From The Right Bank To The Left Coast
I'm home. We went for drinks at Shutters Hotel on the beach in Santa Monica so I wouldn't suffer too terribly from what Gregg referred to as "Left Bank Disease." I did, somehow, manage to enjoy myself.
Still, "Left Bank Disease" (which I would define, not as homesickness, ý la Gregg -- but a tendency to bury one's head in a plate of foie gras so as to avoid shopping one's way to bankruptcy in twenty minutes) is preferable to the alternative here:
Luckily, we are not entirely lacking in chic French girls.
Or other merits.
Yes, I think I'll manage.
photos by Gregg Sutter (except the one of chic Emmanuelle at the Figueroa Hotel, which I took)
Hey Amy,
Glad to hear you made it back to LA safely. Looks like you are handling the transition pretty well.
Looking forward to your next visit.
Jason
Jason Stone at July 30, 2004 2:31 AM
Thanks, Jason...it was great. Still have to do a blog bit on our night chez Haynes with Eric, Nancy Rommelman, and her daughter.
And to other Paris-a-ficionados -- read Jason's blog. Click on his name for the link. Very good stuff on Paris. You might call him "The Un-Spano" (ý la "The Uncola" -- for anyone creaky enough to remember that ad campaign).
Amy Alkon at July 30, 2004 3:06 AM
Hi Amy! Welcome home! I'll be back in LA on Monday. Can't wait to see you. love, Lena
PS: NYC is a shithole.
Lena at July 31, 2004 9:42 PM
Not soon enough!
Amy Alkon at August 1, 2004 9:00 AM
Who is that total hottie?
Robby Dee at August 4, 2004 12:32 PM