Warning: No celeb was spared during the writing of this tongue-in-cheek stroll down the red carpet of fashion, fame, ego, and blinding glitter. Written by the man who isn’t afraid to tell Christina Aguilers her hairdo is a disaster, Red Carpet Diaries could make you feel you know more about Hollywood shtick than Nicole Kidman’s stylist. If you begin to get too much pleasure from Cojocaru’s lizard-skin-jumpsuited journey from ridiculed misfit to #2 on Cynthia Rowley’s speed dial, put the book down and turn on an episode of Antiques Roadshow to calm your heart rate. Also: do not try to operate heavy machinery while reading this book.
Indications: For relief of boredom, wistfulness, insecurity, and bad hair days.
Directions: Read the incredible story of Cojocaru’s rise from schoolyard joke to one-man celebrity status meter. Laugh, cry, lather, rinse, and repeat.
Active ingredient: Unadulterated fashion, style, and wit.
Imbued with style that is pure Steven, and packed with insider gossip from a man who spends his days chatting with Tom Hanks, Charlize Theron, or Sarah Jessica Parker, this irresistible memoir is a peek behind the glamorous façade to the real deal—the dirt beneath the red carpet.
Indications: For relief of boredom, wistfulness, insecurity, and bad hair days.
Directions: Read the incredible story of Cojocaru’s rise from schoolyard joke to one-man celebrity status meter. Laugh, cry, lather, rinse, and repeat.
Active ingredient: Unadulterated fashion, style, and wit.
Imbued with style that is pure Steven, and packed with insider gossip from a man who spends his days chatting with Tom Hanks, Charlize Theron, or Sarah Jessica Parker, this irresistible memoir is a peek behind the glamorous façade to the real deal—the dirt beneath the red carpet.
