The sprawl of buildings that comprise the Los Angeles Convention Center has nothing to recommend it. For several hours I troll the pamphlets and tomes beneath the fluorescent glare, half excited, half revolted. Everyone craning to spot a star, a star's car, the turd the star's sharpei left behind. The crowd is equal parts fake porn star breasts, coke dealers, and starry-eyed adolescent girls dressed to seduce, suddenly the burkha makes beautiful sense. at a movie star twenty yards away.

Source: The Star May 25, 2019 12:11 UTC