My life with the paparazzi
Like most of you, I enjoy going out with my friends and making a night of it on occasion, but it’s becoming increasingly hard with the paparazzi always up in my business. For example, on Thursday night at Obliterati, which is a party for new media or some such, I could barely make a move without someone trying to get a shot.
Here I am just trying to have a conversation. A P-R-I-V-A-T-E conversation. I guess that means nothing to them!
And then here I am apparently talking about something I’m holding in my hand as indicated by the mirror which obviously they’d placed there to better keep an eye on me. God, their shifty resourcefulness knows no bounds!
And then here I am checking myself out in the mirror while Dustin (little arrow) says something. Not exactly a Hollywood moment but anything to feed the public’s insatiable thirst for celebrity, I suppose. It really turns my stomach that we, as a culture, have allowed this to happen.
And then here I am just looking amazing.
(all photos courtesy of Nick McGlynn and RandomNightOut)
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