Girl Crush: Jenny Slate

Self Esteem: Jenny Slate from Dean Fleischer-Camp on Vimeo.

And sometimes remembering will lead to a story, which makes it 
forever. That’s what stories are for. Stories are for joining the past 
to the future. Stories are for those late hours in the night when you 
can’t remember how you got from where you were to where you are.
Stories are for eternity, when memory is erased, when there is 
nothing to remember except the story.
                                                              -The Things They Carried

Clark

While doing research for the 1930's-era play I'm designing, I came across this picture of the late, great Clark Gable:

Doesn't he look like a young, pre-grey George Clooney?  Swoon!

Just--This.

Paris, tu me manques!

I'm back from a lovely weekend staying with Paris friends in Chicago (pictures coming later), and the visit left me feeling oddly detached. It was so much fun catching up and reminiscing about our petit vie français, but now I feel all mixed up to be back in Charleston with suddenly reawakened feelings of Paris-sickness. I can't help but feel that I didn't appreciate the short time that I had there, and I can't begin to imagine the next time I'll get a chance to go back. 

In Chi-town, getting down

So apparently the MoMA and I had the same idea for our pumpkin. . .

Here's mine:

And here's their's:

ha, ha. . . . . . . . . . . . .ha.