Brad Pitt and Ines de Ramon made a stylish red carpet debut at an event. While some online users have expressed happiness for the duo, others have posted comments riddled with lookalike theories and speculations.
Stealing the spotlight at the Venice International Film Festival, Hollywood couple Brad Pitt and Ines de Ramon made a striking red carpet debut in Italy on September 1. Their appearance has prompted a wave of mixed reactions from netizens who have seen the online photos of the duo, with some comparing Ines to a certain someone from Brad’s past.
For the prestigious event, which they attended for the premiere of Brad’s new movie *Wolfs*, Ines and Brad went for a black-and-white theme. Ines wore a chic, white, one-shoulder bodycon dress. She matched it with metallic heels and elegant, dangling earrings.
Ines’ beau looked dashing in an all-black outfit, including a double-breasted tuxedo jacket, flared pants, and a black t-shirt.
Throughout the evening, Brad and Ines shared several romantic moments, embracing each other and exchanging affectionate glances.
At one point, the evening turned into a bit of a double date when Brad and Ines were joined by the famous couple George and Amal Clooney. George was also at the Venice Film Festival for the premiere of “Wolfs,” in which he co-stars with Brad.
Amal looked stunning in a ruffled, sleeveless, pastel-yellow gown, while George matched her elegance in a classic black tuxedo.
Brad also posed for solo photos with his co-stars Amy Ryan and Austin Abrams. Reports mention that Brad and his girlfriend, Ines, attended the Venice Film Festival just two days after Brad’s ex-wife, Angelina Jolie, was seen at the event for the premiere of her new movie, *Maria*.
When photos of Brad Pitt and Ines de Ramon at the Venice Film Festival appeared online, social media users quickly shared their thoughts. Many were excited to see them together, praising Ines for her beauty and wishing the couple well.
One fan on Facebook wrote, “Good for him. He moved on. So should [you’s],” while another commented, “She is extremely beautiful.” Someone else wished Brad luck, saying, “Good Luck Brad Pitt. Hopefully she’s a Keeper.”
However, not everyone was positive. Some people criticized the relationship or questioned if it was just for publicity. One user wrote, “Shame on him,” and another asked, “Wonder if this is just for publicity?”
Additionally, some users compared Ines to famous women from Brad’s past. One person even noted, “She resembles [Meghan Markle].”
One Facebook user commented, “This young woman is not as pretty as Jennifer Aniston. I hope he learned something after his past relationships, but men usually don’t. Good luck to his new girlfriend. The only good thing is that he is older.”
Adding to the comparisons, one observer wrote, “LMAO can see Angelina’s face.” Another commented, “Jolie is much more attractive,” and someone else added, “She isn’t Jolie.”
While some people may be disappointed that Ines doesn’t look like Brad’s ex-wife, Angelina Jolie, it’s clear that Brad is very happy with her. According to a source, the couple had a wonderful summer before the Venice Film Festival.
The source mentioned that Brad has been working in Europe, which allowed them to spend a lot of time together there. The source said, “Brad is serious about Ines. He’s really happy and enjoys being with her. She’s easygoing, and everyone likes her.”
Brad and Ines first became linked in November 2022 when they were seen at a Bono concert. Soon after, they were also spotted at the premiere and afterparty for Brad’s movie “Babylon” in Los Angeles.
By July 2023, a source close to Brad and Ines said their relationship was still “going very strong.” The same source shared how much they enjoy being together.
In February 2024, another source revealed that Ines had moved into Brad’s home, although she still has her own place.
In July, Brad and Ines were seen at the British Grand Prix in Northampton, England. Before that, in May, they were spotted taking a peaceful morning walk on the beach in Santa Barbara, which got a lot of attention online.
The couple looked relaxed and comfortable at the event, dressing casually for the occasion. Some people online noticed that Ines seemed to have features similar to Brad’s famous exes, Angelina Jolie and Jennifer Aniston.
One person commented, “I can’t help but see a mix of both his ex-wives in her. It’s like combining Angelina and Jennifer into one.”
Another said, “She looks like a younger Angelina.” However, opinions varied. One Facebook user mentioned, “She doesn’t look like Angelina at all. She’s missing the cheekbones.”
While some focused on her resemblance to Brad’s exes, others praised Ines for her own unique beauty and the couple’s strong connection. “She looks beautiful just as herself. No need to compare her to Angie,” said a supportive comment on Facebook.
Fans have been discussing the deeper side of Brad and Ines’ relationship, appreciating how genuine Ines is. Some people commented, “Now he has someone who stands up for him,” and “Ines is the real deal. She’s not after money or fame. They seem to have a lot in common. I hope it works out!”
When they were spotted at the beach, they both wore white outfits, which added a touch of elegance to their casual stroll. Brad wore a white t-shirt with a loosely buttoned polo shirt and cream pants that suited the beach setting. He also had on orange sunglasses and was holding a drink, indicating a relaxed day.
Ines complemented Brad’s style with her own white flowy sundress that had a thigh-high slit. She finished her look with a sleeveless green puffer jacket and white sneakers.
This backdrop of personal changes for Ines mirrors Brad’s ongoing divorce saga, emphasizing how both are dealing with breakups in the public eye.
The Neighbor of My Grandparents Took Part of Their Land for a Driveway — His Hubris Ended Up Costing Him Thousands
Sometimes, the most satisfying re:ve:nge doesn’t involve intricate schemes or legal battles. It’s simply knowing where to park an old, beat-up F-150 and waiting for karma to do its thing.
Have you ever heard the saying that you shouldn’t mess with the elderly because they’ve experienced it all? My grandfather, Lionel, is a perfect example of that.
For more than 40 years, my grandparents have lived in the same charming hillside home.
It’s among those places where every corner holds a story: the old oak tree they planted when my mom was born, the wind chimes Grandpa crafted with his own hands, and the stone steps Grandma still sweeps every morning. They loved their quiet spot overlooking the valley. The only neighbor for years had been a vacant lot next door, which was steep and untouched.
It was like that until the day the machines came.
Grandma called me the afternoon it started.
“Sweetheart, there’s a bulldozer chewing into the hill. And part of it… it’s our land,” she said in a shaky yet controlled voice.
“Are you sure, Grandma?” I asked, picturing the property I’d visited countless summers growing up. “Maybe they’re just clearing near the line?”
“Nathan, I’ve walked that property line every day for forty years. I know where our markers are. They’re cutting right through our corner lot.”
I made an effort to calm her down. “Don’t worry, I’m sure it’s just a mistake. Have you told Grandpa?”
“He’s at his doctor’s appointment. I don’t want to bother him yet.”
“Okay, okay. Let me know what happens when he gets home,” I said, completely clueless about the drama that was about to unfold.
I thought it was probably just some contractor error that would be fixed with a quick conversation. Man, was I wrong. As they got home from errands that day, a scar had been carved across their yard. It was the beginning of a switchback driveway leading up to the neighboring lot.
The driveway clearly cut through the corner of their property.
Confused but calm, Grandpa walked down the hill to speak with the excavator operator. “Hey there,” he called, raising a hand. “Any chance you’ve got a plot map? That corner of the drive… it’s on our land.”
The guy looked down from the machine, sweat and dust streaking his face. “Ain’t mine to argue, sir. I’m just following orders. You’ll want to call the guy who owns the lot.”
He handed Grandpa a business card with a scribbled name and number.
That evening, Grandpa called.
“Hi, this is Lionel. You’re building next door to us on Westridge. I think there’s been a mistake. Your crew cut across our lot.”
A pause.
After that the man on the other end replied, “No mistake. We checked the satellite images.”
Grandpa frowned. “Sir, we’ve got our property pins marked. Your driveway’s at least ten feet onto our land.”
“Well, then sue me. I’m not changing it now. Too late.”
The man on the other end hung up. Grandpa stood in the kitchen with the phone still in his hand.
“He hung up on me,” he said quietly.
Grandma, ever the calm one, touched his arm. “It’s just land, Lionel. Let’s not start a war.”
However that’s not what this was. This wasn’t about land. It was about disrespect.
When weeks passed, the driveway got longer. Crews worked six days a week, and no one knocked on the door in order to apologize or offer something as compensation.
It looked like they didn’t even acknowledge Grandpa’s concern. “We raised kids here,” Grandma said to me one afternoon while I was visiting. “That slope’s where we planted the garden every summer. And now he’s driving over it like it means nothing… It’s… it’s heartbreaking.”
I felt my blood boil as tears streamed down her cheeks. “Grandma, this isn’t right. Have you guys talked to a lawyer?”
She shook her head. “Your grandfather doesn’t want the stress. Says at our age, peace is worth more than a few feet of dirt. And to be honest, I agree with him.”
Deep down, I disagreed with what Grandpa thought. I understood that legal battles are expensive, and could drag on for years, but my grandparents deserved better than that in their golden years.
Then one day, my friend’s dad, Patrick, stopped by while he was out walking his dog. He’d known my grandparents for years and lived down the street.
“You heard about the new guy?” Grandma asked as she offered him a glass of sweet tea.
Patrick nodded. “Yeah. I’ve seen the mess.”
Grandpa filled him in on the phone call, the dismissal, and the ongoing construction. “What a piece of work,” Patrick shook his head. “This is unacceptable… But don’t worry. Let me think about it. I believe I can find a solution.”
That night, Patrick had a couple of beers and called Grandpa.
“Lionel. I’ve got an idea. But it’s a little… unconventional.”
“Patrick, I’m listening.” Grandpa’s voice perked up with interest.
“Do you mind if I park my old pickup across that chunk of driveway? Entirely on your land, of course. I’ll leave a note, and I promise it won’t be anything illegal. All I wanna do is give that man a message and I’m sure this would do the trick!”
Grandpa chuckled. “You know what, Patrick? Go right ahead. It’s about time someone stood up to this b:ully.”
As he told Grandma about Patrick’s offer, she laughed for the first time in weeks. “My blessings are with Patrick and that rusty truck of his,” she said, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
Grandma called me the same night, whispering into the phone like she was plotting a bank heist. “Nathan, you won’t believe what Patrick’s going to do!”
She explained the plan. Then I couldn’t help but smile. “Don’t worry, Grandma. Everything will work out well. Guys like that neighbor always learn their lesson eventually.”
The next morning, a battered, rusty F-150 appeared across the driveway. It was parked neatly, squarely on the strip that crossed my grandparents’ land. A note on the windshield read, PRIVATE PROPERTY. TRESPASSERS WILL BE REPORTED.
By 8 a.m., the construction crew had arrived.
“What the hell is this?” one of the workers muttered, staring at the truck blocking their access.
As they called the number mentioned on the note, Patrick answered.
“Yeah, it’s my truck,” Patrick said confidently. “I’ve got permission to park there. You touch it, it’s theft. And by the way, I’ve called the police already to make sure it’s on record.”
The foreman sighed. “Well, we can’t carry two-by-sixes up this damn hill by hand. Let’s call the boss.”
An hour later, the new neighbor called Grandpa.
“Lionel! Move that damn truck or I’m calling a tow,” he barked into the phone.
“You go ahead and try,” Grandpa said, calm as ever. “You’re the one trespassing.”
“You’ll regret this, old man!”
Grandpa chuckled. “I already regret not charging you for an easement when you first started digging.”
The neighbor hung up again. Days passed, and the truck didn’t move. No construction happened, and rumors began floating through the neighborhood. People waved at Grandma like she’d done the best thing in the world. I drove up to visit that weekend and found Grandpa sitting on the porch, binoculars in hand, watching the idle construction site.
“Having fun?” I asked.
“More fun than I’ve had in years,” he replied with a grin. “Three different tow companies have come by. All of them left when Patrick showed them the property survey and explained the situation.”
Some days later, the neighbor called again.
“Fine,” he snapped. “What do you want?”
Grandpa didn’t hesitate. “An easement contract. Fair market value. In writing.”
“And the truck?”
“It’ll go the moment we have a signed agreement and a check.”
A week later, the papers were signed, and the check was cleared. Patrick immediately removed the truck when Grandpa gave him the green signal.
My grandparents used the money to finally fix their porch and donate to the local food bank.
Meanwhile, Patrick received three cases of beer and a thank-you card from my grandparents.
I visited the following month, and the new house was nearly finished. The neighbor avoided eye contact whenever my grandparents were outside.
“You know what the funny thing is?” Grandpa said as we stood outside the house. “If he’d just asked nicely in the first place, we probably would’ve let him use that corner for free.”
I smiled. “Some people have to learn respect the hard way.”
“And some learn it from a rusty old truck,” Grandma added with a wink.
That corner of land was not only dirt. It was forty years of memories and boundaries. And now, it was also the spot where my grandfather taught me that standing up for yourself doesn’t always need lawyers or shouting matches.
Sometimes, it just needs friends, patience, and knowing exactly where to park.
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