Lucifer wears polos and zip-up hoodies.
Second celebrity sighting for me at Camp Cow Carcasses: Adrien Brody.
When I recognized the nose behind the dorky black cap, over-sized designer sunglasses, and week's worth of scruff, I have to admit to being very star-struck. A second glance at the Paris Hilton-esque canine rat peeking out from his leather "tote," however, quickly made me lose my appetite. His supposed disguise was obviously a ruse to conceal not his identity, but his vanity, as he ostentatiously enjoyed the service of the two owners of the Roots corporation (who rushed over in their Range Rovers while frantically blackberrying each other and everyone they knew), and allowed himself to be photographed with his (numerous) shopping bags.
Purchases: several leather luggage pieces that will presumably house his abhorrent hairless companion when it's not a Louis Vuitton occasion.
In a related note, I think I just ate a stray piece of deodorant. Destined to perish of armpit residue... or maybe my intestines will smell of "morning fresh"!
When I recognized the nose behind the dorky black cap, over-sized designer sunglasses, and week's worth of scruff, I have to admit to being very star-struck. A second glance at the Paris Hilton-esque canine rat peeking out from his leather "tote," however, quickly made me lose my appetite. His supposed disguise was obviously a ruse to conceal not his identity, but his vanity, as he ostentatiously enjoyed the service of the two owners of the Roots corporation (who rushed over in their Range Rovers while frantically blackberrying each other and everyone they knew), and allowed himself to be photographed with his (numerous) shopping bags.
Purchases: several leather luggage pieces that will presumably house his abhorrent hairless companion when it's not a Louis Vuitton occasion.
In a related note, I think I just ate a stray piece of deodorant. Destined to perish of armpit residue... or maybe my intestines will smell of "morning fresh"!