<![CDATA[Gawker: nicolae and elisabeta petrescu]]> http://tags.gawker.com/assets/base/img/thumbs140x140/gawker.com.png <![CDATA[Gawker: nicolae and elisabeta petrescu]]> http://gawker.com/tag/nicolaeandelisabetapetrescu http://gawker.com/tag/nicolaeandelisabetapetrescu <![CDATA['Radar' Wrong About Borat-y Derivation of Cat People, 'WSJ' Reveals]]> Anna Nicole Smith's death has left us all yearning for closure, and now, we find it the one place we still can: in the resolution of the Petrescu cat-couple fash week hoax mystery, which Radar had guessed was something to do with Sasha Baron Cohen character Bruno. As the Wall Street Journal online reports, Nicolae and Elisabeta Petrescu are figments of Trovata designer John Whitledge's fertile imagination. We know nothing wants us want to buy a high-end frock like a twenty-pound drugged tabby. Seriously!

Heard on the Runway
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Earlier: Gawker's Coverage of The Cat People

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<![CDATA[Is Elisabeta Petrescu Jordan Berkow?]]> For those following the tale of fashion week's cat-carrying, not-English-speaking, constantly party-going and definitely pranky Romanians, wouldn't you agree that actress Jordan Berkow looks stunningly like the woman being called "Elisabeta Petrescu"?

Jordan Berkow [IMDB]
The Petrescus and Their Cat Nanny To Explode In Midtown as Foretold by Psychic Painting [Gawker]

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<![CDATA[The Petrescus and Their Cat Nanny To Explode In Midtown as Foretold by Psychic Painting]]> petrescus and catRadar's already mildly called bullshit on Nicolae and Elisabeta Petrescu, the supposed brother and sister non-English-speaking Romanians who've haunted fashion week—and addressed the rumor that they're Borat-sequel-related. WWD's already called PETA on them. We bring the good news that this whole shebang is expected to reach some conceptual climax on Friday.

Last night, the duo and pussy-posse were deep in Paul Sevigny's Beatrice Inn. As is the case with everywhere they go, they brought a publicist and their cat, Leo, as well as the cat's nanny. But early in the evening, the cat found it too smoky and they had to go home. Pussy.

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