Yolanda Hadid Splits From Fiance Joey Jingoli—so Will She Call It Quits With Their Opulent Texas Ranch, Too?
Supermodels Gigi and Bella Hadid's mother, , has reportedly split from her fiancé, Joey Jingoli, after a six-year relationship that saw the mother of three relocating from her longtime Pennsylvania farm to a sprawling ranch in Texas, where her partner was based.
According to People, Hadid, 61, and Jingoli, 65, quietly ended their three-year engagement back in January but kept the news of their breakup under wraps, with an insider telling the outlet that they 'remain friends.'
'They remain friends and have nothing but fond memories of their time together,' the source said.
The former 'Real Housewives of Beverly Hills' alum met the development company CEO back in 2017, when she relocated to Bucks County; however, they did not start dating until two years later.
Though they got engaged in 2022, Yolanda did not confirm the news about Joey's proposal until a 2024 interview with Architectural Digest, while she was showing off the sprawling Texas ranch she moved to in order to be closer to her then-partner.
Hadid, who is mother to supermodel sisters Gigi and Bella, as well as musician Anwar, opened the doors to the jaw-dropping property in a video tour for the outlet, opening up about how she fell in love with the Lone Star state after being introduced to it by her partner.
However, it remains to be seen whether the former model will remain in Texas in the wake of her split—or whether she will opt to take up permanent residence in her New Hope, PA, property once again, particularly given that her Pennsylvania dwelling boasts better proximity to New York, where both of her daughters have homes.
Hadid, who was born in the Netherlands, began splitting her time between Texas and Pennsylvania soon after she and Jingoli began dating, before relocating there officially when they began working on their incredible shared home.
In her video tour for AD, she revealed several of the impressive custom features that they added to the ranch, while also showcasing a stunning primary bedroom, which boasts a vaulted ceiling and a huge picture window where Hadid can catch water views from bed.
The suite also boasts a huge walk-in wardrobe, which Hadid described as her 'dream closet' and features glass-and-wood shelving that reaches from floor to ceiling. Noting that there are chairs in the closet, she told Architectural Digest, that the space 'is not just a closet where you have clothes. … It's where we … hang out.'
The primary bath is another extravagant set piece, with double vanities, a shared glassed-in shower, and a stone tub that she designed.
Another jaw-dropping feature is the 'bunk bedroom,' inspired by her granddaughter, Khai.
'I just wanted to make her something really cute,' she said of Gigi's daughter with ex Zayn Malik. The bunk beds ensure room for Khai's friends and possible future grandchildren.
In the powder room, one wall is covered in her model children's magazine covers.
In the kitchen, Yolanda revealed she wanted a big island, something 'where everybody could sit around.'
Other amazing details include accent walls made of recycled mushroom crates, and even a honey bar, which she said she installed in place of a more traditional cocktail setup.
'My partner Joey is 39 years sober. First I wanted to do a tequila bar, but that wouldn't be appropriate in our home,' she explained. 'So instead, I did a honey bar. I like to collect different honeys from wherever we travel.'
It's clear she must travel a lot because the collection reaches the ceiling. The jars with the letters HH on the label are the honey she's made at her farm in Pennsylvania where she keeps bees, she said.
Another eye-popping kitchen feature is the pantry, which again has storage for glass, cans, and baskets of every imaginable edible item.
Because the home is 'kind of isolated' and not like living in a big city, 'you kind of have to have everything at home,' she noted. 'I wanted it to be industrial yet colorful.'
The pantry doubles as her tornado room, which is made of cinder blocks.
Heading into the mud room, guests are greeted with shelving for hats, boots, and riding gear with rustic benches and shelving.
'I ride every day,' Hadid said. 'I wanted this room to be very stockyard-feeling.'
Details include a reclaimed church bench, and old bridles and saddles decorate the space as well.
Outside is her 'little slice of heaven,' a half-moon fire pit with seating that looks out to the lake below.
'My overall vision for this house was industrial, modern, enjoying life, put your boots up on the table and just enjoy this beautiful Texas,' she said.
The Dutch former model recalled the moment she was introduced to Fort Worth, TX, by Jingoli over six years ago and fell in love with the 'mecca' of 'cowboys and horses.'
'I love the culture,' she gushes. 'The people are extraordinary.'
After moving to the Lone Star State, Hadid then designed the home herself to bring her vision to mind. The entertainment area in moody black, with the fireplace, showcases her collection of crystals and old books from, Holland, France, and Sweden.
The former model also owns a farmhouse in the pricey Pennsylvania neighborhood of Bucks County, as well as a penthouse in L.A.—meaning that she could make one of them her primary abode due to their split.
Just before meeting Jingoli, who is the CEO of a construction and development company, Hadid was focusing on herself after her 2015 divorce from David Foster.
In 2018, she told People that her now-ex entered her life when she centered her thoughts around finding the right person.
'I made a love spiral and wrote down exactly everything that was important to me in a man and he magically just rang the doorbell at the farm,' she said at the time.
The following year she told the outlet, 'It's such a blessing to find someone so perfect for me in this time of my life.'
'He rides horses, he loves nature, he loves the farm,' she continued. 'To find love again at 55 is amazing.'
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