The Paris Catch 22
Published in The Sunday Times She waits for the waiter to pull her chair out, sits down as he pushes it in. She pulls her tight black leather dress down, her Hollywood legs still well exposed, and struggles to tuck one ankle behind the other. Four inch red heels are difficult to manage. Even for Mary Louise Parker. I’m watching her every move, covertly and calmly, despite being so close to someone so famous. I’m not used to this… Mary brushes her black hair behind an ear, showing me her cheek as she sits to the side. Her skin is as pale as the Parisian sky this October. The star of the series Weeds, she’d be a much better choice for a Tim Burton film. A rival to Bonham Carter. Parker’s posse swoon around her, knocking my chair as they pull out their own. At her table is one friend, one PA, one film assistant. Three women and Mary. Mary is sitting on top of my boyfriend. Basically. Seated with his back to her, at our table at this popular bistro in St …