short report

[rm]

How to Steal a Million is a rather amazing film on all sorts of strange levels.
Kat bought me the handiest and most menacing advice book ever. You've all been warned.
There is much much Franz Ferdinand love due to Mira.
That creepy winged statue near St. John the Divine is, well, really creepy.
Kali goes to Rome tomorrow.
More Descensus letters to be posted momentarily.
And finally, while I missed Project Runway tonight, can I just tell you how much I adore Daniel V.?

Comments

[ladypeculiar.livejournal.com]

Dude, I saw it.

And you have NO IDEA how much you love Daniel V.

(As in-- he's the ONLY ONE who's not insane. I was holding out some hope for Nick, but no. He's the ONLY ONE.)

[rm.livejournal.com]

I bet he'll win -- because Jay was sort of the stealth sane person too.

[ladypeculiar.livejournal.com]

I don't know that he has the chops to WIN . . . (my money is on Chloe or Nick), but I think he'll saunter his hipster lil' ass on into the top three easy.

Santino . . . chewed out Michael Kohrs.

Dude.

[rm.livejournal.com]

Wow. I bet Michael Kors is waaaaay over his shit by now.

[rm.livejournal.com]

Also have you seen the "Free Tim Gunn" shirts over at projectrunway.com

[ladypeculiar.livejournal.com]

The talk at the end was basically Michael and Nina rolling their eyes over Santino's bullshit.

It would behoove Nick greatly to stop kissing his ass.