Jan. 2, 2007 Daily News small blurb: Hugh Jackman (pushing a baby stroller and accompanied by wife Deborra-Lee Furness) checked out designer duds in the Soho Paul Smith store.

pattyliny, "Designer Duds"!

They must be for Ava.

Thanks, Nancy B

No idea what they were up to.
http://www.paulsmith.co.uk/

Does this man live a duplicate life?

Have seen that he was last seen in the Caribbean and now in SoHo? Where the heck is he?

You know, maybe he did use Angier's machine to duplicate himself and found out that this running around buisness can get tiresome.

There ya go Barb, an answer to your Hugh-never-staying-still problem.

Stef

Cute sighting story came through on Google. I never tire of hearing stories of what a good guy Hugh is.
http://andiamnotlyingforreal.blogspot.com/2007/01/hugh-jackman-at-whitney.html

Kelly, That is a great story.

Daddy Hugh can take care of everything. They are a real family.

Thanks, Nancy B

If I may repeat what I said over on the Carribean thread....What a wonderful daddy...

For some reason my computer is not letting me read the entire article Would someone post it for me?

Thanks and C-NS!
Stace

there you go, Stace!

quote:

Hugh Jackman at the Whitney

The Whitney's elevator beeped and we all shuffled off on the Picasso floor -- at the entrance to the Picasso and American Art show. Some guy, buried in the crowd, was standing there reading the entire text of the show's intro, aloud.

There's always somebody trying to read something too loud at every art show.

Except this time, it was a little different. The guy reading aloud was Hugh Jackman, reading to his kids, and I am not lying.

It took me a second to grasp it. The cool thing is, nobody was looking at him or Deborah-Lee or paying them much of any mind at all. Suffice it to say that at least one of his kids was not the least bit into Picasso, much more excited about sprinting around the gallery. When he got scooped up and asked to behave, he complained, loudly.

I thought about offering Hugh Jackman a plastic bag and sharing my disciplinary tip with him, but thought better of it. They moved ahead in the gallery.

You know you'll be at an art gallery and off in another room someone's kid will be hollering all loud and you'll think "PLEASE. Would somebody just break out the narcotic lollipop already?"

This time I caught myself thinking "Dag, Hugh Jackman. Get on this, please." But you know what? He did. He scooped the little screamer up and they went off into the stairwell for a bit of quiet time, and it totally worked. They had nannies, friends, etc with them, and he could have passed that task off to someone else. But he didn't.

I have no idea why that makes me like the guy, but it did. One of the world's biggest movie stars was frazzled by his squirrelly toddler and dealing with it with good cheer.

At one point, I was checking out a Kiki Smith piece and I turned to walk away and nearly bumped into him. Our eyes caught each others' for a second -- his said "Come on, man. Please be cool here -- we're just trying to have a nice time."

We nearly collided again, in the lobby, on the way out. Jus ton the same cycle in the gallery, I guess. He had his toddler high over his head, looking up and laughing at her ... and his fly was very, definitely all the way down.

"Mister Jackman," I mumbled quietly, almost in his ear. "Your fly is down." He looked nervous for a second, seeing a stranger that close, then looked down to confirm my statement and broke into a huge grin, saying "****, thank you!!"

The whole afternoon my camera had been itching. If I had a photo for this post, it would have been a shoo-in for Gawker, TMZ, other celebri-tainment sites. I'd have gotten apeloads of visitors, maybe gotten a bump in actual readers, too. And you couldn't have blamed me. Maybe.

But something about the guy being so normal, affable, and that nervous look whenever I almost bumped into him a few times ... I couldn't bring myself to do it. So yeah, I'm doing the right thing here and preserving a privacy that he is sort of choosing to give away by being a public figure in the first place. And as usual, the high road doesn't carry a lot of rewards. But I feel good.

Now though, now that I've taken the high road and written a whole blog post about myself and what a great guy I am ... what does THAT mean, exactly?

***

Agree on the thing he is a wonderful Dad, doing everything for his kids and I always enjoy to read such things because they just confirm again and again what we think of him.


But...Let's not talk about the fly
oh and the **** is not the word with f, but with s

Here ya go, Stayce:

*******

Hugh Jackman at the Whitney
The Whitney's elevator beeped and we all shuffled off on the Picasso floor -- at the entrance to the Picasso and American Art show. Some guy, buried in the crowd, was standing there reading the entire text of the show's intro, aloud.

There's always somebody trying to read something too loud at every art show.

Except this time, it was a little different. The guy reading aloud was Hugh Jackman, reading to his kids, and I am not lying.

It took me a second to grasp it. The cool thing is, nobody was looking at him or Deborah-Lee or paying them much of any mind at all. Suffice it to say that at least one of his kids was not the least bit into Picasso, much more excited about sprinting around the gallery. When he got scooped up and asked to behave, he complained, loudly.

I thought about offering Hugh Jackman a plastic bag and sharing my disciplinary tip with him, but thought better of it. They moved ahead in the gallery.

You know you'll be at an art gallery and off in another room someone's kid will be hollering all loud and you'll think "PLEASE. Would somebody just break out the narcotic lollipop already?"

This time I caught myself thinking "Dag, Hugh Jackman. Get on this, please." But you know what? He did. He scooped the little screamer up and they went off into the stairwell for a bit of quiet time, and it totally worked. They had nannies, friends, etc with them, and he could have passed that task off to someone else. But he didn't.

I have no idea why that makes me like the guy, but it did. One of the world's biggest movie stars was frazzled by his squirrelly toddler and dealing with it with good cheer.

At one point, I was checking out a Kiki Smith piece and I turned to walk away and nearly bumped into him. Our eyes caught each others' for a second -- his said "Come on, man. Please be cool here -- we're just trying to have a nice time."

We nearly collided again, in the lobby, on the way out. Jus ton the same cycle in the gallery, I guess. He had his toddler high over his head, looking up and laughing at her ... and his fly was very, definitely all the way down.

"Mister Jackman," I mumbled quietly, almost in his ear. "Your fly is down." He looked nervous for a second, seeing a stranger that close, then looked down to confirm my statement and broke into a huge grin, saying "Shyt, thank you!!"

The whole afternoon my camera had been itching. If I had a photo for this post, it would have been a shoo-in for Gawker, TMZ, other celebri-tainment sites. I'd have gotten apeloads of visitors, maybe gotten a bump in actual readers, too. And you couldn't have blamed me. Maybe.

But something about the guy being so normal, affable, and that nervous look whenever I almost bumped into him a few times ... I couldn't bring myself to do it. So yeah, I'm doing the right thing here and preserving a privacy that he is sort of choosing to give away by being a public figure in the first place. And as usual, the high road doesn't carry a lot of rewards. But I feel good.

Now though, now that I've taken the high road and written a whole blog post about myself and what a great guy I am ... what does THAT mean, exactly?

**********

That was cute of the blogger to do that. Kudos to Hugh for handling Oscar his own self.

I wonder why Oscar squirmed at being in the museum. I thought he was way into Picasso; didn't he dress as the artist for Halloween?

Ellen

What a fun story! He sure does seem like a terrific dad. He talks it a lot and it's nice when it's confirmed that he actually walks it. I love the way the guy describes the fly part... "very, definitely all the way down." LOL!

Jennifer

I would never think this was true except the Shyt etc!!!Love the man!!

quote:

Originally posted by mamaleh:
I wonder why Oscar squirmed at being in the museum. I thought he was way into Picasso; didn't he dress as the artist for Halloween?

Ellen

I'd hardly describe Oscar as a 'toddler' anymore. Maybe it was Ava, and the blogger just got the sex wrong? She could've been dressed so that it was hard to tell...
A possibility?

Kudos to the blogger, though, for allowing them to enjoy the outing like 'regular folk'.

S.

About the Aussie pronunciation of the word for excrement: On an old episode of an Australian talk show, "The Panel," Hugh pronounces it as we do, with a short "i." Yet from the blogger's spelling, it would seem as though Hugh used what I would term the British pronunciation. Now I'm wondering which is the generally accepted one.

And what about the blogger's phrase, "Dag, Hugh Jackman." Did he really mean to type the Aussie synonym for good-natured goofball? Or did he mean something like "Dang"? I'd wager the latter.

Ellen

quote:

The Jackmans were spotted at "The Drowsy Chaperone" last weekend.
Pepper

Hugh at the Theatre

quote:

Originally posted by ma_sue2004:

quote:

Originally posted by mamaleh:
I wonder why Oscar squirmed at being in the museum. I thought he was way into Picasso; didn't he dress as the artist for Halloween?

Ellen

I'd hardly describe Oscar as a 'toddler' anymore. Maybe it was Ava, and the blogger just got the sex wrong? She could've been dressed so that it was hard to tell...
A possibility?

Kudos to the blogger, though, for allowing them to enjoy the outing like 'regular folk'.

S.

It was Ava he was describing as a toddler, who he put on his shoulders. It was Oscar (at the beginning of the story) who was acting up. Read the story again--it kind of confused me at first too.

Nancy

quote:

Originally posted by mamaleh:
About the Aussie pronunciation of the word for excrement: On an old episode of an Australian talk show, "The Panel," Hugh pronounces it as we do, with a short "i." Yet from the blogger's spelling, it would seem as though Hugh used what I would term the British pronunciation. Now I'm wondering which is the generally accepted one.

And what about the blogger's phrase, "Dag, Hugh Jackman." Did he really mean to type the Aussie synonym for good-natured goofball? Or did he mean something like "Dang"? I'd wager the latter.

Ellen

Ellen,
I think Tracy just typed "Shyt" so it would not show up as ****. If you go to the original link, the blogger wrote s h i t. And as far as the "dag" goes, I think that was just short for "Dag Nabbit."

Nancy

Thanks for posting the whole story for me guys! Much appreciated.

Have I mentioned lately how much I admire that man?

Stace

quote:

I wonder why Oscar squirmed at being in the museum. I thought he was way into Picasso;

LOL! It took me decades before I could appreciate Picasso and modern art. Maybe Oscar didn't like how some of Picasso's ladies looked like

Thanks for sharing all the recent vignettes on Hugh as a New Yorker - shopping at SoHo ( designer duds - must be the influence of Men's Vogue ), visiting the Whitney, and seeing a Broadway musical ( I thought Drowsy Chaperone was one of the funniest I have ever seen onstage - I guess it means I am really a musical theatre geek ).

Jo

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