Yoga Class at Lululemon 8/4

This Sunday August 4th, I'm teaching a free community class for Lululemon at the Americana at Brand.  We'll be out on the lawn from 9:30 to 10:30 AM - hopefully in front of Tiffany's, so you can have a breakfast of sorts with an Audrey.  Apparently there will be light refreshments - does that mean Pinot Grigio? - and of course, the opportunity to book it to Anthropologie to buy yourself a $180 scarf or what-not.  See you there!

(And in case you haven't spotted the irony in all this, here's the "Jimmy Kimmel Live!" sketch I did in March.) 

New Headshots by Dana Patrick Photography

Photographs by Dana Patrick

Hair and Makeup by Rachel Stolte

Bringing New Meaning to Hasbro

In pony-related news, the show "My Little Pony" now has a legion of male fans, dubbed "Bronies."  If the 20 and 30 something boys like the rainbow plastic horses, then hand them a tiny yellow brush and let them have at coiffing.  Provided, of course, these fanboys have taken the toy out of the box.

Happy Sad Foot

The sign turns slowly but determinedly, on one side showing a wounded foot stumbling on crutches; on the other side revealing a happy foot now able to wear sneakers on his own feet.  Why, where, how?  The Foot Clinic on Sunset Boulevard, of course; right next to the Comfort Inn (how auspicious).  Every time I'm stopped at the light I'm mesmerized by the sign, which telegraphs sorrow and relief in evenly alternating amounts to the tune of a he-loves-me, he-loves-me-not daisy pulling.  Is it an oracle, a promise, a humorous quip?  Why does he need crutches if only his big toe, sitting atop his "head," is broken?  When he finally is able to don shoes, why does he simultaneously think in terms of a pickup game of basketball and a white-glove cocktail occasion?  If the foot could speak, would he belt out "Amazing Grace"?  Was he once lost, and now is found?  Naturally.  No foot opens his mouth that wide for anything less.