prose
Well-Known Member
We were just on our way back from a nice game of ball at the park, and decided to walk home via the Mercer Hotel. There were about twenty paparazzi photographers parked outside (as per usual
) when one decides to crouch down and take pictures of Stella. All twenty paps then joined in, obviously for a bit of a giggle. Luckily, Stella thought it was great fun and wanted to say hi to them all.
Twas rather embarassing, however, as loads of Soho tourists started gawping--no doubt disappointed when they saw it was some nobody in a moo-moo North Face coat and battered Uggs (me, that is, not celeb Stella
).
(And I must say it was horrid to have all those flashbulbs going off at once...)
Twas rather embarassing, however, as loads of Soho tourists started gawping--no doubt disappointed when they saw it was some nobody in a moo-moo North Face coat and battered Uggs (me, that is, not celeb Stella
(And I must say it was horrid to have all those flashbulbs going off at once...)
