they grow so FAST

seriously, the little one is almost as big as the big one . . . worried? no, not us. NOT AT ALL.

THESE:

want these. now.

week two, whew. . .

now that SEPTEMBER is in the can. . .
i can breathe for a few weeks.

that's right, kids. 'cause holiday is right around the corner.

this, i miss.

on the road this long,
i have to remember the color of his eyes
and put it with the sound of his voice on the phone.

the history of love, a quote

read this yesterday:

"yesterday i saw a man kicking a dog. i don't know what to call this, a place before tears."

flawless.

week one, done

just wrapped the second of the fall tv spots.
back to back days of models and motion control
(which, no, evelyn,
models and motion control do not have anything to do with each other.
and it is not tantric.
although matt the tatt does look good in those mirrors, don't he?)

arni and kinski, the icelandic directors
(i love that word: icelandic
it's impossible to say out loud
without really using your whole mouth.
try it.
ice lan dic.
shut UP, evelyn.)
were the best,
seriously the most collaborative and inventive i've worked with.
there is something to be said with developing relationships with a team
of really talented people.

and the models were in top form, and nina was back again. . . sigh, j'adore.

and i say j'adore because she's french, so it's ok, that's why.

we even had another litter of pit puppies to match print,
but no,
i resisted this time and did not bring another one back to my hotel room.

it MIGHT have had something to do
with something tim said about "two is enough"
and "leaving" me. . .
but i like to think it was merely self restraint.

next week, print. and several lovely days in dark editing bays. whee.

of course, did take today down and lay by the pool.

so, no, i can't complain. . .

an aston addition

well oiled, that's what you are,
come on, and ride, in my muscle car.

avecular

here she is, kidlets.

gettin big, gettin personality.

sweet and smoky, our little one.

MTV movie awards whirl

so, l.a. now.

last night was the mtv movie awards.
as sponsors, old navy, you know, got to go, hang, eat free food, green room it, celeb watch.

recap, roughly:

cameron - tall and gorg. blonde again thank god.
jessica biel - just gorg. freakin gorg. would love to see the clash of those titans.
rihanna - lip sync lives
sara silverman - way cuter than expected, way funnier, too.
josh duhamel - tall. tall tall. tim tall.
fergie - yellow and black nails.
chris evans - shortish. cute. not cute like "damn", but cute.

sara and i took sam (the model man) with us as a last minute add,
and lemme tell you,
having a male model hang with you all night. . . not bad.
he even introduced me to paris,
which was incredibly random. and gotta admit, she's pretty damn sweet.
talked with her for twenty minutes
(cause i know how to keep a conversation going. that's how.)
and was surprised.
never checked her blackberry. never looked over my shoulder.

the whole old navy crew was over the moon having fun,
the show was great,
and i got to see posh spice and jessica alba trying to find something to talk about,
and failing miserably.

so win win, all around.

transcontinental fashion dash

so, sitting in JFK,
slightly hung over,
after a two day whirlwind on production for fall.

came out tuesday, spent wednesday in meetings with chandelier,
(ok, lunch meetings with richard and sara. outside. at pastis.
it was SUNNY. we HAD to sit outside. stop judging.)
going over casting and sets and boards for the upcoming shoot in los angeles,
did some rapid window shopping,
bought nada
(ok, yes. there were moments when i wavered. there was a particularly difficult velvet terrycloth thom browne blazer in dove gray with white arm stripes. . . i might have tried it on. i might have contemplated a mad dash for the elevator banks at bergdorf's wearing said blazer. luckily, just bought that vintage car in need of restoration, kinda puts the kibosh on luxury goods for awhile.)

(and honestly, what boy hasn't stood in jeffrey's staring at that pair of camel patent fenestrier shoes with the white laces and thought "now THOSE would look hot with denim. or a beaten up pair of khakis. or, you know, underwear.)

weds night went with richard and sara to the gramercy park hotel for a charity quiz night
sponsored by oscar de la renta and vogue for darna.
(womens charity. foreign country. school or something. wasn't paying close attention.)
dressed up,
ran from room to room with the team answering questions
(how many eyes does a bee have? WHO CARES!)
bit through a champagne flute
(it was a moment of excitement. there were prizes involved.)
hugged on alexi
(lubomirski, our photographer/savant/creative)
met jacquetta
(wheeler, his girl/supermodel/
very tall and elegant the way only tall blonde supermodels can be)
came in ninth
(look, we beat michael kors' team, which was our main goal. long story.)
drank too too much of that champagne,
went to the soho house for dessert,
didn't get back across the street to the gansevoort until very late.

so i'm a little fuzzy here in the airport lounge.

and can't wait to get back to the tim plus two.

boarding soon.

and so we begin. . .

dunno. thought it would be fun. and indulgent. to talk about ourselves. and our dogs.

ok, stop rolling your eyes.

you should be used to it by now.

check in once a week,
we'll try to keep it current.

-L&T