Wednesday, 02 July 2003 | Winona

Even though you know that famous people are essentially normal people, it doesn't make it any less strange to be standing next to Winona Ryder at a club. It's hard not to look at her, because your brain is asking you to look, asking you to get confirmation that she's really 3-dimensional, breathing, and human. You nonchalantly glance her way and notice the back of her bra poking out of her dress. You notice that she's wearing flip-flops. You see her face, and, yes, it's the face that you know, the face that you both expected and didn't expect to see. You connect her with things that you've read and seen, bits of information that your brain has independently decided to store. You leave her alone, as does everyone else, except, of course, with their eyes.