Emma Thompson Just Wants to Make Us Laugh—and Maybe Get Arrested

Emma Thompson and I are supposed to be shopping for sneakers. I've primed her with visions of the kinds of "trainers"--if you're British, and she is--we'll see on today's tour of Los Angeles' hip streetwear stores, guided by me, a person who knows about neither Los Angeles nor the fresh kicks for which the cool kids will sleep on the sidewalk but never actually wear. Problem is, the first three sneakerhead meccas I'd mapped out had their graffitied gates down.

Emma Thompson and I are supposed to be shopping for sneakers. I've primed her with visions of the kinds of "trainers"--if you're British, and she is--we'll see on today's tour of Los Angeles' hip streetwear stores, guided by me, a person who knows about neither Los Angeles nor the fresh kicks for which the cool kids will sleep on the sidewalk but never actually wear. Problem is, the first three sneakerhead meccas I'd mapped out had their graffitied gates down.