![]() ![]() ![]() Gellar tailored this meeting much as she has the past decade of her life. “I swear that it’s the only time my kids ever thought I was cool.” “I lit that tree a few years back,” she says, eyes on the white fir suffocating in silver and gold. Here, Gellar is just another local mom - a regular, albeit one whose family vacations with the restaurant’s owner and who hosts the plaza’s Christmas celebration. But it is no slight, nor is it a coincidence, as she gradually lets on. Multiple scans of last-minute holiday shoppers reveal nary a turned head, and I’m starting to feel a little insulted on her behalf. The ladies who lunch keep occupied by their miso soups. Sarah Michelle Gellar PHOTOGRAPHED BY JONNY MARLOWĭespite this act of quiet heroism, Gellar’s presence goes curiously unchecked during our mid-December afternoon at a boutique mall in Los Angeles’ Pacific Palisades neighborhood. ![]()
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