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Fictitious Fashion | Always One Foot Out the Door

November 22, 2012
My friend Jeffrey J. Rojas calls me up the other day and tells me that he’s got some invite he wants me to join him for. A preview of evening gowns designed by some Russian broad who I’m sure is able to “design” a collection thanks to taking her gown off for the right billionaire tycoon some
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Fictitious Fashion | No One Is Who They Think They Are

September 22, 2012
I promise this looks more comfortable than what it is. No, really! I assure you. It’s a bit ostentatious and I look completely ridiculous but I stand out, don’t I? It’s fashion, after all! I didn’t even want it but I was out killing time between castings and I bumped into Daphne (Groeneveld, not Guinness) and she was
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It’s Mad Hot Outside

July 11, 2012
Here’s what’s going on: it’s summertime in New York City, the heat is mad crazy and shit is getting serious. I don’t really want to talk about what happened earlier today but since you asked me “How are you” and I’m feeling in a particularly sharing mood, you’re gonna sit here and listen to just

These Lovers Know Each Other So Well

March 13, 2012
Rob: It was the damnedest thing because I’m pretty sure that she was trying to piss me off so I wouldn’t want to go out. I work on cars all day so I get dirty and when I get home, I just want to get out of my clothes and take a shower.  That’s normal. When

Curtis Sittenfeld’s “American Wife” Is Flawless

January 11, 2012
One of the things I love about reading is being transported to a different place by the author’s words. Not gonna lie, sometimes they create really complicated worlds that I’d rather not try to breakdown, so I create a sub-world in their world to better enjoy the book. A prime example? Stieg Larsson’s The Girl with

Fictitious Fashion | It All Comes Down to Numbers

December 19, 2011
  What was I doing but minding my own business while browsing through a wall of graphic novels at Forbidden Planet when this incredibly gorgeous (total sarcasm) dude comes up to me, grabs me by the arm and screams "Are you some type of J. Scott Campbell creation or what?!"    Naturally, I yanked myself
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