Photo: Patrick Demarchelier for Glamour

It was Sarah Jessica Parker! I blogged about it a month ago, but couldn’t reveal too many details, in case someone figured it out. You can read the story here, in this month’s Glamour. This was my second time interviewing SJP for Glamour’s cover; the first was a few years ago, before her twins were born. I assure you, I am not often star-struck, but man oh man, I love this woman. As I mentioned in my last blog post, the interview took place at the famed Claridge’s Hotel in London, in its exquisite dining room. We had high tea together! She was wearing a fitted black jacket with sequinned stripes, black jersey dress and suede booties. Her hair was light brown and artfully tousled. She was in London for a one-on-one trip with her six-year-old son, James Wilke, because she was going to have to miss his seventh birthday to film Sex and the City 2 in Morocco. She told me she took him for a tour of the Harry Potter set; to Madame Tussaud’s wax museum, and for a ride on the London Eye. How cute is that?

The interview went well–she actually remembered me, which was quite un-starlike of her–and the new mom of four-month-old twins spent much of the interview making faces at an adorable infant propped over his Daddy’s shoulder at the next table. She also commented on a little girl who went running by, trailing a long, pink feather boa. Suffice it to say the woman had children on the brain–yet she was just as glamorous as ever. Sigh. I do sound pretty star-struck, don’t I?

Photo by Matthias Vriens-McGrath

Rihanna! Not the one I did last week, but the one I did about a month ago; you can read the story here. It’s getting a ton of press, which is fun. It’s my last day in London and I’m not really ready to go. Just got an e-mail from my old boss at The New Yorker, David Thorpe. He’s British and it turns out he’s in London, so we’re meeting for lunch. I was his assistant in the early nineties, and I swear my only administrative duty was to keep him company in his office while we chain-smoked cigarettes. Here we are at my birthday party last year. David is one of those stealth people who has held myriad jobs, but I couldn’t tell you what, exactly, he does. He’s worked as a fine art mover, a marketing bigwig at The New Yorker, an ad exec, now he does something with the government. Apparently, he can’t tell me what it is or he’d have to kill me. Karyn is coming back to the hotel any minute and we’re going to poke around in a few local shops, then it’s off to the airport for my trip back to New York. Catch you on the rebound, London.