“Meet him at the lobby entrance at 1 p.m. You’ll recognize him :)”
That’s the only instruction.
At 1 p.m., Benicio Del Toro wanders, a little hesitantly, into the Peninsula Beverly Hills. He has no entourage. He’s wearing a black windbreaker, an Oakland A’s cap pulled low over his tousled hair and those famous drowsy eyes. At 6-foot-2, he’s an unmissable presence in this gilded foyer. Then again, it’s Benicio Del Toro. He’d be unmissable in a snowstorm.
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