Friday, January 26, 2007
Reader and part-time paparazzo Laz was in Las Vegas today for his weekly chips, convertibles and Cointreau go-go boy extravaganza when he happened on something. Driving through a side street, he heard the very loud (if tinny) strains of Peter Gabriel's "In Your Eyes." As a Peter Gabriel fan, nay, connoisseur, Laz was intrigued. He drove closer to the source of the music, and his nostrils were assailed by the unmistakable scents of saffron and garlic.
And then Laz saw him. There, in front of Marcel Vigneron's residence, stood Ilan Hall, unshaven, having just quit his job at Casa Mono and driven for two days to Las Vegas. On the trunk of his rental car rested a still-steaming and symbolic pan of paella, and hoisted on his shoulder was a boombox, blaring out the heart-tugging Peter Gabriel chanson.
Though transfixed (and not a little touched) by the tender spectacle, Laz had enough presence of mind to whip out his cell phone and take this shot, which he then forwarded to us. We have only to thank Laz for his tenacity, and to wonder, What will Gary and Kenny have to say about this? Miss XaXa in turn wonders, "Can sweet, sweet saffron foam be far behind?"