Jennifer at home
Jennifer Aniston has spent over 2 years building her new Hollywood home.
It’s Balinese in inspiration and is called “Ohana” which means extended family.
Aniston described her Beverly Hills house, designed by Stephen Shadley, as being “like a big hug,” (Aaaah.) and then Shadley made the tactical error of mentioning that Ohana originally “had his-and-hers baths, but Aniston has turned the ‘his’ into a spa bath with a soaking tub.”
Aaaah. Again. Does that mean she’s given up on men, for good?
That snippet has been enough license for the whole blogosphere to sharpen their claws.
Here, with arrows courtesy of Jezebel, a guided tour of Jen’s “Cocoon of Despair.”
Welcome to my happy home.
The chairs, Jezebel says, represent the ex-boyfriends. This is the room where she throws her famous "pity parties" and the yoga she does to heal her perpetually broken heart.
A lonely bed
The goldfish are her friends
Poor thing.
I think she looks quite happy.
But it’s tough, in Hollywood, to escape the label you’ve been assigned.
No matter how many friends, no matter what a beautiful home she has built, no matter how she appears to have success, money, all the clothes and art her heart desires, no matter how excellent the restorative powers of Yoga – Jennifer is “Lonesome Girl” and until further notice, that is how it will stay.
That brand positioning can’t be lovely
For her or her management and PR.
The millionth reason to be grateful for obscurity?
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