So normally, when I'm not at The Annex, or on the injured reserve bench of life, I'm out sauntering through the city. Today was no different, and guess who I wind up bumping into, shooting for a new Fendi campaign, down on the Old Fulton Street pier?

Freakin' none other than the Daft Punk of the fashion world himself, Karl Lagerfeld. You know, Mr. Chanel, blah blah, mysterious weirdo with the classic white hair, black shades, and OJ gloves.

Anyway, after watching the shoot for about 15 minutes, peeping the official wine-glass-holding assistant, the countless do-nothing "gophers," and Mr. Lagerfeld in all his glory, I couldn't help but to conlude that. . .

"Damn, some people get paid f*ckloads of $$$ for doing absolutely nothing!"

Cheers to you, shady cool man with the killer gloves and bad-ass, extended bank account!

-Rainey

P.S. Not that I'm hinting at the slightest sprinkling of any salt-like residue on ANY playaz game.