finding my way home -

i've been gone more than i've been here.
sometimes, it felt a little like i was set adrift.
like perhaps i would need some direction
after being sent to buenos aires and then so swiftly to new york.



then, i was back in the bay area.

and the girls were all over me, ALL over me, howling,
manic, furious, eager, forlorn.
i deserved it.
they were merely acting out what we were all feeling.

eventually,
together,
we got here:


i wish i could take them, and tim, with me. every time.

freeman's club, the last night's dinner -

ah, outside editorial people . . . how i adore thee.
you take me to fabulous restaurants down long and dingy alleys where only the hippest of the new yorkians venture. and there, amidst the hieroglyphs, my ultimate childhood fear manifested itself in the grafitti.
and it is angry, and an army as well!


thank god i was wearing sable.
all the better to prevent my own face from falling off.
(that was a fembot reference. don't get it? look it up.
i'm not your cultural majordomo, people, i am merely a channel for my own obscurity.)

but once inside,
it was cozy.
it was warm.
it was distinctly english country manor, a la gosford park . . .



neil, editor extreme, sara fisher (god, you should know HER by now. she's always popping up at the last minute in pics on here. . . ), and jeff ferruzzo, our editor/travel buddy, who was with us in argentina and set the look of all the episodes.

watch him, sarah. he's slippery.



look at them. just amused by it all. evil.


oh, jaime. maestro of our new graphics. mister motion graphics-fantastic.
watch jeff's hands.
he is not to be trusted.


alright. everyone calm down. i have posession of the "sila sawyer". the mastermind. she who holds the keys to the crew.



and that's how it all ended well.
see? happy endings all round.

i love a good story, don't you? yes, yes you do.
now go get me a drink. in a coupe.

look it up.

editing done right : Outside Editorial style -

perhaps it's the high tea. with scones. and agave syrup.
did you even know there was such a thing as agave syrup?
nor did i.
ah, knowledge.


between sessions of color correcting and more intense editing
(note spooky connie in background. i think she was channeling.
i HATE when she does that scary-ghost-child-from-the grudge-thing. hate it.)


the sunlight and food from kelly & ping's worked it's magic.


see? even the images came back happier:


i think we agreed. they know what they're doing on every level.
wait til you see their actual edit work!


that's it. everyone wave hi to todd!
HI TODD!

dinner at The Monday Room -

richard and sara insisted. INSISTED.

so we HAD to go out to dinner with them to The Monday Room,
which is a side restaurant that one of my favorite nyc restaurants, Public, recently opened.
think, "go in main restaurant, take left into tiny side room, eat food".


the food is kind of "high" tapas, bits and pieces of yum with sides of "argh" and just a soupcon of "mwah". mix in a couple bottles of champagne, and the evening was good to go:



helps that the booths were tight. and so were we.


we were then ripe for some late night window shopping:


oh lord. i just realized what the grafitti says under the window. nice.
i must still be drunk.

anyway, we wandered through nolita,
and as usual,i had my stalkers.


in the end, i just decided to follow connie home.
to the hotel, you pervs. the hotel.


wait. that didn't sound any better.

never mind. i must still be drunk.

teatime at Chandelier Creative -

oh god. this is going to sound SO pretentious. i mean, brace yourself, i'm goin on a bender here.

richard bought this silver tea service in buenos aires, and, well, we all went over to his offices to break it in. 'cause, you know, it's only proper. to break in the argentine silver tea service.


richard and sara continue to suprise us with their uncanny likeness with eighties pop culture icons. i mean, hart to hart? they are one mercedes convertible away.


the chandelier office is pretty great, too. i mean, it has it's own plane:


and a horse. lamp. horse-lamp.

new york city, mercer street style -

end of january, new york city light on the plaza. meanwhile, i'm downtown . . .


at the mercer hotel. where everything seems so much more . . . right.



maybe it's finding connie and kira waiting for you every morning to take you to the edit house.


maybe it's the violet leather chairs?


or sara in the afternoon?



i think i just kept smiling because for one whole week,
"home" was so chic and so perfectly serene.



all it needed was a pair of pit bulls,
and a tim under the magical chandelier. . .

the New Old Navy launch party, chelsea -

relaunching a brand is a big deal. takes tons of time. and, well, a really good party.

after a year of "building the bridge", michael cape and dawn robertson, my fearless leaders, decided it was time to pull the trigger, and announce the new old navy to the press, and, like the cast of gossip girl and heroes. seriously. hayden panettiere, blake lively, chace crawford, kristen bell ( i made her act with a puppet two years ago. figured i owed her a drink.) with natascha bettingfield performing, and d.j. am spinning.



so there we were at the eyebeam gallery in chelsea, dominating the night, more or less.
guess all it takes is a ton of great film and some video screens.


please to note: connie and i were going for the glamour. after all, you've all seen us in FAR too many tee shirts on this blog. we do clean up ok:


we three kings. queens. well, technically, both.
ultimately, we're the triad that makes the pretty happen on most levels:

ah, here i am with sheryl clark, our head merchant, and john wight, our vehicle god. long story. not involving actual vehicles. moving on . . .


beautiful kira:


NOT my new husband. giles, the maestro of the "behind the scenes" videos.
though, from the pic, not a bad back-up:


one of my favorite pics of us. we all look lucid. and kinda cute:


here's natascha on stage:


ah, lovely sarah ruba. seein double. of herself:


man, by the end of the night, everyone's dogs were barkin'.


naturally, we ended up in the lobby of the mercer at three a.m.
ordering food and sitting on the floor . . .


and yeah, these came OFF.


an artist's rendition of my night.
i know. what's with the claw?
i don't know either. whatever. party rocked. he was jealous.


see, now i'm thinkin i need to trim my nails. like four feet.