars, was at Alice Mason and Regine Traulsen's Southampton Moroccan party looking about 12 years old. While all about her traipsed the marble halls in trailing caftans, Vera wore a teeny white T-shirt and a teenier black skirt about four inches deep. She may not have been authentic, but she was appreciated.
Anne Johnson is all but healed from her broken hip -- look, everybody, no cane -- so she put on her little brown and white striped jacket, a matching camisole and the perfect pants to go with it, and, with her husband, Deane, decided to give a little dinner to celebrate at their adorable Southampton house, which has an adorable white picket fence on the outside and an adorable Cavalier King Charles spaniel on the inside. Le tout Southampton turned out to help the Johnsons rejoice -- Betty and Virgil Sherrill, Jamee and Peter Gregory, Amo Carhart, Toni and Chuck Peebler, Jane and Guilford Dudley of Nashville and Palm Beach, Carroll Petrie, Tom Guinzburg, Cathy and Alessandro di Montezemolo, Jessie and Rand Araskog, Jean Tailer, Lil and Stephane Groueff, Jill Blanchard, like that. It was one of those nights when you could have used a ceiling fan -- so the Johnsons used one. Outside the fog was so thick you needed a seeing eye dog to make your way. Inside, a good time was had by all.