Phew! To hear my fellow Park Slope-dwellers tell it, it’s almost impossible NOT to run into Jennifer Connelly and/or Paul Bettany in our neighborhood. Obviously, I was doing something wrong until this afternoon, when, in a bit of a post-haircut fuzz, I popped into Loom on Seventh Avenue (there’s something irresistible about a shop that fills its window with $500 bags and its shelves with $5 stationery). I’m in some kind of ungainly crouch when I hear an English accent—no matter how hard I try not to, I always have to look up and check out their dentition. The guy is having a playful argument with his partner (and manfully driving the stroller); as they squeeze by me to leave, I realize the faux-bickering family consists of an Oscar winner, a London Critics Circle Film Awards winner, and their no-doubt gorgeous offspring. His hair was unnaturally blond—is that one of the clues in the Da Vinci Code
Now I'm just missing Heath and Michelle for my Park Slope Celeb-Spotting badge.
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