If you phoned me last night only to be confused by my evasive curtness and whispering, then goddammit stop calling me while I'm um "hanging out with" Steven Tyler. The pap shots of the Aerosmith frontman's 61st birthday party Thursday night are probably up on WENN by now, and you'll notice I'm the stylish and not at all clammy guy lurking I mean looming no that's not it lounging at Tyler's six. Behind the plant. My other hand? Uh why it's fixing my belt of course.
In other news, that's me as well on the beach with my face stitched to Zhang Ziyi's no-no zone. March is always a big month for me.