Poor Crazy Sean Young

Sean Young

New York Times
Boldface
Crash
By CAMPBELL ROBERTSON
Published: March 7, 2006
Around 8:50 p.m., Pacific Time, SEAN YOUNG came skipping toward the photographers staked outside Morton's in Los Angeles, site of the Vanity Fair Oscar party.

JENNIFER ANISTON, one of the first arrivals, had just finished posing and flashed the paparazzi a peace sign. And there came Ms. Young in her wake, skipping. A few poses, a wave, and a dash inside.

Upon which: pandemonium. Barking into headphones. Yelling at guards.

One of the event organizers, a man more prickly than the hedges shaped to spell Vanity Fair in front of the restaurant, ran up to the security detail at the exit, warning them not to let anyone else inside.

Ms. Young, apparently, had not been invited.

Mr. Event Organizer told the publicists to lean into his mouthpiece and describe what Ms. Young was wearing, so she could be found inside the party.

A little after 9, he could be heard announcing into his microphone: "We got her."

A security guard then told us that Ms. Young was escorted out of the party, through a back door.

Alas, Oscar night.