September 9, 2018
Written by Benjamin Ryan
“Don’t do anything stupid tonight,” Karl Schmid’s best friend, Chris Bair, said to him one Friday night in March as he was leaving Schmid’s West Hollywood apartment.
It was just a joke between chums, a teasing suggestion that Schmid might bust out and go wild in WeHo without Bair to keep him in check.
“I’m going to bed!” replied Schmid, ever the good boy.
But before he turned in, the 37-year-old Australian-born television entertainment reporter wanted to post on Instagram a picture taken of him earlier that day. In the shot, Schmid’s dashingly handsome face wears a “who me?” bashful smirk and a cocked eyebrow while a T-shirt emblazoned with the logo of the AIDS Memorial Instagram account hugs his sturdy, muscular frame.