I walked into the lobby, letting Anne deal with check in, snapping as I went, and here's what the scene looked like...Wait a minute. I looked at the picture a little closer. "Dude, that's 50 Cent!" I told Anne. "Yeah, no kidding, he's been in here the whole time," she said. The guy in the tan leather is Tony Yayo, and the guy in the white railroad engineer-ish hat is Gil Green, the director of Tony's new video, "I Know You Don't Love Me," featuring (duh) 50 Cent, whose semi-autobiographical film Get Rich Die Tryin' opens next week. So of course I needed to get a better picture of the BIG STAR in our midst, being a dutiful Style Council girl. And suddenly opportunity knocked: Fiddy started walking down the hall. I took aim. "Excuse me, you can't do that," said a big beefy white guy. "Can I take your picture?" I asked the man also known as Curtis Jackson, reputed to wear a bullet-proof vest at all times. "I said no," Beefy said. "He was gonna say yes," I insisted. "Yeah, but I already said no." "Who are you?" I asked obnoxiously. "His bodyguard." Oh. Never mind. But it ain't over til it's over, ya know what I'm sayin? NICE! He did give me permission, by the way, and out of the corner of my eye I could see his bodyguard smiling at me with a glint in his eye I would have to characterize as pure hatred. So, even though the shoot kinda cramped our style (they downgraded our room, thank you very much) it certainly helped the Belamar to live up to the grand conceit of its motto. And just to confirm that we were in the place to be, look who was hanging around outside, waiting to do a party scene walk-on in his best friend Gil's video: it's Andrew Gallery (c), last seen front row at the Antik Denim fashion show with not-Paris Hilton! Anne and I split the scene shortly after that, having our own agenda that did not involve pretending to party.Cheers, Anne! Southern California misses you already.
posted by Steffie