Apparently not checking my website for 10 months caused me to miss out on the big news in Fitting, which was Christina Ricci doing some sexy fitting-in.
I fully support her newly discovered talent, but take exception to this activity being called #riccing. Hence this post will be filed under Fans Fit Too.
Sometimes in the dog days of summer, you just need to get in the fridge.
Thanks for the tip DSL.
Jessie is small and bendy. And she has cool jobs. She made her job at NYC Fashion Week even cooler by fitting in a… cooler!
Don’t you wish you could escape the heat and fit in a refrigerator?
I’ve been searching for awhile for someone who would let me try to fit in a cello case. It’s a big ask since a cello often is worth more than my car. Sonja M. offered up her case.
Here we go!
Are you mesmerized by my cello eyes?
Hmmm…. not as simple as it first appeared.
One more shot.
Perhaps delicate Emilie will fit better.
Try, try again. Mischa V. has the case for me.
My neck should fit there.
This is not as comfortable as it looks.
Why is this so difficult?
Well folks, this is as good as it gets.
Thanks to my trusty assistants Sonja, Emilie, the Pokorny brothers, and the Neave Piano Trio.
Special thanks to my trusty assistant David. David’s first job as intern was to put together my new filing cabinet and then carve eye holes in the box. You’ll go far David.
Introducing Professor Parker’s amazing bendy offspring…
Boys will be boys.
This post has been smoldering for awhile. It took a few months to sniff out the photos (note to self: use only my camera).
A great thing about my neighborhood is that everybody knows each other. We have a neighborhood contact list. And block captains. And block parties. I have never experienced this before.
On Independence Day they (the block captains?) get a permit to shut down the street to cars, and everybody brings food, and one of the People With Children rents a bouncy castle for the whole neighborhood, and everybody gets drunk by noon on Chardonnay, and nobody has to drive anywhere. It’s fun, in a suburbia kind of way. And people seem to like us.
Anyway, there’s an initiative here on the peninsula to raise awareness about the dangers of fireworks – like hey don’t shoot off bottle rockets and accidentally burn down an entire wilderness area. If you contact the fire department and let them know that you’re having a block party, they’ll send a firetruck to visit your block.
As this is a Public Relations effort, only the hottest of firefighters are out representing the department. Kids love it!
The ladies love it.
I too approached the handsome fireman for a picture.
But I would never objectify men. There is another item on the agenda.
Note: The key here is Surprise. If you ask permission ahead of time, people tend to come up with a reason to say No. But if you ambush someone with a strange but innocuous request, they’ll say yes before they can think of a good reason to say no. But you have to be fast about it. Hence, Flash Fitting. Take this guy for instance. He’s like, “What the F is going on here in the suburbs?” Happy 4th of July!
What’s behind door number one?
What’s behind door number three?
It’s a cello, it’s a Sara, it’s a Nina Lee!
Special thanks to my trusty assistants Tiffani, Drew, Nick, and Kim.
Do not try this at home! There was a moment of panic for my trusty assistant Jessie who thought I actually might suffocate. Not to worry; we had a safe word – Shazam!
Thank you Jessie!