Somehow I found myself in San Jose -- where temperatures broke 100 degrees yesterday -- bringing the average age way down at the San Jose Stage Company's final performance of Idols of the King. Read more »
I'm in so much shock over this week's Project Runway elimination that it took me an extra day to post. How sad was saying goodbye to Malan -- who was edited to look like a potential villain in the casting special, a snob in episode one ... and a sob-story softie in episode two, his swan song? Read more »
Praised be to the gods of fashion and addictive reality television ... season three of Project Runway is here.
First challenge: create a look using only materials found in the designers' apartments (think IKEA ... lots of IKEA). Alas, San Francisco's own Stacy Estrella was OUT. Blame her creation, an ill-fitting shower-curtain gown, or blame her personality, which didn't seem quite hysterical enough to generate train-wreck television (for that, turn to C.C. Read more »
First off, I can bitch about the ridiculousness of the Golden Gate Bridge effect, the absurdity of setting so much of this movie in SF when they actually shot most of it in Vancouver (it looks pretty faux, to boot), and the narrative mishaps that leave me, the onetime X-Men semi-superfan, uncaring about whether Jean Grey/Phoenix lives or dies. Read more »
Gary Meyer of the Balboa is at this year's Cannes Film Festival. Here is the second of his reports.
What a day! They’ve moved things around. Problems with my accreditation badge mean I can’t get into the movies. Offices that used to be in the Palais are at the other end of the Croisette, a 20 minute walk. The lines are huge and don’t seem to move. Finally I get my problems cleared up but every screening is full. Even my friends connected with some movies can’t get me in. The day is almost over and I haven’t seen one film yet. BUZZZZ. “Good morning. This is your 7am wake up call. Read more »
Gary Meyer of the Balboa is at this year's Cannes Film Festival. Here is the first of his reports from the Croisette and the theater trenches:
Getting there -- No snakes on the plane
The trip to Cannes always starts when I board the plane in San Francisco, looking to see if anyone I know is aboard. The 747 was huge but full exploration didn’t reveal any obvious candidates for the Festival.
Once in Paris things change. Read more »
The secret fantasy straight from the deepest, darkest part of every mad shopper's heart -- your favorite designer opens a boutique right down the street from your humble hovel. That came true last week for me and oodles of other Asian American fashionistas from the Richmond when the new Marc by Marc Jacobs boutique threw open its doors at Fillmore and Sacramento on May 3. Guess who'll get first dibs at the clearance rack? Bliss!