Taking a walk down Spring Street a few minutes ago to buy seltzer and roach traps for my apartment, I spotted Martha Stewart! I'm pretty sure it was her, anyway: girlfriend was coming out of that lampshade store that no one goes to (update: wearing black capris and a crisp black shirt) with a couple of assistants, loading boxes into a black SUV. Somebody please get me the name of her dermatologist for future reference—thnx.