While living in Manhattan, star sightings can become a regular occurrence. Many times, the rich and famous walk right by us and we don’t recognize them, or we don’t care if they’re within an arm’s reach. We’re all too busy living, walking, texting and talking in our own little New York world to really give a hoot. The nonchalant attitude toward celebs is common here, unlike LA, where paparazzi seem to reside on a full-time basis.
My first year living in NYC was filled with glimpses here and there. I think the most exciting for me was Jodie Foster. She came into my job looking for her interior designer, and I was the only person who saw her, so that made it that much more amazing. I was running around to everyone, “Didn’t you see Jodie Foster?”
They replied, “No. Where was she? What was she wearing?”
They probably saw her but didn’t recognize her because she looked nothing like a celebrity. More than likely, she was dressed in an incognito get-up because she didn’t want anyone to confront her. But I talked to her and knew the voice as soon as I heard her speak. She wasn’t too friendly and seemed a bit out of her element, but I completely understood.
Jon Bon Jovi shopped where I used to work too – that was pretty cool. And I cannot forget Catherine Zeta-Jones, who looked like a size minus 0, if there is such a thing.
And of course, meeting Mo Rocca at the ballet was fun. Mike and I have seen him a total of four times now. Are we stalking him? Or, maybe Mo Rocca is stalking us?
A few months ago, I was face to face with a pregnant Natalie Portman. It was right in the middle of the Black Swan hype, and she seemed caught up in all of it. She is more beautiful in person than on screen.
And of course, Mike has met Bill Geist (of CBS Sunday Morning fame) and his wife and dog in Central Park. The truth is: Bill’s dog tried to kick Bogey’s butt. Imagine that.
|Bogey–the Peace Activist|
Mike ran into Ally Sheedy at the dog park. And I almost forgot, about two months ago, we were walking on East 76th Street and Robert DeNiro was having brunch at Cafe Boulud. We’d seen him with Alec Baldwin in an interview the week before. Both are such characters.
Joseph Gordon Levitt filming “Premium Rush” on Amsterdam Avenue was cool, especially when Bogey decided to poop in front of one of the actor’s trailers.
Come to think of it, I have run into most of the cast of Sex and the City one place or another. Kim Cattrall was hanging at a party, and I saw Chris Noth outside the theatre of That Championship Season. Mario Cantone was standing on a street off Broadway, and I was standing next to Anne Meara with Jerry Stiller (her hubby) outside of Isabella’s. I loved that one. I got to take photos of them with their friends and family. Yes, believe it or not, they wanted a family photo, and we left the restaurant at the same time they did (how convenient). But yet I forgot to get a photo of us with them?? That was a dumb day on my behalf.
I am waiting to see Cynthia Nixon. Mike has spotted her on Broadway on the Upper West Side, but no luck for me yet.As a fan of Sex and the City, I found it exciting to get a glimpse of a scene in front of the Plaza Hotel one day on my way home. But the real treat was seeing SJP and Kristin Davis up close, going to their dressing rooms.
The grandest of all of these star sightings happened to me a few weeks ago. I had to run down to Union Square. I decided to hop the 1 train and walk over several avenues to Union Square West. I was walking east on 13th Street (instead of 14th Street, which is not as quiet) and I saw her. I’ve seen her before, but this time was different.
She was working the last time and now she was in real life. She was standing in the middle of the narrow sidewalk with two gentlemen in a conversation and looking as glorious as ever. As I approached her, doing my typical city strut, the conversation broke up and she walked toward me with one of the gentlemen. I had my shades on (of course), and I glanced in her eyes for a moment. I wanted to stop and say something. Anything! But NO! I didn’t.
So we passed by each other quickly. She continued to chat. I wanted to shout “CARRIEEEEE!” Or even “Sarah Jessica,” but I remained calm, took a deep breath, and continued with my day. I couldn’t tell you what she was wearing. I should know because I love fashion and she is the ultimate NYC fashion icon. Her hair was down and half wet, half dry, and she was obviously sporting high heels.
I feel like it was my lucky moment to have seen someone whose career I’ve followed since she was a teenager –– someone I greatly admire and respect. After all, she’s a New Yorker, too.