Lenny Kravitz! Stephen Dorff! The Freaking Olsen Twins! As each sparkling new condo rises, it gets worse. We can’t just have the cool ones anymore-Peter Sarsgaard and Maggie Gyllenhaal, Kanye West and Karen O.
Naturally, these luminaries could walk among us unmolested-they were New Yorkers, too.īut now New York’s jammed with celebrities, both the newly minted and the recently trucked in. We had Scorsese and De Niro ( Taxi Driver, not Rocky and Bullwinkle). had sunshine and Burt Reynolds we had autumn and Woody Allen. New York has never professed to have the most celebrities, just the coolest ones. We maintain this pact in part out of nostalgia for the city’s glamorous past. Really, Sarah Jessica? No one ever bothers you? No one asks you to pose for just one photo, holding a Magnolia cupcake? Yet this is the common fiction we’ve agreed upon in New York: Celebrities claim they come here to lead normal lives (though, of course, they don’t, not really), and we claim we don’t notice them (though, of course, we do, all the time). She’s sounding a familiar echo of White’s famous sentiment, though in her case, it’s harder to accept. “There are too many other important people here.” “You can’t live in New York City and be the most important person in town, you just can’t,” she said in last month’s Good Housekeeping. White in 1949, “New York will bestow the gift of loneliness and the gift of privacy.” This includes, apparently, Sarah Jessica Parker. “On any person who desires such queer prizes,” wrote E. Well, not staring, exactly, just trying to place her, in that I know I know you from somewhere way, and it took me a second too long, which meant she got that Please don’t say anything look of fright on her face, so I got that Oh, no, don’t worry, I’m not crazy look, which only made me look like I was definitely crazy.īut did I say anything to these celebrities? Did I ask for an autograph? Did I stop and gawk and snap a camera-phone picture and squeal that this was the greatest day of my life, at least since last weekend, when I saw Mike D of the Beastie Boys at that place just off Avenue A? I saw Jennifer Connelly shopping in a store in Brooklyn, along with her husband, Paul Bettany she too was smaller in person, and he, jackknifed over a stroller, seemed much taller and slightly pissed off. I once turned around at a book launch and nearly bumped into Julianne Moore, red-haired and delicate and smaller in person than you’d expect. I’ve seen Liv Tyler and Willem Dafoe on the same day in the Village, Phoebe Cates on the Upper West Side, Jimmy Fallon at Rockefeller Center, Josh Hartnett in Tribeca, and Patricia Clarkson near Washington Square.
I’ve seen Martin Amis, Jonathan Lethem, Eugene Levy, and Michael Imperioli. I’ve seen Drew Barrymore with her boyfriend, that drummer from the Strokes. I’ve seen Gwyneth Paltrow carrying Apple in her arms.
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