What must life be like for Naomi Campbell, we wonder? Is life different for those who are, de facto, socially allowed to throw right-crosses and electronic gadgetry at unsuspecting mortals? Busting things the fuck up? Nutty as an Almond Joy? Do people look at you different if they know that you just might toss them a crisp right cross and follow that maneuver up with primal scream for no apparent reason (Exaggerated cough suggestiung feigned detachment)? Inquiring minds want to know why Naomi's so dodgy. From Thisislondon:
"Naomi Campbell threw a trademark tantrum when she was refused VIP access to a party for hip hop star Jay-Z last night.
"The supermodel, 38, arrived at 17 Berkeley Street unannounced, assuming the red carpet would be rolled out for her.
"But a fellow partygoer said: 'She arrived at the champagne reception and was surprisingly quiet, refusing any alcohol.
"'She looked like she was having a good time and was very calm - until people started to move into the dining area.
"'Naomi clearly thought she would get some dinner, but one of Jay-Z’s people told her she wasn’t invited and couldn’t go in.
"'At first she thought he was joking, but when she realised it was serious she couldn’t believe it. She stormed off screaming and swearing.
"'It was pretty funny to watch.'"
But from a distance, we imagine, never allowing Campbell to see the amusement on your face. Goddam, she's hott, that Naomi; the crazy, however, we could probably live without.
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