Hola México Film Festival kicks off at the Montalbán on Friday and I'm already three pages deep into the schedule picking my nights. Currently auditioning outfits instead of getting dressed for real. Come be my plus one, won't you?
Hola México Film Festival kicks off at the Montalbán on Friday and I'm already three pages deep into the schedule picking my nights. Currently auditioning outfits instead of getting dressed for real. Come be my plus one, won't you?
Snagged Beck tickets for the Greek, so Morning Phase is spinning while I make coffee like it's part of the pre-show ritual. Two more days of pretending to be patient. You'd hold my spot in the crowd for me, wouldn't you?
Up before the whole city and already drenched from this floor routine. Sunday mornings hit different when you earn them. You'd watch me stretch it out, wouldn't you?
Peter Hook playing the full Joy Division catalog tomorrow and I've had "Disorder" stuck in my head since I opened my eyes. Tell me you'd stand in the pit with me for this one.
One set left and my legs are already done with me. Talk me through it or talk me out of it?
Snagged a ticket to Masego at the Greek tonight, so now the whole day is just the long warm-up until doors. Come burn the daylight with me, won't you?
Chucho Valdés just turned a ballad into something I don't have a word for and I haven't touched my drink since he started. You'd forget the rest of the night too, wouldn't you?
Found a photography show I'd never heard of and this one print stopped me cold right in the middle of the gallery. What's the last thing that made you forget where you were?
Woke up with no plans and no intention of making any. Tell me you wouldn't just stay here.
Three tastings in at LA Wine Fest and this sundress is doing whatever it wants in the heat. Tell me you wouldn't be staring.