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There's more closeted veiled ruminations on the spanking-new marriage of erstwhile "whatever" boy Fabian Basabe, today coming from the Times. And, well, if the sage Boldface Names column is dropping clues, you know you best pay attention. But the fairy godmother of Boldface Names, Joyce Wadler, loves being as delightfully abstruse as possible, so we've taken the liberty of emphasising the important parts in today's column:

"I eloped," said Mr. Basabe, waggling a ringed finger [...]

Her family owns the luxury lingerie company La Perla, which must have come in handy on the honeymoon. Though since this was but nine days after the joyous event, and Mr. Basabe was with his pal CHRIS MILLER [...]

Where's the bride tonight, we asked Mr. Basabe.

"In Florida," Mr. Basabe said. "Probably with my mom."

("Probably?" Nine days and it's "probably"?)

Then it was to the show, where Mr. Basabe and Mr. Miller sat at their tiny table. Mr. Basabe had shrimp cocktail, but spent a lot of time dipping into his friend's calamari.

Uh-huh. And then there's that implicative headline, too.
So We're Talking Raft Over Troubled Water? [NYT]