With thanks to reader Virginia, who in sending this to us reminds us that there really is a Santa Claus, here is a photo of our Elia Aboumrad reading in bed, accompanied by what Virginia figures to be "a stuffed heepo."
Virginia, we definitely gave a woolf-whistle to see Elia spending the hours reading in what, now that Betty "Spice Rack" Fraser is gone, is a room of her own. We still can't tell what the title of the book is. Is she reading the Michelin Guide? Like us, does she find le guide rouge more pornographic than any bodice-ripper? Perhaps it's simply her diary. After all, as Oscar Wilde put it, "I never travel without my diary. One should always have something sensational to read in the train."
Or, in the case of Top Chef, to read in the bus off which, or under which, everyone is always getting thrown.
At any rate, Google Perv, knock yourself out.