I walk this Earth looking for a man that resembles Lindsey Buckingham circa 1977. If you see a man that looks like this, please let me know.

The dude still looks hot at 60! I caught a Fleetwood Mac show about 5 years ago and couldn’t take my eyes off the man. Stevie who?!

He still wears low v-necks!

Let’s analyze, shall we? That hair! Those eyes! Those angry, minimalistic lyrics! That odd way he moves stiffly while playing guitar!

No better way to get your Lindsey fix than “Holiday Road” from NATIONAL LAMPOON’S VACATION.

Sshh…you know you love it!

and this is what our child would look like…(thanks for Buzzfeed for showing me Makemebabies.com)…

Is this creepy?

Movies about New York City made me want to live there. Movies about L.A. made me never want to go there.

So I move to L.A.

After quickly getting acquainted with the City of Angeles, I began to shovel in movies about it. Each one seemed like a love letter to the city. Sometimes a sweet and nostaligic love letter, sometimes a fucked up, hateful one about a love affair gone wrong.

And it’s the fucked up ones that make me proud to live in this city. The even better ones make downtown look romantic (oh, how I was deceived!)

1.) L.A. CONFIDENTIAL
2.) BOOGIE NIGHTS
3.) JACKIE BROWN
4.) BOYZ N THE HOOD
5.) BEVERLY HILLS COP
6.) THE PLAYER
7.) CLUELESS
8.) REPO MAN
9.) COLLATERAL
10.) THE BIG LEBOWSKI
11.) MULHOLLAND DRIVE
12.) WHO FRAMED ROGER RABBIT
13. ) TRAINING DAY
14.) SWINGERS
15.) DEVIL IN A BLUE DRESS
16.) FRIDAY
17.) SPEED
18.) VALLEY GIRL
19.) TO LIVE AND DIE IN L.A.
20.) L.A. STORY
21.) TO SLEEP WITH ANGER
22.) LESS THAN ZERO
23.) FLETCH
24.) MI VIDA LOCA
25.) CRASH

I’m happy to see that MAGNOLIA and GRAND CANYON (more…)

Last night, as I sat staring wide-eyed, open-mouthed at Marlon Brando’s solid, sculptured arms and chest in A STREETCAR NAMED DESIRE, I tried (key word “tried”) thinking of the other cinematic performances that have captivated me in such a way. Performances where the actor has utterly and completely embodied their character. Where you’re watching the film and you think there is no actor, only this character. This character is real.

Here are my top 5 favorite performances by a male (in no particular order):

1.) Marlon Brando as Stanley Kowalski in A STREETCAR NAMED DESIRE-
I don’t give a lot of actors credit, but this guy….fuck!…he is so good. There is no eloquent way to put it. He WAS Stanley. The way he moved, the way he talked, the way he delivered- all looked so effortless.
Below is the famous “Stella!” scene. So sexy!

2.) Gene Wilder as Victor Frankenstein in YOUNG FRANKENSTEIN-
One my all-time favorites. This film was chocked full of terrific performances (Marty Feldman, Cloris Leachman, (more…)

The apartment was covered in drawing paper taped to the walls. In what looked like children’s handwriting, the words “Don’t give up” lined the room.

“Want a pair of my cowboy pants?”

These words broke me from my daze.

“Oh, um, sure?”

He guided me into his barren spare room that had only a tool bench and a closet full of jeans.

“I think we’re the same size. You can borrow them anytime.”

“Oh, ok. Thanks.”

We sat down on his couch and he picked up his guitar. I couldn’t look at him anymore. He was winning me over, so I tried to keep my focus on a used piece of floss lying on the coffee table.

I didn’t want him to get under my skin. For all I knew, this was all an act.

Lauren, just keep reminding yourself that he did it, whether it’s true or not.

Before I left that afternoon, I asked him what he had done for Thanksgiving that week.

“Oh, it was Thanksgiving? I bought a chicken from Gelson’s and drove up to Ojai and ate it in the woods.”

I smiled and patted him on the arm.

As I left, he said,”Maybe we can (more…)

I’ve never seen “Gossip Girl”. I’m not sure I really care to.
However, there is one thing that interests me about the show- the clothing.
I have to say. Those “OMFG” and “Mind-blowingly inappropriate” posters got my attention.
Not because of the stupid kids copulating in them, but because of a single bow-tie.

The character behind the bow-tie is quite cute (in fact, he reminds me of a gentlemen I occasionally see who will never ever date me….sigh). While waiting at the stop light at Lincoln and Venice today, staring at the 20th “Gossip Girl” poster I’ve seen that morning, I asked myself, “Are you actually attracted to the man or to the bow-tie?” It sounds like a silly question, but I’ve found myself so intrigued by the picture that I want to WEAR the bow-tie. It’s not just the bow-tie either, it’s the whole look. The suspenders, the white loafers, the scarves, the modern-day Gatsby in the Hamptons look.

Can a person just be attracted to clothing? What is it about the bow-tie (more…)

It’s a good day. Work is busy. David Byrne is playing on KCRW. I’m about to have a burrito from Trader Joe’s.

Found this interesting article on Huffington Post. It’s from NY Mag. They’re saying that Buffalo, NY is the new NYC. Cool for Buffalo considering they’re usually the butt of a lot of Upstate jokes. Read somewhere recently that Buffalo is still one of the good places to buy real estate too.

Read it here!

“So what time do you want to meet on Saturday?”

“Same time, Mr. W. I wasn’t expecting to hear from you. What made you-“

Click.

I show up, same spot, same time, same tiny man in Wayfarers standing at the entrance.

The walls were lower now. For hours, he told me stories about his childhood, about standing in front of Paramount at three years-old dancing for the executives that walked in and out of the front gate. He told me how his parents would lock him in a closet. He spoke of abuse both at home and on the set. Back then child protection laws did not exist on films. He told me that his mentors were Bogart and Mitchum, how Brando and he despised each other, and how for a long time he was on dope and angry. And I realized that I heard all of this before.
Mr. W had told all these stories before in interviews. I realized then that he was indeed a very good actor which later made me question every single maneuver he made with me.

After breakfast we drove to Beverly Hills while he reminisced about (more…)

Thanks to my favorite website Buzzfeed, I discovered this terrific website called Yearbook Yourself.
It’s exactly what the title implies! Enjoy!