Beth Hitchcock

Glam, Bam, Thank You, Ma’am

Celebrity scribblers long for a real connection with the stars. All they get is a quick roll in L.A.

Atop a warehouse, high over Santa Monica Boulevard and just under the shadow of the Hollywood sign, a ghetto blaster blares the chorus of Elvis Costello’s “This Year’s Girl.” The view is panoramic, and each surrounding building looks like a confection of sugar cubes, glazed with pale pink frosting. Late afternoon sunshine casts a warm, […]