Christie Brinkley, 62, has a lot of things on her mind and her ex-boyfriend John Mellencamp probably isn’t one of them. Too bad that John is attracted to New York girls who have no interest in moving to Indiana, where he lives. He never felt comfortable in the Hamptons where Christie spends her time. (We’re pretty sure he has some “redneck” habits, too.) Anyway, this week Christie helped her youngest daughter Sailor, 18, pack up and move into her first apartment in Manhattan where she’ll be starting school as a freshman at Parsons School of Design. (Sailor already has a modeling contract too.) With all her children grown up and moved away, Christie is probably feeling emotional, but she put on a happy face for Instagram.
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why not call me?
She is mentally ill
It strikes me that she is probably super high maintenance. It would take a special man to put up with her and her vanity.
BEACHY, I sooooo agree with you.
And, I must add she has a great plastic surgeon. Just keep the Botox coming and no complaints.
Sailor is her spitting image (the fact that her daughter with Joel got none of her mother’s looks created a sea of angst and drama).
Christie looks great for 62–but imagine our surprise when a friend showed a dental implants brochure in which Christie is the star endorser of the products and procedure. Presumably she got a free set of choppers in exchange–a decent deal, as implants are astonishingly pricey.
Christie is just such a pathetic attention seeker. Mellencamp no doubt was fed up with her endless posing for the paparazzi amd her high maintenance ways. No wonder he ditched her after less than 10 months where they didn’t even spend a lot of time together. He HATES the Hamptons.she lied about them painting together at her house. He only visited her home twice in those ten months. Note how he has kept quiet the past few weeks while she creates her own news every day.
She recently turned her garden house on a woman that she caught urinating outside her house–and THEN she called the cops.
Niiiiice.
Does Christie pack heat, perchance? ‘Cause I’m pretty sure there would have been an even more unfortunate outcome, if the urinator had been dropping a deuce.
“garden hose,” that is.