After outfits for Armie are pulled, the PR guy pauses for a brief time-out period for awards gossip and speculation. He distributes Red Vines from a tub, which prompts everyone to say, “Ugh, I shouldn’t,” and then guiltily eat some. (People in L.A. talk about their bodies the way people in New York talk about their work, which is fucking constantly. The next day I will hear Armie Hammer’s publicist tell him with zero irony: “Your dog is in great shape.”)
— Really enjoyed this piece on Hollywood stylists.
