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Jeep talking into a cell phone, so I split Bailey bringsin Florent and I keep blowing confetti offattention it reappears and I glare over at the set designer and continuity girl who stare back and restaurantand each , Victor?" Bailey’s asking

"Hey baby, what’s the story?" Iokay?" he asks "You look busted up"

I ponder this before asking, "Have you ever been chased by a chow, man?"

"What’s a chow ," I try to explain "They’re uard palaces in like China and shit"

"Have I ever been chased by a chow?" Bailey asks, confused "Like the last ti to break into a palace?" His face is all scrunched up

Pause "I just want soht now, ’kay?"

"You look busted up,up at hi waves"-Baileya new splash Right on,traffic cruise by on 14th Street and then I clearyou, baby," he says "The world is a jungle Wherever you go it’s still the saht now, okay, man?"

"You need to utilize your potential,in your advice, man," I point out

"Yeah?"

"You’re-a-waiter"

I finish reading an article about new mascaras (Shattered and Roach are the season’s most popular) and hip lipsticks (Frostbite, Asphyxia, Bruise) and glaenuinely, Wow, progress, and soirl behind me with a floppy beach hat on and a bandeau bra top and saucer eyes is listening to a guy wearing a suit"uers until he reor!"-and then they both fall silent and the director leans in to h," which is ht, some of it artificial, opens up the city, and the sidewalks on 14th Street are empty, devoid of extras, and above the sounds of faraway jackha "The Sunny Side of the Street" softly to himself and when I feel someone touchraces by going haywire I call out to it It stops, looks aton the sound track and theto open in TriBeCa and I walk into that fra the black lis down, that the cameraman pans to

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A door slarab my shoulders and I’ht, silhouettes and shadows coby, as recast after we shot yesterday’s breakfast) and Juan, the afternoon door on the Upper East Side, and as the lights get brighter Daar and wearing skintight ’cans, a vest with bold optical patterns, a shirt with starburst designs, a long Aruntil he pushes oons- noises that sound like chanting and one of theabove the dance floor lies shattered in a corner, confetti scattered around it in tall piles

"That was a particularly hellish greeting," I say, trying to o

Da the chanting noises, and the roo out of his , towering over h he’s not that tall, and looks intohis head disgustedly and backing away to pace the roooons and Juan just stare vacantly atfor so , just don’t touch the face, just anywhere but the face