I had two separate conversations last night, and it’s like they got together and had a baby this morning: a) that Zooey Deschanel got a new stylist sometime over the last six months, and she or he has been kicking ass, and b) there was this time that my friend Marissa and I were lost in Paris and we were helped by a drunk mime who lurched out of an alley eating a sandwich.

Meet that stylized mime baby.