Time for Sex: An updated Sex and the City trailer has hit the internet (although they’re getting taken down faster than I can find them). Here’s the summary: Carrie’s wedding falls through, Charlotte gets pregnant, blah blah blah. More importantly: Strands of big, Like a Virgin pearls are back, drapery-as-dress is a go for spring, and—good news!—fake flowers attached to your clothing can now be twice the size of your head.
March Madness: Los Angeles doesn’t have all the magazine’s content online yet but they did manage to create a Best of LA set of interactive brackets in which we are forced to choose between LA’s best features in match-ups that are obvious, ambiguous and ridiculous all at the same time. Example: Amoeba and Disneyland face off in the first contest. Voting for the first round ends February 25. To those of you debating The Hills vs. Getty Center, why not pretend they mean the show, just to make things more interesting.
They told me they fixed it: The galactic media is abuzz over a demolished, cocaine-ridden transport vehicle driven by one Landocalrissian Butler. Apparently his hyperdrive had been disabled and he was not able to make the jump to lightspeed before being apprehended by authorities. Once a smuggler, always a smuggler, I say, and at age 27, the timing is just about perfect. Says my brother, “I feel his pain.”
Award-winning: Something must be wrong in Hollywood. The Boulevard is closed, helicopters are circling, there’s metal debris all over the place, and bomb squads are patrolling the neighborhood. Looks dangerous. Let me know if you hear anything.
The Finnish line: I’m off tomorrow to the land of reindeer, saunas and Marimekko for a little over a week. Check back for semi-regular updates between shots of glögi, and if you have any must-sees for Helsinki, leave ‘em here.
Today’s Flavor of the Week is made possible by generous gifts from Spencer Cross, Eater LA, and Laura Kate Jones.
