Monday, February 21, 2011

My Second Attempt at Paparazzi-dom

I've been writing the book at a coffee shop on Fairfax that I refer to as "The Office." I go there Monday through Friday and work anywhere from 3-7 hours, depending on how bleary-eyed I get. I've finished the first draft and am 75% through my first full read. I've beefed up some sections, deleted others and am correcting any kind of weird grammatical issues.

On a daily basis, it's not terribly surprising to see a celeb at The Office. Seth Rogen comes in 2-3 times every week. Usually accompanied by a posse, he orders a cappuccino. I know because his voice carries and he has a unique intonation. He is unassuming, hiding underneath a newsboy cap. No one pays any attention to him.

Sue Sylvester (Jane Lynch) came in once. Fresh from a shower, it was her first time there. She was kind to the barista and asked for his recommendation. She got a vanilla latte. No, she was not wearing a track suit.

Today, Amanda Seyfried came to The Office with a LOT of fanfare. Trailed by a pack of ex-gang members turned paparazzi (yes, it's true, they all used to be in gangs) she arrived with two female friends and her two dogs. How does she look? She is tiny with the body of a 12-year old girl. Her blonde hair is beautiful but her face is wan and broken out. No one would've even noticed her if she didn't have the world's scariest posse with her.

She sat outside in clear view of the paps so they could get good shots of her over the course of two hours. Everyone was whispering, "Who is that girl?" When I identified her for my neighbors they had no recognition. I struggled to think of a movie that she was in and could only come up with, "Ummm, that ABBA movie?" Vague recollection passed into confusion. If none of us knew who she was, then how come she was getting so much pap attention?

My conclusion is she (or her publicists) must have called them. She has a movie coming out (something about red riding hood? oy vey) and is/was dating Ryan Philippe. Her publicists must be working over time to get her picture everywhere. Well, it worked. TMZ, X-17 and the rest were all there.

I got in on the action by taking her picture while she was waiting for her latte. It's not a great shot but I tried to be stealthy. This is much better than my first attempt at being a pap (I tried to take January Jones' picture in a bar which resulted in a blurry, dark picture). Too bad my Macbook was in the shot (but look at how much I've written for the book?!)

Once again, more like KFed's Popozao than Gaga's Paparazzi. Then again, I'm not an ex-gang member with a grill.

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