It’s Britney, Bitch
Britney Spears is back. The pop tart ditched ubiquitous pops Jamie and brought some long-missing spice to the chichi shopping strip of Robertson Boulevard, to the delight of Hollywood’s posse pack, who no doubt had renewed visions of dollar signs and dalliances.
Rockin’ sunglasses and carrying her cell, ciggies and a lighter, she hit Paige for some jeans, then needed help from the WeHo po-po to head back to the car for a quick outfit change before din-din at Dominick’s. (Gotta have a fluorescent bra for that, right?)
Madness ensued. But really, ain’t that exactly the point?