We just returned home to LA to find a stack of mail, a DVR busting at the seams and a fridge so pathetically empty, we might have to eat baking soda for breakfast.
Our time in Sundance has come to an end, snowy summer camp is over and we’re already feeling the withdrawal.
There is a certain pulsating mania in Sundance that is magical. Five films a day, meals consisting of sugarfree Red Bull and Krispy Kremes, bathroom celebrity sighting and weather so cold it makes your jaw numb and your teeth hurt had become the norm for us.
Oscar and Gaultier and Vuitton, oh my.
For anyone who dreams in couture, lives for their stilettos and owns or can quote any of the following: Unzipped, Sex and the City and/or The Devil Wears Prada, The September Issue will be your cinematic journey to Mecca.