world domination, my blackberry (locked in a safe), people that have died in bath tubs, Ed Ruscha, Paris natives (of the male persuasion), sleeping on the floor at airports, picasso abstracts, black + white photo booths, Normandy, vodka champagne, sugar free popsicles, the manson girls, beating pinatas, Babe Payley, the beach in October, slumber parties in hotels (invite only), airplane food, henry miller, the french new wave, warm rooms, highballs, empty corridors, the ordinary instant, psychics, red lipstick, prank calling (ahem, soft model tresses...a 10th street specific).
the ghost of sharon tate and people who still live in manhattan.
It will be a biopic of Poison's Bret Michaels, starring none other than LiLo as the man who made 7th grade girls everywhere swoon over the romantic joys of "Every Rose Has Its Thorn," because it was a slow song and sounded so full of worshipful yearning that none of us bothered to listen to the actual words. AND the Santa's Enchanted Forest Theme Song in Miami. Genius.
Belle de Jour, The Eyes of Laura Mars, Heathers, and that scene where Richard Gere is laying out all of his ties in American Gigalo.
dynasty box set, smurfs, lindsay lohan's proactiv informercial.
"quiet times in clichy" henry miller, "nine stories" salinger, and my address book. note to salinger: stop pretending.
the lost boys and chelsea catania