Goodbye, goodbye, Davy Jones. As weird as it sounds, the Monkees are a big part of my life, and this is a sad day for me. Davy was a sweet guy and a real entertainer. I love his voice, dancing, and crinkly eyes when he laughed. He will be missed.
February 2012
I’m on pins and needles waiting for the premiere of Mad Men season five. It’s coming almost a month away, so I can finally begin a proper countdown. After waiting—what is it?—almost a year and a half, I am so excited to get back to everyone’s classy-but-messy lives…
Well, you’ve got your diamonds, and you’ve got your pretty clothes, and the chauffeur drives your car; you let everybody know | Your mother, she’s an heiress, owns a block in Saint John’s Wood | And your father’d be there with her if he only could | But don’t play with me, ’cause you’re playing with fire
Oscars! Oscars! Oscars! The time of year when I get angry and throw things at the TV. Tonight I am cheering for all things Woody Allen, with maybe a dash of Jessica Chastain and Pina thrown in. And it would be nice to see Hugo sparkle a little, too. Everyone watching, enjoy! Champagne clink.
A few years ago, I was actively working on a mammoth screenplay that dealt with controversial art, what makes it art, and who gets to answer that question. During the writing process, I had a blast doing research on contemporary artists. I don’t think I’d submersed…
It was François Truffaut who said she had to be unlocked; that there was in her “something that was ready to give but also refused to unbutton”.
A love of my life, Kate Moss. She’s featured in this month’s issue of W, presented as “Good Kate, Bad Kate”. I’d take her any way she came. Good or bad, I don’t care. This gorgeous editorial is one of the best I have seen in awhile, maybe since Nick Knight’s “From Jazz Age to…
Our dear friend McKinna Hahn has been creating headdresses for awhile, and she is now selling them through her company, Ceremony. Her romantic, otherworldly pieces call to mind Egyptian queens, movie costumes of the silent era, fairies, and Russian…
Recently I finished re-reading Tom Brokaw’s fantastic 2007 book, Boom! Voices of the Sixties. If you haven’t read it and are interested even in the slightest in the history of that time period, I highly recommend it. As someone who has been studying the…
Yellow is the color of my true love’s hair in the morning, when we rise | That’s the time I love the best | Blue is the color of the sky in the morning, when we rise | That’s the time I love the best | Green is the color of the sparkling corn in the morning, when we rise | That’s the time I love the best…
You are so very lovely, Jessica! I don’t just have a style crush on this girl, I have an everything crush. Besides her obviously amazing taste in clothes, her blog is great—you may find a photo of an adorable child posted above a a photo of delicious-looking food, posted above a photo of a sexy bustier…
Love this. Love the song, love this dude’s teeth, love the lyrics, love Kimbra’s sexy back and adorable hair, love the instrumental arrangement, love the video editing, love the idea. Guess all I need is love.
Whether you spent Valentine’s Day with your sweetie, your family, a friend, a group of friends, or ignoring the whole day altogether, it definitely happened. And if you were anywhere in Los Angeles, you know it happened in a very crowded way. Amber and I both decided…
Love amongst the workplace, the suburbs…parallel universes, the supernatural, and murder. When done correctly, I adore TV couples, but they have to be really, really good to work. It takes just the right amount of good writing, good acting, chemistry, likable faces, relatability, and…
