This photo was part of the set from yesterday’s shoot. I imagine in some alternate universe there’s a Matt Shevin that’s married with two kids, has a family cat, blogs daily about working for his father-in-law’s jewelry business, attends workshops that help him with his bridge game and wants me to find him and kill him.
The very sink I so desperately covet. I wonder if this is how Bill Gates scrubs up after dropping a deuce.
My stage kids wrote me these notes at the end of the day. I’m thinking about scanning them, turning them into brochures and handing them out to the ladies. Who would’ve thought seven year olds would make such great wingmen?Even earlier call-time tomorrow. Sleep-deprived entry to follow.
