When Bre Graham found herself in a nail salon next to Jeff Goldblum’s wife,she couldn’t have predicted what happened next…It wasn’t that long ago, but it was in the days before Instagram and smartphones with cameras. I was wandering around the Lower East Side in unusual York City in the middle of January. It was a freezing Sunday afternoon and most things seemed closed. All the shop lights were dimmed with their windows steamed up. I saw the familiar bright lights of a nail salon at the finish of a street and knew that a manicure can create even the greyest of days a bit brighter.
Just as I started to settle into my huge massage chair for a manicure and pedicure combo, and I remember thinking how blissful I was to see that I was the only person in there. Nail bars are universal in their aesthetic; I sipped tea and started flicking through the polish-flecked magazines,when I recognised a familiar laugh among the chatter of Vietnamese soap operas. I looked up to see Jeff Goldblum, who at 6ft 3in seemed to tower over everything, and which now seemed miniature in the small salon. He walked into the shop with his wife,the lovely Emilie Livingston, who said hello and sat down next to me.
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Source: guardian.co.uk