two-twenty

the hunter becomes the hunted

Are we so hard up for celebrity sightings in NYC that we have resorted to stalking certain web-based authoresses of dubious provenance? In yet another massively meta moment provided free-of-charge by the interworldwidenetosphere, gawker stalks a former iteration of itself:

I saw Elizabeth Spiers in the bathroom at New York magazine. She's a lot smaller than I thought she'd be.

Maybe we are that hard up, seeing as said edition of gawker stalker included not one but two Vincent Gallo sightings, not one but two Sean Lennon sightings, a Kathy Lee sighting, and so many Strokes that we nearly climaxed.