If you live in West Hollywood and are in a relationship, it’ll be a cold day in hell before your significant other okays a “Just in case, honey!” laminated list.  Chances are, at some point, the wannabe-object -of-your-affection will indeed cross your path, and then somebody’s going to get, ahem, screwed.  Just last night, A. and I were having a conversation in which I sheepishly confessed my…admiration for Emile Hirsch, who I have thought was the greatest thing since sliced bread for nearly five years now.  Turns out Emile is the new face of Valentino, and was out and about in Paris yesterday looking all dapper dandy, below: