January In April or All Bets Are Off

Larchmont Village is around the corner from where I live.  It's a charming block of cafes and boutiques, on Larchmont between Beverly and Third.

One of the features of life in LA is you sometimes see celebrities.  But one thing I'd never seen, outside red carpet events, is paparazzi.  Yet there I was, yesterday, walking down Larchmont when I noticed five men with cameras standing around.  Then a blonde came out of a building pushing a baby carriage and they jumped up and started shooting.  She put the baby in the car as they were snapping away.  She pulled out and I bet she had to be careful not to run any of them over.

It was January Jones, of Mad Men fame.  Someone--who would do such a thing?--must have tipped them off.  What impressed me most was how she acted as if they didn't exist.  I guess she gets it everywhere she goes. (When it stops is when you worry.)

I'm not sure why they were so interested, though I guess a lot of sheets will pay money for Jones with her child.  She gave birth last year and apparently hasn't yet revealed the identity of the father.  Still, what a way to make a living. On both sides.

By the way, without the hair, makeup, etc., she doesn't look much like Betty Draper. I probably wouldn't have noticed her if not for the photographers.