the way i feel about this one film in production abroad is how i imagine reporters felt in 1962 getting little dispatches from the cleopatra set (which is to say: i'm INTRIGUED)
today's apartment browsing has somehow led to this unit on central park west that simply feels made of cocaine to me
the sunken living room! the BUILT IN WHITE LEATHER BANQUETTES, the gold trim...i want to wear a halston jumpsuit in here and serve shrimp cocktail and make bad decisions about paint colors
it's been on the market for like almost a year and i have to wonder why but perhaps it is because it absoLUTELY feels haunted by a tragic 1970s socialite