Celebritys falsas (New York + Justin Bieber)

Brett Cohen, un ciudadano anónimo estadounidense, decide hacerse pasar por famoso por Times Square, paseando con 2 guardaespaldas, 2 asistentes y un grupo de fotógrafos que hacían de paparazzis. Su objetivo era un pequeño estudio sociológico en el que ver la reacción de la gente ante un supuesto famoso que desconocen, así como ver sus respuestas a preguntas como "¿de qué conoces a Brett?" o "¿cuál es tu película favorita en la que sale?".



Tret de: http://www.meneame.net/story/falso-famoso-nueva-york

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

 William Shakespeare - All the world's a stage (from As You Like It 2/7)

"Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that 
struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more: it 
is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."
 Macbeth Quote (Act V, Scene V).