SIPS

The heist has captivated L.A.’s jewelry industry, whose epicenter is St. Vincent Court, a bricked alley in downtown where jewelers congregate to trade gossip between sips of espresso.

Josh Homme sips a Modelo the other night as he sits amid the vibey greenery behind Brain Dead Studios on Fairfax Avenue.

Some guests recited poetry, while others freestyled between sips of tea.

But today, sitting in the sunlight garden of a quiet Cannes hotel blocks from the action, Ramsay smokes and sips coffee contentedly.

He slouches casually on the velour sofa between bites of granola and sips of black coffee.