On Tuesday I happened to be passing St. Paul's Cathedral on the seven-month, ten-day anniversary of Alexander McQueen's death (not one-year, not six-month, not his birthday) just ten minutes before the British Fashion Council's memorial service in his honor.Celebrities were there. They were photographed. Some wore McQueen clothes.Most of them just wanted to be left alone. Just like they would if they'd flown halfway around the world to attend the 222 day memorial of any of their non-famous business acquaintance's deaths.At one point, I thought I saw Sharleen Spiteri from Texas, but I'm not sure if it was actually her.And that was it. The whole thing was pretty depressing. Not that you'd know from the crowd.Oh, one thing though. I got a good example of how newspapers distort things: A lot of the news stories about the memorial used this pic of SJP "crying." I took this photo about 45 seconds later:She doesn't look too bummed to me. She looks more like she's hurrying down a red carpet, responding to Joan Rivers asking, "Who're you wearing?"After the service I went to the toilet inside St. Paul's. This was the hand soap, which was also depressing. Oh, and sorry to the people who I freaked out when my camera flash went off in the bathroom. I was taking a picture of soap, not your wieners.JAIME LEE CURTIS TAETE
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