Celeb: Kenny Johnson, aka, Det. Curtis Lemansky
Place: Hollywood YMCA

One of the few actors I would actually want to have a beer with. I want to grab him by the head with a playful knuckle rub and say, "Lem!" Why did Cletus Van Dame forsake you! The only sliver of a moral backbone on the Strike Team.

He bounded up the stairs to pump dumbbells for bicep maintenance and then left.

Place: Front of Wells Fargo Bank on Sunset/Vine
Celeb: Aston Kutcher & Jason Goldberg

On my way to the Bank to pick up my mail (don't ask, it's too complicated to explain) and these quick strolling gents crossed my path as they hurried their ways in the direction of the Arclight Cinerama Dome.

Nothing terribly interesting to comment on but I would issue my usual grunt here... which is my subconscious inclination to disrupt or cause nuisance to a celebrity attempting to "live a normal life." Sorry, you get all that wealth and adoration and the additional cost will be to sacrifice your claim to an ordinary life. Pay the street tax by having someone clamor for your autograph or follow you around. But alas, I was not willing to be the tax collector as usual. I've got my pride, you know.

Place: Hollywood YMCA
Celeb: Billy Bob Thornton


At an early age, my North Korean parents were forced by an unnamed dictator to implant a chip with facial recognition software preloaded into my cerebral cortex. This has allowed me to identify in an almost pathologically obsessive way, facial characteristics unique to a person irregardless of their age, context, facial hair, etc.

In this case, BBT was elusive by donning a cap and tinted glasses. His stature was also unexpectedly average but are we not usually surprised how celebs' real-life statures pale in comparison to their 50 foot projected images in the Cineplex? It was the day after Christmas and the gym was sparse. What Billy-Bob, you think you can sneak in a workout in your "disguise" and pretend to be one of the "normals?" If you're so normal, why are you averting my very discreet gaze, Bad Santa?!

It pisses me off when these A-List celebs think they can mingle in the mainstream unscathed and actually pull it off in L.A. because everyone's incestuously attached to the Entertainment Industry in some primary, secondary, or tertiary manner or just because we're all too cool to show any gush. Your free ride today is really a mirror held up to each of us, exposing us for the cool poseurs that we are. You are the silent gods that walk amongst us unrecognized by our conceit and counterfeit calm while beneath lay a tumult that toil and deliberate to release or repress the collective urgings to shout out with craven lust "Hey, you were awesome in that movie!"

Place: Around Hollywood/Los Feliz
Celeb: Christina Ricci


She must live in the Hollywood Hills area since I keep running into her in my hood. I saw her like 3 times in one week in the most pedesterian places: Rite Aid, Mayfair Market, and somewhere else I was walking. When I searched for her image online, they were choked with ultra-glam shots. It seemed to protest the obvious fact that is apparent to anyone meeting her in the street unadorned by the glam-machine: she is *remarkably* plain looking. With the right paint, lighting, and stylistic panache, her inner "piglet" can be made *remarkably* vogue and flirtatiously moribund.

Place: Magnolia restaurant
Celeb: Kevin Connolly

Magnolia is yet another, new hipster supper joint that sprouted up in the Hollywood-Sunset corridor. If you enjoy quiet conversation and not to have your throat bleeding from screaming over the din of nearby younger tonsils drowning you out over some droll anecdote, then Magnolia is definitely not for you. However, the food is above decent. It's surprisingly good, in fact. They also have delightful baked brussels sprout that reinvigorates your usual notion of these usually unseemly green balls. Magnolia is the epitome of urban, Hollywood chic and is age representative of the hood since the mean age of a patron here is 25.

The wait for dinner for two on a Friday night isn't so bad. There's an intimidating crowd of folks out front but it moves fairly quick. We got our table within 30 minutes. Service is nothing to write home about. Again, the average patron is too busy enjoying being young and living in Hollywood to care. Just go for the food...and atmosphere if you either a) 25 and under; b) delude yourself into thinking you're glamorous by association; or c) relish feeling even older and drabbier than you already are at your washed up, coming-around-the-corner-of-your-40's, self.

Anyway, He was sitting behind us. Shows like Entourage that bring reality television narratives back into traditional drama narratives by shooting all in real locations with a mixture of real people and make-believe people create an interesting blur to the actors as they go off set to the "real world" they also inhabit in their shows. So, seeing "E" here was like watching a stage version of Entourage. I half expected Vince, Turtle, and Drama to show up just around the bend.

Place: Psychobabble on Vermont/Franklin
Celeb: Christina Ricci



Psychobabble is a sleepy den of slow service and fast wireless internet and lounge for the disaffected, affected, and occasional Los Feliz hipster. It's nestled at the crown of the Vermont corridor of cool. This is one of the few L.A. places I'd expect to see any A-list celeb and yet on my way out, Ricci and a male friend hover at the counter (no doubt waiting for the slow-drip of service). I stare obliquely to confirm the sighting and her male friend eventually gets wise and blocks my view protectively. Too late, bud, my facial recognition software has confirmed a match of 98% certitude.

It's easy to miss her. She seems plain and fashionably grungy but it's hard to mistake her unique look which metaphorically resembles a kind of "outie" belly-button to me. She looks young.

Place: 7-Eleven (Hollywood Bl nr Van Ness)
Celeb: Chief of Police, William Bratton

I don't often go to any 7-Eleven but lately I'm prone to drop in to grab a drink or go next door for a late night bite at Yai Thai. Tonight I intend to get a 7-Up but instead get a Nature's Best "Berry Blast" and Clamato. I purchase the items and proceed to exit when Bratton walks in. I'm good with faces so know it's him though he looks more tired than his press shots. Also doesn't hurt that he's wearing a LAPD jersey. Don't know what he bought but outside, a black towncar with a female driver who had shiny cuffs on her left hip was standing outside waiting for him. I want to ask him about the New Yorker article I read on his program to tackle petty crimes to combat the culture of lawlessness that lead to bigger crimes but don't bother. I also feel my petty urge whell up at grabbing a cops gun but realize he's not packing tonight. Who'd mess with the head honcho of the LAPD?

Place: Dulles Airport, D.C.
Celeb: Congressman Dana Rohrabacher



Catching a United flight back to LAX after a grueling week of training for work. The hordes of frenzied travellers swarm around me in what seems to be one of the worst organized airports I've been to. No crowd control, no direction. We're all packed into the tighter International terminal, waiting to board the plane which just came in from Switzerland. Families with strollers caught between bodies, seniors dawdling, and indecisive people crashing into each other everywhere. I decide to remain still with one ear cocked for the boarding announcement. Suddenly behind me, a tall man in a clean, tan suit bumps up to me. He is fresh faced, cool, unsweaty like the rest of us. I think he looks familiar. Real familiar. Is he that grouchy guy behind the counter in the show, ER? Wheels spin and spin then I realize-- Asshole! Global Warming denier! Then I start to debate whether a plane with Rohrabacher could crash or not.

[Congressman Dana Rohrabacher represents California's scenic 46th District. Stretching along the Pacific coastline of Orange County and Los Angeles from Huntington Beach to the Palos Verdes Peninsula, the district includes Huntington Beach, Costa Mesa, Fountain Valley, Seal Beach, Avalon, Rancho Palos Verdes, Rolling Hills, Palos Verdes Estates and Rolling Hills Estates as well as portions of Long Beach, Westminster, Santa Ana and San Pedro.]

Place: Larchmont Wine & Spirits store
Celeb: Kim Dickens (Joanie Stubbs of DEADWOOD)




Guilty pleasure here. I did ENJOY seeing a Deadwood cast member. Tempting to yell out "cocksucker" but didn't seem right at the time, not to mention that it probably is a very trite thing to them. She looked unassuming with rolled up t-shirt sleeves, short cropped hair, almost butch-like but her teeth/mouth were an unmistakable signature.

Place: Hollywood-Wilshire YMCA
Celeb: Dominic Keating http://www.tvtome.com/tvtome/servlet/PersonDetail/personid-1918




A relatively obscure star but had to mention him for 2 reasons: 1) he was famous for his commercial role as the Vidal Sassoon dude who goes down in tv history for one of the most memorable quotes: "If you don't look good, we don't look good"; 2) someone I know is dating him or some facsimile thereof. I won't go into details to protect the innocent. Some will know him most recently from his role as Lt. Malcolm Reed on Enterprise.

P.S.: Wonder when spiky hair--of the "shabby-sheik" variety for men will go out of fashion?

Place: University of Judaism (www.uj.edu)
Celeb: Arianna Huffington (http://ariannaonline.com)



See "World As I Found It" blog for more details. http://fernbrake.blogspot.com/

Place: Bourgeois Pig
Celeb: Quentin Tarantino

No, this is not my "hangout". In fact, on many levels, I despise it in spite of it being the haunt of indigenous screenwriters and the like. It's a den of youngins who all strike the pose of Hollywood hipster and pretend they are models from stylish magazines come-to-life. It's too dark, the drinks are expensive, the intellectual atmosphere is more akin to a bar than cafe but it is across the street, they do have good iced Thai tea, and you occasionally see celebrities pretending to some life of normalcy.

I was on a break from work, nursing a mild flu (if such a thing is possible) and still giddy from the prior night's Presidential debates where Kerry upstaged a petulant Bush. I decided to get a iced Thai and start my "Wittgenstein's Poker" book. No sooner had I reached the order counter, I noticed Tarantino on a plush chair adjacent to the bar, head down into a tight concentration of what may have been the LA Weekly. "You keep low, you stay to yourself, don't look for trouble or attention which is desperate but don't hideout in dark glasses and a wig like you're Madonna or something either." I had plenty of time to study his distinct features since the barely post-pubescent barmaid was unable to extract herself from some male patron's riveting retelling of some sensational news story about murder, arson, buried corpses and the like. Don't mind me, I'm just pretending to be cool while you take your sweet ass time as I casually employ my facial recognition program in my head.

After finally getting my order, I surveyed the room which was full of laptop goons with their faces aglow from their monitors. No one seemed to be furtively eyeing the pop-culture maestro as I would have expected. I envisioned dreamy-eyed screenwriters anxiously fantasizing a serendipitous meeting with Tarantino who ends up being impressed with their zeal and passion for cinema---yaddah, yaddah until a lucrative six figure deal crowns their wet dream.

Place: Mayfair Market @ the butcher/cold drinks aisle
Celeb: Michael J. Anderson

I've known him originally from Twin Peaks and Mulholland Drive and then the recent HBO series, "Carnivale". It was nice to see him. Nothing pithy or scornful to add this time. I would have said hello but of course once again, I could not remember his name.

Place: The Orpheum @ Broadway and 9th
Celeb: Raquel Welch

Attended screening of "La Otra" starring Delores Del Rio as part of the Last Remaining Seats series of the LA Conservancy. As I was exiting, I ran into her leaving from the middle aisle. She was recognizable. She looked like what age enhancement imaging software might've made her look like from a picture from her 20's.

Place: Kodak Theatre Hollywood
Celebs: that's right, plural.
My companions: John/Susan, Jeannie Park, Julie Cha

32nd AFI LIFE ACHIEVEMENT AWARD: A TRIBUTE TO MERYL STREEP

This one is so chock full of celebs that I can't really classify it as "star-sightings" since 1) it wasn't serendipitous; 2) I was invited by the industry to an insider event. This kinda makes it lack all the dynamic of chance, surprise, and the opposition that is setup usually between me as a hapless shmoe going about my day and the sudden sprouting of a famous face amidst the workaday landscape. Mind you, I'm not suggesting I was rubbing elbows w/ the film industry elite (indeed I had nose bleed seats in the upper, upper balcony) but in the spirit of Star@Fucker, I have to qualify the multiple "sightings" esp. since it potentially nullifies all my other ones. The beauty for me is in recollecting and the happenstance nature of my normal sightings.

In this spirit of chance and surprise, the evening did not end without a run into Clint Eastwood exiting the theatre w/ his entourage and bags of swag.

Speaker list included: Jack Nicholson (who used the word, "cunt" affectionately about Streep), Robert De Niro, Clint Eastwood, Jim Carrey, Nora Ephron, Carrie Fisher, Goldie Hawn (compared Streep to a Stradivarius violin), Diane Keaton, Kevin Kline, Mike Nichols, Kurt Russell, Tracey Ullman, Shirley MacLaine (a bizzare speech riffing on other-worldly qualities of Streep), and Claire Danes (gave a bombastic, superlative ladden speech).

Place: Glendale Galleria's Eddie Bauer store
Celeb: Dennis Dun


Many know him from "Big Trouble In Little China" as a co-star w/ Kurt Russell. But he's a fairly accomplished Asian-American actor that's been in a lot of small roles here and there. As I exit the store, Mr. Dun walks in and we both do a slight double-take, as if we're surprised or happy to see another Asian face? Or maybe it's just that I look like one of the countless Asian faces he's seen over his career that he might have worked with. He's got the Asian Dorian Gray syndrome and pretty much looks like his younger self with fake grey highlights in his hair. Didn't remember his name. Thank goodness for Google and the worthless IMDB which is always missing photos for any lesser star than Brad Pitt or Clark Gable.

Place: Coffee Bean (at Hillhurst)
Celeb: Steve Perry



Not a big fan of Journey but I recognize Mr. Perry when I see him. The outdoor patio is well lit and I see him sit down with a male friend. He looks aged and a bit crumpled like a book's binding that's been through several hands. He almost looks Armenian but I might be influenced by the loud conversation between two Armenian men nearby and the table of young Armenian high schoolers who are cackling like mules at the sound of a distant friend coming through loudly on the microphone of their cell phone. If this were Tawain I would think they could be caned for being such a public nuisance.

At any rate, I overhear Mr. Perry (who I am 97% certain is him) who relates some story to his companion about a chick who saw him and was on the phone then was flustered and told the person on the other end to hold on...didn't catch the rest of his sad tale of public recognition.

If you want to see what he looks like these days, you can see him as I saw him looking at http://www.steveperryfanclub.homestead.com/

Rock on!

Place: Franklin nr Bronson driving in my Jetta
Celeb: Jeremy Sisto, again! (By the way, he is my 3rd Six Feet Under celeb sighting)

Corrections: Earlier I claimed Jeremy got into a Mercedes Kompressor in the Mayfair Market lot. I saw him driving eastbound on Franklin midday and I got a better look at his rather modest, Toyota Corolla.

Whoa, big difference. Guess I better have my prescription updated at the optometrist's. It smacks of meekness and is a healthy slice of humble pie. But in this city of self-conscious posturing and ultra-hipness, even the most innocent and genuine gestures can seem tragically contrived or some vain attempt to conceal an underlying superficiality. In this cynical guise, I conjecture it's a way to "hide out" by cloaking yourself in a working class automobile to blend into the landscape of ordinariness like a wolf in sheep's clothing so to speak.

Jeremy seemed to be going to Mayfair again, perhaps to buy more cords of wood to stoke the furnace in which he burns his HBO money in disdain for capitalist excesses and keep his Corolla well oiled. Maybe. Or maybe not.

Place: Mayfair Market on Franklin/Bronson
Celeb: Jeremy Sisto

It's the third day of a scorcher of what seems like it might be a LONG summer. Anyway, ran across to Mayfair to buy a bag full of hot weather antidotes: ice cream, frozen berries, bananas, cold drinks all to make an ice cold smoothie. On my way out I see "Billy" in a bandana coming out of the "12 & Under" line. He's dressed in jeans and designer aged sports jersey with the precise amount of L.A. shabby sheik. He gets into what looked like a Mercedes C230 Kompressor Sports Coupe which seems relatively modest but just expensive enough for a celeb of his caliber to say "I've made it and here's my opening gambit". Oddly enough, he's bought a cord of firewood even though it must be like 93 degrees out.

Given that this is one of my all time favorite television programs (All In The Family and Twilight Zone rate above it), I would have said something (perhaps a 'Hey dude, when's the next season coming?') but alas, I couldn't break the cardinal rule: thou shalt not speak to celebs whose names are not remembered or worse, whose character names are the only thing remembered.

Place: Mayfair Market in the fresh juice section
Celeb: Nina Hartley (Warning: adult content)



Trying to buy some Odwalla juice and realizing that some insidious Republican plot to stamp out the progressive Odwalla brand (nectar of tie-dye wearing leftists everywhere) has finally taken hold. I only see "Nature's Best" brand now. I ask a clerk for Odwalla and the lad thinks I'm speaking Swahili or something. He's never heard of it and even though I know they used to carry it last year, claims they've never carried any other fresh juice brand but "Nature's Best". Dee-dee, dee-dee, dee-dee, dee-dee, duhhh-duhhhn-duhhndunt. I'm clearly in the Twilight Zone.

Anyway, after staring for some time at the juice section, I blonde woman steps near me to check out the pre-packaged fruit in plastic containers. Then a voice behind me asks the blonde, "Excuse me, where did you get that bag"? The voice belongs to Nina Hartley, the "sex positive" porn celebrity. She's dressed somewhat formally with a head scarf and dark glasses and accompanied by a burly, bald man with a pin striped suit. They look like something out of an old speakeasy era saloon. Wow, my first adult industry celeb.

Place: exclusively at the Hollywood-Wilshire YMCA
Celeb: Doug Williams ("Mind of A Married Man" fame)



I see him almost everytime I go to the gym. All guys who work out, including me, have this look of "Don't fuck with me" on their faces when exercising. I think it's just our default face when we're doing something mindless or something that's a chore or maybe just to look tough as we're feeling tougher pumping iron and treadmilling ourselves. Anyway, he doesn't seem that approachable per se so I don't bother. Plus my Prime Directives which used to be a factor is no longer the case for Doug specifically: do not talk to celebs unless 1) you know their real names (not their character names) and; 2) you have something worth saying other than "Gee you were cool in such and such...". Lame.

But in Doug's case, I do know his name and I do have a question: do you feel you're the token black man in the "Mind of A Married Man" show? I've enjoyed watching that program but have always been mystified and perturbed that they do almost nothing with Doug's character and it's hard even to see these middle-aged, white professionals befriend him. I'm just not buying it considering no one ever seems to really be concerned about what's going on in Doug's character's life. Lame.

Anyway, Doug, here's to you for lurking in the corners of that show like Boo Radley to fend off accusations that the show's perspective is decidely white, male, and professional (even though it's true).

Place: Corner of Franklin & Bronson
Celeb: Ron Perlman



Encounter: On my way to Mayfair and he seemingly on his way toward the "Bourgeois Strip", ending up coughing at me. Mmmm, celebrity germs.

Place: YMCA, Hollywood-Wilshire branch
Celeb: Eric Balfour(a.k.a., Gabriel on Six Feet Under)

I've seen him multiple times at the Y and he's always on his cell phone "connected", as they say. He looks just as he does on the show. I half expected Claire to be tailing him. He seems afraid to be available to the general public. Maybe he thinks being on the cellular will buffer him from potential Gab-freak-fans.

Place: Hollywood-Wilshire YMCA
Celeb: Rafer Weigel ("Rob" in Free Enterprise)



"Rafer"? Is that a made up stage name or what? Searching name databases online for this name turned up turnips. I think it's some sort of quasi-new-age, Brentwood-brat, chicness endowed by pretentious parents. Or perhaps it really was the brain-child of a desperate agent.

If you've seen this comedic movie which is a sci-fi geek version of Swingers then you'd know the perfect line to talk to this relatively obscure actor would have been "Excuse me, is that MAC lipstick you're wearing?". If you haven't seen the film, this won't make any sense. He was on a treadmill with his personal trainer apparently beefing up his average bod. He certainly looked better in Free Enterprise in which he kind of played a romeo but I guess it's unfair to judge people at a sweaty gym.

Place: Bourgeois Pig coffeeshop
Celeb: well, read on...

In atypical behavior and in sheer coincidence, I was sitting outside the Bourgeois Pig tonight sipping a Cricket Cola and smoking Sherman lights. What possessed me to go out and hang w/ the Franklin strip fatally hip, I cannot say. Anyway, the valet guys were busy pulling cars up to the curb. That's when I noticed a Sportage pull up. It's one of those lower priced, quasi-SUV's. A group of four modest looking young women and a sly young man walk up to the Sportage. I recognized the gentleman from LOTR. Funny enough, someone earlier had said, "Hey, there's that guy from the Lord of The Rings movie" and I thought he was messing around. It turns out it WAS Elijah Wood. Is this sliver of the Franklin strip really such a draw that it would attract someone of Mr. Wood's caliber? Apparently so. Anyway, hasn't fame held him hostage yet? Who does he think he is walking around town like that, posing like some lesser celebrity who wouldn't be mobbed by mindless throngs. But then again that anonymous voice couldn't even remember his name so maybe he is a "smaller" star than say a "Brad Pitt" (but certainly not duller) whose name seems to roll off our tongues easier than our own names. Glad "that guy" was enjoying himself. Knock on wood, Mr. Frodo.

Place: Egyptian Theater - Hollywood
Celeb: Naomi Watts



Another Q&A after screening 21 Grams which deserves much acclaim. Directed and edited expertly by Alejandro González Iñárritu. Not as impressive in speech than the seasoned Holly Hunter but she was much better in the studio w/ Charlie Rose. Don't expect all actors to be articulate. Not a requirement to be expressive.

Place: Egyptian Theater - Hollywood
Celeb: Holly Hunter (screening Q&A of Thirteen) along w/ directory and Evan Rachel Wood


Holly looked fabulous and I was impressed she was so lucid and thoughtful in her verbal communication. The real star of the film though is Evan Wood who rocked. I guess they have to sell the bigger star name to draw the crowds.

Place: Pacific Grove Theater
Celeb: Jeff Balis (producer from Project Greenlight who plays himself)

I was getting out of Lost In Translation which got such buzz and anticipation for some reason. I think it was just the right confluence of elements: Bill Murray, Scarlet Johannsen, and an independent film w/ a fairly unique plot. Waiting for S. to come back from the bathroom and Jeff was standing w/ some young looking friends. He looked bewildered and slightly dismayed. He saw the same film I did and I could only think he was thinking like a producer saying to himself "There's no way I'd give this movie a greenlight...". Although LIT was amusing and an interesting attempt, I thought it failed overall as an artistic endeavor. It's gotten more kudos than deserved.

Place: YMCA Hollywood
Celeb: Mathew St. Patrick (Keith from Six Feet Under)



My favorite television show of all time (except for All In The Family and West Wing...okay, also Twilight Zone). He was leaving the gym as I was arriving. It was early morning and he seemed to be loitering or soaking up the beginning of a new day. I really wanted to say hello but I couldn't break my cardinal rule: Never contact a celeb if you can't remember their friggin name. I was checking out the snack cart and he actually loitered back to the cart but alas, I remained steadfast in my resolve. It would be lame to say, "Hey you, you're really great in Six Feet...".

Place: Laemmle Sunset Theater
Celeb: Matthew McConaughey



He was sitting in front of us in Spellbound (not the Hitchcock thriller but the spelling bee documentary--worth seeing!). He was with some young looking friends. After the film, I went to the men's room and he was at a urinal smoking a cigar. How redundant, I thought.

Place: Chevron @ Western and Franklin
Celeb: Robert Wightman (aka, John "John-Boy" Walton of The Waltons)

He was coming out of the micro-mart and heading back to his Mercedes. He shot me a glance and I shot back but w/ no hint of recognition. My policy is NEVER to make contact w/ a celeb unless I can remember their names, if at all. I couldn't remember his name if a pistol were pointed at me. Thank the world-wide-web for this name recollection. He looked good.

Place: YMCA Hollywood
Celeb: Unknown

I've been trying to track him down and frankly haven't worked at it hard enough since I've got better things to do (yeah, I know this blog makes it look like I'm one big star-fucker but I'm really not and this is more a prosaic art project type journal on how the culture of celebrity and the sociology of the celebrity gaze holds us hostage to...yaddah-yaddah-yaddah).

Anyway, he's a older white gentleman who's starred in numerous supporting roles. He's been in Law and Order and recently remember him from Training Day. He was one of the fat cat, "star chamber" type men at the restaurant that Denzel met them at. He was doing some bag work and pushups as I was waiting to hit the bag myself. He was pontificating on something that sounded remotely intellectual to a male friend. Interesting.

Place: Le Chin Wok on La Brea (2nd rate Chinese restaurant)
Celeb: Sean Hayes (known for Will & Grace)



Susan & I were the only folks in the restaurant for a Saturday lunch. Before our meal comes, a couple of men walk in and haggle over where to sit in an empty place. They chose a table away from us then decided to sit right next to us. Is this a cry out for attention or what!?! I guess we should have said something but why give the rich and famous anymore than they already have? Let him suffer in silent anonymity!

Place: Arclight Cinemas (aka, Cinerama Dome)
Celeb: Jill Hennessy




I was buying concessions for a dumb movie like Biker Boys (ugh, don't ask) and she was in line ahead of me w/ a date. Now mind you, she has a twin so that could have been her sister. Nonetheless, Jill or Jill clone looked great. They were seeing The Pianist.

Place: LAX International Arrivals gateway
Celeb: Sir Ian McKellen

S. and I are waiting for a friend to disembark and lo and behold, a distinguished gentleman with a fedora and dapper suit was hanging out with a young, tanned bohunk. No one seemed to notice them. Must be in town for the Oscars with his arm ornament. He looked very dapper and dashing as "Gandalf of Saville Row".