Stipe’s Rich Pageant
Wednesday, April 24th, 1996Entertainment Weekly
God — or the Pope — knows what they make of him. On a winter morning in Rome’s upscale business district, maitre d’s and waiters are straightening tablecloths and preparing for lunch. And suddenly there he is — a wiry stick figure, his sweatshirt hood pulled down tightly over his shaved head, a scraggly [...]