On a different note, I visited the newsstand on Larchmont (one of my personal favorites, because how can someone not like Larchmont? It's the perfect combination of yuppie, family-oriented, and euro-fab) I walked down the street peering until I came to the glorious cover of Gaga and Marc, Marc Jacobs that is. Anything Marc will stop me dead in my tracks--there is a billboard on Melrose over by his store of Marc without a shirt on (by golly he sure looks pretty). After my $10 purchase, which is pretty reasonable these days, I grabbed a cup of coffee and a chocolate scone. After my first sip of coffee and bit of scone I started leafing through the magazine, awing over the glossy pictures editorial photos. It wasn't until my second look through that I noticed my "V" was in Spanish. F*CK. I mean it's not that big of a deal because thankfully this magazine has a lot of photos, however there is an article with Woody Allen and I would really like to read, but guess who forgot to take the receipt? Yep, yours truly.
Moving on.
I also watched "The Big Picture", with Kevin Bacon, Teri Hatcher and Jenifer Jason Leigh, directed by Christopher Guest.
The costumes in this movie are so amazing and relative to this prairie girl/80's rocker theme we have going on at the moment.
