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17th September 2010

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Yesterday I encountered the friendliest letter carrier of the Upper East Side.  First, she complimented me on my blouse and was happy to know that a store in the area had it in stock. Usually, when she asks someone where they purchased a particularly snazzy item of clothing, they respond “Europe” or that it’s been in their closet for decades. After making this last remark, she then looked at me closely with open, smiling eyes and declared, “You look just like that child. You know the one! You have the same slanted, downturned eyes.” Although I couldn’t be sure based on the vague description of said “child”, I did have an idea. It took her a minute or so for the name to roll off of her tongue like an ancient shibboleth: “Leelee Sobieski!” I nodded amiably. “I am sure you already knew that. I mean you do look at yourself in the mirror,” she chuckled as if we were old friends already equipped with an arsenal of inside jokes. “But really, how many times has someone said that to you before?” “Oh, quite a few.” The truth being that ever since the Helen Hunt doppelganger entered the public consciousness in the late 90s, I could not escape the, admittedly flattering, comparison. Although I am missing her ample bosom, downtown pretensions, and, thank god, a past love affair with Sean Lennon, the similarities are rather eerie. Stranger still, a diverse cross-section of America still remembers who Leelee Sobieski is! My celebrity double is a middling actress best known for what exactly? Best known for resembling another higher-profile actress. Above is a morphed image of Leelee and your’s truly. Note the specter of my full bang asserting itself on our morphed forehead.

Yesterday I encountered the friendliest letter carrier of the Upper East Side.  First, she complimented me on my blouse and was happy to know that a store in the area had it in stock. Usually, when she asks someone where they purchased a particularly snazzy item of clothing, they respond “Europe” or that it’s been in their closet for decades. After making this last remark, she then looked at me closely with open, smiling eyes and declared, “You look just like that child. You know the one! You have the same slanted, downturned eyes.” Although I couldn’t be sure based on the vague description of said “child”, I did have an idea.

It took her a minute or so for the name to roll off of her tongue like an ancient shibboleth: “Leelee Sobieski!”

I nodded amiably.

“I am sure you already knew that. I mean you do look at yourself in the mirror,” she chuckled as if we were old friends already equipped with an arsenal of inside jokes. “But really, how many times has someone said that to you before?”

“Oh, quite a few.” The truth being that ever since the Helen Hunt doppelganger entered the public consciousness in the late 90s, I could not escape the, admittedly flattering, comparison. Although I am missing her ample bosom, downtown pretensions, and, thank god, a past love affair with Sean Lennon, the similarities are rather eerie.

Stranger still, a diverse cross-section of America still remembers who Leelee Sobieski is! My celebrity double is a middling actress best known for what exactly? Best known for resembling another higher-profile actress.

Above is a morphed image of Leelee and your’s truly. Note the specter of my full bang asserting itself on our morphed forehead.

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