So yesterday at 4pm sharp, Courtney, Carol and I hopped into a cab with two suitcases filled with food and wine. With permission slips from our babies’ daddies in hand, we made our way over Laurel Canyon to watch the Oscars at Sunset Towers in the fabulous hotel room of one of Courtney’s PR clients. Coincidentally, his digs just happened to overlook the Vanity Fair Oscar Party’s red carpet. Wheeee!!!! God, I love the gays….
the milfas reprazent tha lmv
From our elevated perch, we surveyed our lair. Thousands of fans lined the north sidewalk of Sunset Boulevard, screaming madly whenever a car would pull up and deposit say, Mickey Rourke on the south sidewalk. I’m not gonna lie – it was oddly thrilling being this close to an event that is so quintessentially American and iconic. I was surprised, quite frankly, that I gave a shit. It turns out that I do!
My unique perspective allowed me to photograph never before seen images: The tops of movie stars’ heads. Once you’ve seen the tops of movie stars’ heads, you will never want to see their rarified visages and preternaturally well preserved vessels the boring, regular way ever again. Don’t believe me? Well look-y here and recognize, fool.
aniston + mayer debut their special whatever
madonna can bench, what? 650? 800?
natalie cleans up real good for a rap star
will + jada: suspiciously convincing beards happy couple
sjp and mb are a magical fairytale by way of a cloud made of hearts
‘Twas great fun as evidenced by my pounding skull. The End.