Pure smoke.
Encinitas, California, some thirty minutes north of San Diego and hugging the Pacific, is not used to much excitement. Residents enjoy waking up early, riding electric bikes down to VGs donuts for breakfast, or, if time allows, Pipes Café. Maybe going to drink a craft IPA at Union Kitchen after a little limbering yoga. A paddle at Beacons or Swamis might follow, swell dependent, before the sun is watched setting with many ooohs and aaahs about “the green flash.”
Simple folk, living simple lives and, thus, not prepared for the bombshell that exploded in their simple Vuori-swathed laps but a few weeks ago.
For, then, it was revealed that model/actress Emily Ratakjowski might just may be involved in a smoldering bit of amor with the world’s sexiest man, one Brad Pitt.
But a recent denial?
Per Page Six:
All the single ladies … now put your hands up!
Emily Ratajkowski clarified that she is still single amid rumors that she’s dating actor Brad Pitt.
The model, 31, discussed her split from Sebastian Bear-McClard in a Variety interview published Wednesday, saying she is learning to “let go.”
“I’m newly single for basically the first time in my life ever, and I just feel like I’m kind of enjoying the freedom of not being super worried about how I’m being perceived,” the “My Body” author told the outlet.
Any surfer who has ever tried to protect a favorite spot knows that is pure smoke.
Em Rat, as she is affectionately called here and as you certainly know, was born in England though raised in Encinitas, attending San Dieguito High School just down the street etc. The most famous Encinitan since Chris Cote doesn’t count since he lives in Leucadia.
Now, residents are freaking right out, stalking the Hamburger Hut with autograph books, not even looking at the sunset anymore as “Brad spotting” has replaced wearing hats as favorite hobby.
I just happened to see Emily at Seaside a few months back, as shopped for cleaning products, and also sat next to her at an intimate dinner up in Los Angeles. We chatted about North County and other glamorous things until some guy named Josh Tillman pulled out his guitar and started crooning. I thought he was a douche because he wore fussy cowboy boots and acted all affected and only later learned he was Father John Misty.
An evening to remember.