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"Let's See if Santa Exists"
I emailed Hounddog a really emotionally revealing email. And I’d love to regret it.
I feel like I should be kicking myself right now. Truth be told, however, his response will let me off the hook. If he responds in a way that hints at some kind of fear or reservation on his side, I’m completely done trying to make this thing work on any level. I will simply show up to gigs and that will be it.
If he responds in a way that demonstrates that he can see things in perspective and is not frightened by the revelation that I am human and capable of profound shades of weakness and pain, we’ll be buddies. … And probably no more of this making out sht.
Another example of how trailers should be made.
Granted, you can’t use the same style for every film, but this preview is almost entirely perfect for A Single Man.
Props to Tom Ford and, most of all, Colin Firth. Is this the film that will actually make Colin have some kind of impact on my libido? What does that say about me if he’s playing a gay man?
Well Played, Phillips. This is probably the sexiest technology spot ever made. (ELECTRONIC TATTOOS!)
Read the screenplay a while ago; so I know what I’m talking about when I say the trailer is shoddy and generic as hell, while the film itself (at least on the page) is anything but.
Emilie can act, but can sparkle-face?
The Art boys (and girl) with whom I boozed on Monday morning. (Damn. I love being grammatically fancy.) Highly recommended except for, you know … the fact that I had to be at work and functional just 5 hours after the bar closed.
Say Hi To Goodbye »
Daul Kim was, up until today, a well-established fashion model from South Korea with a dry sense of humor and penchant for collecting forks.
Today she was found dead in Paris.
I don’t know her deal. Suicide’s the rumor. That makes reading her blog kinda sad.
A dumbass commenter on NYMag.com wrote:
am not being superficial but i really wonder what would make them do this when they’re thin (am not talking about the ones affected by eating disorders), look fab in clothes and have so many opportunities open to them!!!
Like I said … dumbass. (!!!)
Because life is all about being thin (but not from eating disorders), looking fab in clothes and being shuttled around the world non-stop, not having a permanent home, sharing studio lofts with 3 coked-up model friends and trying not to feel objectified when, duh, it’s, like … your job.
If there’s one thing that really, seriously antagonizes me, it’s the blanket lack of understanding and stigmatization of depression. I cannot fking stand it. Realistically, there are many things that bother me more, but I find this particularly irritating because more than 50% of people in this country are undiagnosed depressives and these people are breeding!
I’m telling you, if my parents had gotten their sht worked out before bringing me into the world, I might’ve done something better with my life than becoming a writer/cynical media-head, plaguing the internet with tumblr rants.
