Paparazzi...Style salon stormed in WeHo! Brittany & Oscar beauties...

As I strolled up Santa Monica Boulevard last evening, I spied a posse of frenzied paparazzi swarming around the front door and picture window at Style nail salon.

With the Oscars coming up, a bevy of bodacious babes are about to get all gussied up for the star-studded red carpet event on Sunday (March 7th) at the Kodak Theatre in Hollywood.



Since the full press corps will be out capturing the well-heeled arrivals on camera - head to toe - guests of the 82nd Annual event are dashing into stylist's local showrooms for their final fittings, plucking up last-minute accessories to spark up their outfits - and yes - popping into salons for manicures.

In fact, pedicures are not out of the question either, when you consider that the glare of the spotlight will also be keenly focused on high-end "sensual" heels, open-toed designer boots of all persuasion, even sandals.

Style nails, in West Hollywood, was working at peak capacity yesterday as photo journalists and gossip tipsters strained at all available window space to snap scintillating shots of a few female celebs inside being pampered and gussied up for the big day.

 

"Who's inside?" passers-by were inclined to query each other with a good deal of curiosity when they caught the wild circus-like atmosphere outside the trendy little salon.

Pssst!

Her first name was Brittany!

Me?

I'm out rustling up snacks for Oscar's much-touted celebrity-filled extravaganza which I intend to take in from my upscale comfy digs at a popular Hotel  in Las Vegas.

Keep 'ya posted!

Sensusal underthings key!

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Fashion...may be injurious to your health! Quirky tips...

Today I was strolling through UCLA campus when I spied a gaggle of students queuing up for a free flu shot.

Because of a hectic schedule this past couple of weeks, I neglected to stop in for one at the local clinic.

Since CVS leases space to a qualified mini-clinic in their store on Westwood Blvd, I thought I'd stretch my legs a little and get a jab in the arm, before a nasty bout of the winter dregs descended on me.

As the technician prepared the vaccine, I noticed in their flyer that the nurse on duty was qualified to perform simple medical tasks which didn't require a Doctor's license.

I felt silly when a thought crossed my mind, but plunged ahead anyway.

"Can I ask you a dumb question," I asked hesitantly.

What's a person going to say to a silly request like that?

"Shoot!"

I prefaced my question by first noting that the medical affliction was a bizarre one.

Then, proceeded.

I pointed out that in the past couple of weeks - for some inexplicable reason - my belly-button (told you it was a zinger!) was swollen and sore to the touch.

"May I see it," she reacted without batting an eye.

When I lifted my tight-fitting "t" - designed by Abercrombie & Fitch (natch!) - I thrust out my less-than-toned stomach a tad so her keen eye could take a gander at the offending body part.

Her professional assessment jarred me!

The young beauty was familiar with the medical condition.

Whew, thank God!

In the back of my mind, I imagined that - just maybe - the doctor who delivered me screwed up at Toronto General a scant few decades ago (!) and I was just now suffering from the after-effects of a botched snip at the umbilical coil.

Just kidding!

The nurse noted that sometimes teen-age girls experience the same aggravating skin eruption when they wear tight jeans and hip-hugging shorts.

If the button (or buckle on a belt) is crafted in "nickel", she added, there may be an allergic reaction.

Have the Chinese slammed us once again with unsafe consumer products?

Recently, I purchased a couple of pairs of designer jeans, so her theory was conceivable! (no pun intended!)

"I recommend that girls take a bit of nail polish and swipe a bit on the side of the button next to the skin to prevent the problem from resurfacing."

A bit of make-up left-over from West Hollywood's Carnival would do the trick!

Long-term, though, I expect it may be a wise idea to snap up fashion outfits with plastic or bone buttons at the waistline, eh?

Either way, I trust I won't be sporting an unsightly mini-bump in the glorious ab zone of my 178 lb. frame - and likewise - scaring off potential dates next time I slip buck naked into the shower stall at the gym.