When it comes to privacy, fame can be a two-edged sword. Ask Ralph Fiennes – he wants to enjoy the perks of fame (like quickie stewardess sex in airplane bathrooms) but doesn’t necessarily want everyone knowing his every bump and grind. So what’s a celeb to do? Apparently, Chris Rock has it figured out – when in public, go slightly incognito. That way, people know you’re a celebrity and cut you a wide swath, but don’t get all up in your business when you want to be left alone.
The man who brought the “tossed salad” out of the kitchen and into the hearts and minds of America put this theory into practice earlier this week, when I spotted him out for a reflective early morning constitutional in LA’s Pan Pacific Park. Everyone’s favorite scatological humorist was strolling along, clad in a shiny Adidas track suit with yellow trim, matching sneakers, and (this is the important part) a teeny-tiny little white cowboy hat clamped down with a pair of enormous silver earphones that looked like he stole them from a baggage handler at LAX. Imagine Cowboy Curtis crossed with Flavor Flav, or a slightly less fab version of Cowboy from the Village People, and you get the picture. On anyone else, this particular clothing combo would suggest homelessness, blindness, or at least a severe hearing loss. But on Chris Rock, it was the perfect pairing of crazy-fucker weirdness and hip, activity-appropriate attire. Ralph Fiennes, take note.
– Chris May
(NOTE: I couldn’t find a picture of Chris Rock in a cowboy hat – go figure – so I included a shot of him dressed as a Depression-era WPA laborer, another fine quasi-incognito disguise.)