Here’s how this week’s arts and culture piece begins:
Remember the carefree days when we could leave our homes, gather in public places maskless, and take in a museum exhibit of a Sunday afternoon?
I did that, way back on February 23. It was right after the Annenberg Space for Photography mounted a presentation, now “up” through July 26, called “VANITY FAIR: HOLLYWOOD CALLING: The Stars, the Parties, and the Powerbrokers.”
Who knows, things may be open by July 26th. If not, you can see many of the photographs and take a very well put-together audio tour through the Museum’s website.
I like to think I’m above such superficiality but the fact is I’m as wowed at a celebrity sighting as the next person.
Not that there have been many of them over the years. When I first moved to town in the early 90’s, I saw Brooke Shields across the room at the Broadway Deli in Santa Monica. I once spotted the actor William Macy at the Larchmont Village Farmers Market. The problem is I don’t watch that many contemporary movies or TV shows.
Gloria Swanson, Glenn Ford, Richard Widmark, Bette Davis—now if one of those stars walked down the street, I’d be falling all over myself trying to get a better look.
As it is, I was once at Joan’s on Third in West Hollywood with a friend when he hissed, “Don’t look now, but three-o’clock, the guy in a leather jacket with the babe. It’s Matthew McConaughey.” I said, “Matthew who?”
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