Walking through New York city, you should keep alert for two phenomena: celebrity spotting and street fashion. Well, yesterday on my way to lunch with a friend, I scored a double whammy when I spied that unmistakeable helmet page boy and powdered wig up ahead. There they were, just two buddies hanging out on a not particularly trendy downtown sidewalk.
Had their drivers forgotten them? Had they hightailed down several side streets to lose the tofu pie-hurling PETA activists? Were they in need of directions to Katz’s Diner for a photo shoot where they would reenact Meg Ryan and Billy Crystal’s famous scene over a heaped pastrami sandwich? Was this a new couple sighting? (Anna likes older men. At 15, she dated a 24-year-old. And Karl’s last-known relationship seems to have been with his Persian cat, Choupette…) Were they hoping their private helicopter could land on the roof of Trump SoHo? Trying to score drugs but forgetting it wasn’t the 1980s? Interviewing passersby on how it feels to be fat? Daring each other to try Citybike? On a pub crawl? Filming a street scene for their new reality TV show, Keeping Up With Anna and Karl–Extreme Weight Loss Edition? Searching for a new reggae club to get their “ridim” on? Sourcing a new Chinatown dry cleaners with access to industrial deposits of starch for his collars and her knickers..?
“You’ll never guess who I just saw…?” I said, excitedly pulling off my coat and sitting down at the table where my friend was frowning and pointing at the time.
“I know,” I said. “But I’m fashionably late.”
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