I shall die here, every inch of me shall perish… except one. An inch. It’s small and it’s fragile and it’s the only thing...
Crank up the jazz, pour yourself a gin rickey, and try not to put too much faith in the stock market — we’re headed...
Who is that sad little person? Are we doing a before-and-after piece I don't know about? It's The Devil Wears Prada, and This Film...