#AlwaysChasingTheWhiteRabbit

Tuesday, October 24, 2017


photo credit: Joshua Franzos
 ...and never really catching him.

I used to collect stuff. I believe Andy Warhol said two of anything is a ready made collection. In my twenties, it seemed like I collected everything, pretty easy when you work at an auction house. I collected Victorian post mortem pictures and old apothecary jars and coins. Furniture. Books. Art. Clothes. Shoes. Stamps. Skeleton Keys. Iron bottle openers. Tools. Fabrics. Sewing Machines. Glass. Porcelain. Music. DVDS. Lanterns. You name it. Having so much stuff was a joy then. It showed off my hard work, my thrifty, savvy ways, or how cultured I was trying to be. I think I was probably trying to define myself as an adult by playing house. I finally arrived at the doorstep of adulthood at age 29. I shed a lot of things that year. A marriage. Some weight. A lot of stuff. I thought I'd miss it, but I didn't. It was almost as if I was cutting away the parts that didn't make sense anymore, much like a reductive sculpture where a stone cutter starts with a block of marble and ends up with a contrapposto statue.
photo credit: Joshua Franzos

photo credit: Joshua Franzos

photo credit: Joshua Franzos

By and large, I've stopped "collecting." I've hung onto some artwork, knowing full well I could liquidate it at any moment if the market's right. I still have a drawer full of skeleton keys somewhere. I've drastically cut down on the physical books and music due to the digital age of things, but books are a bit of an occupational hazard as a writer. I *try* to only own the ones I return to time and time again. I'm also doing that with the clothes and shoes...keeping only the ones I return to time and time again. I guess, I also technically have a collection of dogs, since we now have 2. But besides that stuff, there's one other thing I sort of collect. I also have this weird non-collection of white rabbits. I say non-collection because I don't actually own any. Nothing physical anyway. It's pretty much just digital copies of white rabbits.

photo credit: Joshua Franzos

It's a fragmentary and fleeting thing, but the white rabbit keeps coming back in a variety of forms. One might say I'm haunted. Just the other day, I was re-reading Stephen King's On Writing. Wouldn't you know, he mentions a white rabbit in there. While in California, I kid you not, I averaged about three white rabbit sightings a day. But it's not just me. Once people catch wind that you collect something, *that* is typically what you get as any gift. Forever. I half expected to receive gift box, after gift box full of white rabbit figurines into perpetuity. But in all the years that I've been following the white rabbit, I haven't received one (happy dance). But, people often do send glimpses of him my way. Most recently, a contractor friend on instagram sent me a video of white rabbit wallpaper from a house he's going to remodel. I receive random, out of the blue, texts from friends that spot him. My husband sends them to me. I never really stated my catch and release policy, but it seems everyone's on board with it. Everyone but myself.

photo credit: Joshua Franzos
 I saw a pair of sneakers I adored. They had white rabbit ears for a tongue. They were crazy expensive for a pair of white sneakers that I would inevitably trash, but I couldn't stop thinking about them. So I looked to the Chinese market. I found a pair for 5% the cost of the other pair. The reviews said they run small, so I, size 38.5, sized up to a 40. I received what could only be a size 36. I should've known better than to try and own a pair of white rabbits. After I curled my toes under for these pictures I gave the white rabbit sneaks to a small-footed friend. 

photo credit: Joshua Franzos

There's a well known aphorism, If you love something, set it free...you know how the rest goes. Lesson learned yet again. I find real joy in seeing how many times the universe cares for our paths to intertwine.  So here's to the endless chase for those ideals that keep us chugging along and staying curious.Curiouser and Curiouser.

photo credit: Joshua Franzos
What I Wore:
Hat: Pittsburgh Pirates
Top: past season, Zara.
ripped jeans: Express, here.
backpack: Hex, here!
aviators: Ray-Ban, here!
Phone case: Moschino 2015
shoes: somewhere far, far away in China.




Your Bosom Friend in Pittsburgh,



Perpetual Purse Bachelorism

Tuesday, September 12, 2017










Purse Swingers:
A Feminist Fashion Blogger's 
Parody of Jon Favreau's 
Movie, Swingers


by 



Meryl A. H. Franzos






August 15, 2017
3rd Draft



1    EXT.  DOWNTOWN PITTSBURGH - NIGHT 
 
 

    The soundtrack opens with Frank Sinatra's "Fly Me to the Moon,"  but it's sung by the Girasole wandering guitarist. 


   A HELICOPTER SHOT OF THE PITTSBURGH.
 
   The pool of golden light disintegrates into a thousand
 points of light as we rapidly zoom past downtown to the neighborhood of 
 Shadyside.
 
 We are just above the tops of the highest buildings as we approach the
 street lights on the corner of Walnut and Copeland.

 
 We are heading north at tree top level. A warm glow quickly grows into a trendy
 neighborhood which includes coffee shops, bookstores, and clothing stores.

 We drop to eye level as we spy on the sidewalk of an Italian restaurant.
 
MATCH CUT TO: 
2    EXT.  "GIRASOLE" RESTAURANT - OUTDOOR CAFE TABLE - NIGHT 
MERYL takes a sip of her glass of wine and looks uncomfortable. She is listening. 
She sits across from herfriend, OLIVIA, at a cafe table. Olivia is talking. The moon glows 
above the trees and lights twinkle in the background. Girasole is alive with 
beautiful people, clinking silverware, and a wandering musician just 
ending his rendition of Frank.

OLIVIA
I just want to see you happy and settled.


MERYL
(sighs and looks away)
I just can't seem to find the right one.

Beat.

MERYL
(pulls up a picture on her phone)
I still think of him.

OLIVIA
Of Christian?

MERYL
Yeah. He walked out of that party with someone else.
There were no words. No closure. Nothing.
He just vanished.
OLIVIA
(tired of her friend's inability to move on, finishes glass of wine and plunks purse on table)
That was six, nearly seven years ago.
Beat.


MERYL
(Oggles new handbag)
Wow. Bravo friend! What's a girl gotta do to find a nice bag like that? 

OLIVIA
(waves to waiter for check)
Easy. You just need to get back out there.

MERYL
It's been so long, I don't know what to do anymore. 
I need a wingwoman.



Waiter drops check on table, Olivia hands her credit card and the check back to the waiter.


OLIVIA
I'm in a relationship, I can't be out carousing with you--Hey, you going to Joanie's baby shower tomorrow?

MERYL
(wrinkles nose)
Do I have to?

OLIVIA
Since, I'm hosting...Yes, you have to. 

Waiter hands bill folder back to Olivia. Olivia signs.

MERYL
(chugs entire glass of wine)
Then I guess I'll be there. Thanks for the vino. veritas.


DISSOLVE TO:
 
3    INT.  JOANIE'S SHOWER - DAY   


Close up on blue hydrangea bouquet that Meryl carries into Joanie's home. Meryl's wearing a leather jacket and jeans. She sets the bouquet by a pile of gifts. Beautiful women are everywhere, eating cake, and drinking bellinis and mimosas and wearing lacy dresses. Blue balloons and streamers decorate the primarily grey and white great room of a suburban McMansion. Women gather around JOANIE, a glowing, beautiful blonde that is seated in a lounge chair, with a beautiful box in front of her. Blue satin ribbons fall alongside it.

OLIVIA
(steps in front of Meryl)
 Nice of you to dress up. We're serving bellinis or a mimosas. What's your poison?

MERYL
Do you have any whiskey? 

OLIVIA
(Puts hand on hip)
Brown liquor at 10:30 in the morning?

MERYL
(shrugs)
You can splash some coffee in there if it makes you feel better.

OLIVIA
(bats her hand in the air at Meryl to get away)


JOANIE
(looks up and her eyes light up)
Meryl! You came!

MERYL
(places a peck on her cheek)
Hi there! How's the new momma doing?


JOANIE
(looks lovingly at the box full of white flannel and tissue)
My life is forever changed. You want to see him?

MERYL
You know I do. 

Women at the shower gasp and circle around Joanie as she parts the white dustcloths and carefully lifts out a  tiny, Louis Vuitton wallet and cradles it like a baby. The women coo and squeal. 



MERYL
Joanie, he's absolutely perfect in every way.

 A VOICE FROM THE BACK
Move! Get out of the way, I want to see him!

Some women gasp and complain as someone pushes their way up to the front row. GINGER emerges with two glasses of champagne in her hands. 

GINGER
Let me see that handsome bastard! Sooo cute.
 I'm going to eat him up.
Beat.

 GINGER
(sees Meryl and speaks in an excited, by delicate manner)
Heeey, there player. How you been? I haven't seen you in...

MERYL
(puts hands on hips)
Forever. I know.

Ginger pushes Meryl off to the side and hands her a champagne flute. Meryl frowns at the lipstick on the glass and sets it down. Joanie bounces little Louis on her lap, and the women fill in the newly vacant spot to get a closer glimpse of baby Louis.

 GINGER
(downs champagne)
so what's up? you playing the field? 

MERYL
(sniffs) 
Hardly. 
Beat.
MERYL
I haven't exactly been in the mood since...

 GINGER
(Scoffs)
Since Christian? You're better off. Christian was a skank.

MERYL
Hey!

GINGER
You need to get out there!

MERYL
(looks for a way out of conversation)
So everyone keeps saying...

JOANIE
(beaming like an angelic mother, gets up)
I'm going to clean him up, get him in some fresh cotton.

MERYL
(smiles and waves at little Louis)

GINGER
(a bit insincerely)
Okay you do that hun!
Beat. 

GINGER
Hey listen. You and me. Let's ditch this lame scene and hit the outlet mall. 

MERYL
(wrinkles face up)
Ah, no...I'm not...

GINGER
Come on, it'll be fun. You should see the 
beautiful babies out there! 
You'll want to sink your claws in them!

MERYL
I can't...I'm not ready.

GINGER
You can and you will, baby. 
Take a drink, cuz it's time and we're going.
you and me, baby. 

MERYL
(sighs and finishes drink with lipstick on it).


CUT TO:
 

 4    EXT.  BANGER OUTLET MALL - HUGE STORE INTERIOR - DAY
 
The interior is bleak. Fluorescent lights pour down from the dingy drop ceiling,
racks of season's old purses hang from silver armatures like rotten apples. 
Old women circle the store like vultures with grey shopping carts. Muzak plays over the 
speakers. It sounds like Hank Williams' I'll Be A Bachelor 'Til I Die. 
 
GINGER
This place is banging! Look at all the beautiful babies!
 
MERYL
This place is dead. 
 
GINGER
This place is hot, baby. You love deals? Of course you do, who doesn't?
 This place is rife with deals, baby.
 
 
Hunched over, elderly women are slowly rifling through bargain bins of old 
monogram purses, moaning to one another like zombies. It's almost like an old-folks
home let a tour bus out here. 
  
MERYL 
(looking around, whispers)  
This is a fucking, post-apocalyptic Romero film!
 
 
Ginger is unflappable. Meryl and Ginger keep walking through the accessories section. 
They walk by a huge marketing sign that says, 
"Join the Club that saves you even more with special perks"
 
GINGER
(Stops and pinches nipples)
Ooooh, I'm getting a special perk right now.
 
MERYL
(disgusted)
What are you talking about? They're all skanks here!
 
GINGER
Baby, they're all beautiful babies here.
 
MERYL
Beautiful Babies don't end up as factory seconds. This is a skank zone.
 
GINGER
(Twirling around)
What? no, look at all the honeys! Look there's Coach, Michael, Franco...
 
Beat.
GINGER
(stops)
You know what your problem is? 
 
MERYL
(puts hands together) 
Oh, pleeeaaase. Tell me. 
 
GINGER
You put 'em up on a pedestal, when all you gotta do is 
kill the sweet little bunny with your sharp claws,
cuz you're a COUGAR, baby!
 
MERYL
A cougar? Wow. Ok. You really know how to kick a bitch when she's down.
 
GINGER
I didn't mean cougar, cougar. I meant some kind of predatory cat.
 A panther, a cheetah, hell, you're a 
mother fucking lioness!
 
 Meryl stops and cocks her head at huge white purse with silver grommets all over it. 
Ginger scoops it up, places it in her hands and shoves her toward the register. 
 
GINGER
(whispers)
His name is Michael Kors.Put it on layaway and think about it. Give it a call later. 
You're so money, you don't even know it. 
 
Another woman steps in line behind her with a purse. Feeling pressured now, Meryl
hands the purse over and gets a layaway ticket with a phone number on it. She 
looks at it, then folds it in half and puts it in her pocket. 
 
 
 


CUT TO: 
 
 5   INT.  MERYL'S HOME - LATER THAT NIGHT   
 
Meryl opens the door and flicks on the lights in her minimally furnished home.

She drops her keys, credit cards, cash, phone and lipstick on the table
and makes a bee line to the answering machine.

She pushes the button.


ANSWERING MACHINE
(synthesized voice)
No calls. You're a loser.


Meryl collapses on her couch.

Beat.

She pulls out the layaway ticket. She stares at the number. 
She looks at the clock. 10:30PM

She looks at the ticket.

She thinks better of it and puts the ticket away.

Beat. 

She takes the ticket out and picks up her phone. 


ANSWERING MACHINE
(synthesized voice)
Don't do it Meryl.

MERYL
Shut up. 

She dials.
It rings twice, then...

MICHAEL
(recorded)
Hi, this is Michael. Leave a message.
(beep)


MERYL
Hi, this is Meryl. I met you at the outlet mall this afternoon. I called to say, uh, I'm really glad we met and that you should call me back tomorrow or in like two days..or whatever is customary...my number is 412-5
(beep)

Meryl hangs up.

Beat. 

She dials again.

MICHAEL
(recorded)
Hi, this is Michael. Leave a message.
(beep)


MERYL
Hi. Meryl again. I'm only calling because it sounded like your machine cut me off before I gave you my number and I just..
(beep)

MERYL
SHIT!


Meryl hangs up.

Beat. 

She dials again.

MICHAEL
(recorded)
Hi, this is Michael. Leave a message.
(beep)



MERYL
HI. 412-555-5555. That's all I just wanted to make sure you 
had my number. 




Meryl hangs up.

Beat. 

She dials again and is pacing around her bedroom.



MICHAEL
(recorded)
Hi, this is Michael. Leave a message.
(beep)

 MERYL
Hi. It's me. I don't want you to think I'm weird or desperate. (pauses) I just got out of a long term relationship, Well, not just, but I did. I carry around a lot of junk with me and it'd be nice
if I could put my junk in you.
(She regrets saying it immediately,) I mean
(beep)


Meryl calls back right away, pacing the room even faster.


MICHAEL
(recorded)
Hi, this is Michael. Leave a message.
(beep)

MERYL
 I didn't mean put my junk in you like a penis
(beep)

MERYL
FUCK!


Meryl throws phone across the room. Punches pillows on the bed.

Beat. 

Meryl finds phone on the floor and dials again. There's no turning back.

MICHAEL
(recorded)
Hi, this is Michael. Leave a message.
(beep)

MERYL
(frantically)
I DON'T HAVE A PENIS! Listen Michael, maybe you can call me when you get this. Your phone keeps cutting me off and it'd just be easier than me trying to cram it all in-
(beep)


 Meryl dials back immediately.

MICHAEL
(recorded)
Hi, this is Michael. Leave a message.
(beep)

MERYL
I meant the message, not cram my junky penis into you.
(beep)


 Meryl drops phone, drops to knees, and beats head against the bed for a minute. Then picks up phone and re-dials.
 
MICHAEL
(recorded)
Hi, this is Michael. Leave a message.
(beep)

MERYL
 Mike, I don't think this is going to work out. I'm clearly an idiot and not ready...It's all me, it's not you.

MICHAEL
(Live, in person. He picks up the line)
Meryl?

MERYL
Michael! Great! Did you just walk in or were you listening the entire-

MICHAEL
Don't ever call Banger Outlets again.

MERYL
Wow, ok. I guess you were
(click)

He hangs up on her. 
She's frozen.
She drops phone.
Beat.
She pulls comforter off the bed and curls up in a corner, looking forlorn.


LONG DISSOLVE TO:



 MONTAGE FLASHBACK:

6 INT. DINING ROOM TABLE - MERYL'S HOUSE - NIGHT

  Meryl catches first glimpse of Christian when she pulls the lid off a Christian Dior box and tears through the paper. She pulls Christian out and hugs him to her chest.

DISSOLVE TO:
7 EXT. HIGHLAND PARK - DAY

 Meryl and Christian are clearly in love, walking hand in shoulder. Spring blossoms are blooming and Meryl and Christian are giggling and spinning around until they collapse in a pile on the blossom covered turf.

 DISSOLVE TO:
8 INT. PARTY AT A FRIEND'S HOUSE - NIGHT

 Christian is by himself on a table. (slow motion) Meryl is walking back with two glasses of wine, just in time to see a female hand grabbing Christian before she and Christian jet. Meryl yells NOOOO! Wine sloshes in the glasses as she tries to give chase, but there's too many people in the room impeding her efforts.

FADE TO:
9 INT.  MERYL'S DARK BEDROOM - NIGHT


The lights are out, Meryl is still crumpled up in a pile in the corner, with the comforter pulled over her head. Pizza boxes and empty beer bottles are scattered on the floor.

Shot of answering machine.


ANSWERING MACHINE
(Ginger's voice)
Pick up...Pick up...Baby doll, you home? Guess not. We haven't seen you in awhile. Listen, the girls and I going out for brunch tomorrow at the Cheese Steak Factory, then maybe we'll end up at Nordies. 10am. See you there gorgeous!
(beep)

DISSOLVE TO:

10 INT. CHEESE STEAK FACTORY -SUBURBAN PITTSBURGH MALL- DAY

Meryl walks hurriedly into the bar area wearing a tshirt, leather pants, sunglasses. Olivia, Joanie and Ginger are wearing dresses and are sitting at a high top table with mimosas or bellinis next to their fancy and beautiful purses. 
OLIVIA
I ordered you a beer and some brown liquor, because I know that's what you like first thing in the morning.



MERYL
Sorry I'm late. I don't know how you guys can deal with the daily commute to and from the suburbs.
It'd drive me absolutely batty.

JOANIE
Can we order finally? I'm starving.

Beat.

                                      MERYL
(piles keys, phone, lipstick onto table)
I'm sorry. After that long drive, I really need to use 
the restroom. 

JOANIE
(sighs and flips through the menu again)

GINGER
(sips drink)
Hey Meryl, you give beautiful baby Michael a call?

MERYL
(Points at Ginger, fake laughs, and walks away)
Ha haaaaaaa

GINGER
(to the other women)
I don't know what her problem is, that Michael we met was totally into her.

OLIVIA AND JOANIE
(shrug)

There is a lull in conversation, so the women look over at the bar. There are two women with short hair cuts and button down shirts tucked into their jeans. They have chain wallets.(They are the quintessential lesbian). They have two empty beers between them.

BARTENDER
(to the lesbian couple, while drying glasses)
Thanks for coming in today ladies, make sure you check the purse hooks before you leave. Wouldn't want you to forget anything.


LESBIAN 1
(looks at her partner and looks back at the bartender)
Do we? Do we look like we carry purses? 


BARTENDER
(shifty eyes)
I...I...don't know?

LESBIAN 2
We're lesbians. We don't carry purses. We carry wallets. 

BARTENDER 
(shrugs and continues drying)


Light bulbs go off. Olivia, Joanie, and Ginger's jaws drop. They look at each other and in unison, all pick up their drinks and sip. The lesbian couple leaves, just as Meryl rolls back up and takes a big sip of her beer, then takes her sunglasses off. It looks like she hasn't gotten much sleep for a very long time, but she seems very content to be drinking a beer. Then she realizes that all her friends are staring at her.  

MERYL
What?

JOANIE
You know you can tell us anything, right? 

MERYL
Yeeesssss.

OLIVIA
And that we love you no matter what, right?

MERYL
(sets beer down and wipes mouth)
How much have you guys had to drink?

GINGER
We just want you to know that it's okay. You can come out of 
the closet with us, if you want.

MERYL
(confused)
Closet? You think I'm gay?

OLIVIA
Well, you're an attractive fashionista without any kind of baggage.

JOANIE
And you like whiskey and beer and pants.

MERYL
(confused)
You think I'm gay because I don't have a purse? 

Meryl's friends all raise their eyebrows and sip their drinks at the same time. 

MERYL
Maybe I'm just not willing to settle! Maybe I want something that fits MY lifestyle and not the other way around?

 The women all raise their eyebrows skeptically and sip their drinks at the same time again.

MERYL
I'M NOT GAY!

JOANIE
We know, but if you were, it's totally okay.

The other women shake their heads in agreement. Meryl pulls some cash out of her pocket and throws it on the table. 

MERYL
(starts walking away)
Good to know. If this is some kind of well-intended, but misguided intervention, well, then, I'm going to Nordstrom. I'd rather take my chances on the meat market than sit here.

DISSOLVE TO:


11 INT. NORDSTROM- PURSE DEPT - DAY

Meryl circles around the purse department, feeling out of her league, not really seeing anything intriguing enough to pick up. A few sales people ask if she needs help, she doesn't, but with each new ask, it further ups the pressure and she gets visibly agitated. Olivia, Joanie, and Ginger arrive. They see her, but she doesn't see them because she is too focused on leaving. Meryl walks out into the mall and takes a deep breath. Across the way is a new store called Luxury Garage Sale. She likes the sound of it and heads to it.

CUT TO:

12 INT. LUXURY GARAGE SALE - PURSE DEPT.-DAY

Luxury Garage Sale is a designer consignment shop with new and incredible vintage finds. Meryl walks into the purse department. There are Chanel and YSL bags under glass and several shelves showing their incredible variety. She leans against counter and spots a rugged white leather bag on a shelf. 

He's cute.

Real cute.

He glows. 

He throws Meryl a half-smile then looks away. 

Meryl looks away.  

Should she?

She shakes her head to herself. No.

Beat.

She looks over at him again. 

Meryl's P.O.V. is of a white bunny sitting on the shelf. 

She smiles, shrugs, and crosses over to him.

When she gets to him, he has reverted back into a rugged and beautiful handbag.

MERYL
Hi.

HANDBAG
Hi.

MERYL
I'm Meryl.

HANDBAG
(says with a Brazilian accent)
Hi Meryl, I'm Carlos.

MERYL
Like the Jackal.

HANDBAG
(smiles)
Yes, like the infamous terrorist dog. 

MERYL
(smiles)
I like dogs.

HANDBAG
I thought real women prefer cats. 

MERYL
I see my reputation precedes me.

HANDBAG
Why? You are not a real woman?

MERYL
It's funny, I just learned that real women apparently don't wear pants and drink beer.

MATCH CUT TO:

Ginger points the conversation out to Olivia from across the mall. Olivia and Ginger's P.O.V. from across the mall and through the floor to ceiling glass windows of the store. They see Meryl and Carlos having an unforced, enjoyable conversation. 

GINGER
It's on...

OLIVIA
It's so on...

MATCH CUT TO:

BACK IN THE TRENCHES: 

HANDBAG
...So I thought, what the hell, and now I live in the USA. 

MERYL
Just like that?

HANDBAG
Well, it wasn't quite that simple, but yeah.

MERYL
How was it hard?

HANDBAG
Well, I left someone very special behind.

MERYL
Tell me about it...

HANDBAG
You too?

MERYL
Yeah.

HANDBAG
(lights up)
I thought I was going to die.

MERYL
It's been over six years and I'm still trying to get over it.

HANDBAG
Oh God, that's two more than me. Tell me it gets better. 

MERYL
(smiles)
It does.

HANDBAG
How?

MERYL
There are occasional advantages to being uncoupled.

HANDBAG
(coyly)
Like what?

MERYL
(playing along)
Well, you if you see something ruggedly, devastatingly handsome, you don't have to worry if anyone is watching you.

CUT TO:
Olivia and Ginger are watching from outside the window.

GINGER
It's on.

OLIVIA
It's definitely on.

BACK TO:
HANDBAG
You want to get out of here? Go someplace we can really talk?

MERYL
Let me blunt and ask you a few questions first.

HANDBAG
Oh, ok.

MERYL
Are you cross-body? And do you have any interior pockets? Or anything else I should know about?

HANDBAG
Yes. Yes. and I have a small amount of ink. 

MERYL
I kinda like ink...unless it's racist ink? 

HANDBAG
No...a pen leaked on me at some point. But I promise, it's minimal.

MERYL
 That happens to me all the time.I hate it when that happens. Oh, One more thing. It's kind of embarrassing.

HANDBAG
What?

MERYL
And I totally get it if it's too weird.


HANDBAG

(smiles in an interested way but shrugs)

Si, Eu posso descascar um abacaxi.

(english subtitle: Sure, I can peel a pineapple)



MERYL

what? anyway..Can I...Can I do a sniff test?



HANDBAG
(laughs and leans into her)
Si, if you don't mind if I do the same?

Meryl lifts him up. He smells of leather and faintly of some pleasant spice. He's gorgeous. Soft, supple, showing some age, but in a sexy world-wise way. A heroic vision from a post-apocalyptic movie. He's too good for this place. He belongs on the shoulder of a mythological huntress carved out of marble. She walks over to the register and settles up with the sales girl.



                                                     DISSOLVE TO:
13 INT - DARK RESTAURANT - DAY

The soundtrack kicks in, Frank Sinatra's song, "Someone to Watch Over Me" plays as we see Meryl and Carlos sitting across from each other deep in easy conversation. 
DISSOLVE TO:

14 INT - DARK RESTAURANT - DAY

Same restaurant table. Many glasses and empty plates are on the table, but the conversation keeps flowing. 
DISSOLVE TO:

15 INT - DARK MOVIE THEATRE - LATE AFTERNOON

We see the flashing screen of a movie bouncing light into the happy faces of Meryl and Carlos. A bucket of popcorn is on Meryl's lap.

DISSOLVE TO:
16 INT - DARK CAR - EVENING
Meryl is driving back to Pittsburgh, Carlos is in the passenger seat. They are smiling at one another. Clearly very happy.

The camera pulls back from the car window and follows the car as it heads downtown. The skyscrapers loom in the distance, happy and bright. 

FRANK
There's a somebody I'm longing to see
I hope that she turns out to be
someone who'll watch over me
I'm a little lamb who's lost in the wood
I know I could always be good
To one who'll watch over me.


 We rise and pass the PPG Tower.

FRANK
Although I may not be the man some
Girls think of as handsome
To her heart I'll carry the key
Won't you tell her please to put on some speed
Follow my lead, oh, how I need
Someone to watch over me


We rise and pass the glowing Bayer sign. It's a full moon, High above the city...

FRANK
Won't you tell her please to put on some speed
Follow my lead, oh, how I need
Someone to watch over me.


We rise and rise into the moon until it's just a giant pool of beautiful golden light...


FADE TO BLACK.



THE END




photo: Joshua Franzos

leather and lace, rock chic, vegan leather jacket, Meryl Franzos
photo: Joshua Franzos
Many things in our lives have taken a back seat since we got our puppy, Meatball. (Holy shit progress on my writing.) We love him very dearly, and we knew it was going to be a lot of extra work, but having said that, we still weren't prepared for our high maintenance pup. A lot of sleep was lost. In the early months, it was not uncommon to get up 2-3 times a night (and walk down three flights of stairs to take him out). We're still currently committed for taking him out in the middle of the night a few times a week. I tell you all of this because it sort of fueled this outfit. I live in a very urban area where I can't exactly walk outside in my pjs to take the puppy out. I have to pull pants and shoes on. One day at dusk, I caught a glimpse of my bedraggled, nightgown-shoved-into-a-pair-of-jeans self, and thought...Hey, I can work with that. Mostly because I'm too tired and there aren't enough hours in the day to do otherwise. So sloppy chic it is.

photo: Joshua Franzos
I'm a two-dogged momma now. Meatball probably pees on me about once a week, therefore I'm phasing out dry clean only clothes. They don't work with my life since I'm constantly throwing things in the washer-this vegan leather jacket included, which, if you ask me, is the best thing a Vegan has ever done for me-made fake leather that feels and looks like leather, but is washable. Boom. 

photo: Joshua Franzos

I do like real leather accessories though. If you read the above parody screenplay, you might have gathered that I have purse issues. I do. I can't commit. Most purses are too something. Too cheap, too expensive. Too prissy, too proper, too big, too small...too common...too trendy, too dowdy, too too. I drive myself insane. I wish I could be that blogger that has a gorgeous matching purse for every outfit, but I never found a bag that emitted any kind of aspect of myself that I wanted to project -which is what, we as women do with handbags. Especially with our designer logo bags. We want to give the world an immediate impression of us via our bag. I kind of hate that. That sets me up for failure.  The number of purses I have, I can probably count on one hand. But guys, I found one. I fell in love with this simple, yet rugged little bag. I think it perfectly suits me. It's vintage Carlos Falchi. After I pulled the trigger and bought it, I learned that Falchi got his start in Greenwich village in the 70's. Jimi Hendrix was his neighbor. I learned that he sold mostly to rockstars and jazz musicians before a buyer at Henri Bendel launched his career. I'm down with rubbing elbows in that kind of company.

photo: Joshua Franzos

Also, I finally found a pair of skinny jeans that I adore. Mast by All Saints. I have an athletic body, that's slightly pear-shaped, with not much of an ass to speak of. If that's you, these jeans look and feel great. Mast has the the lowest rise, which I prefer, but All Saints has higher waisted versions of the same skinny jean for those of you with more in the trunk. I love the jeans so much, I got two more pairs and I've even put my favorite bootcuts that I've been wearing for the past 17 years on the shelf. I know jeans technically belong on the shelf, but if you're anything like me these days, the clothes you actually wear are pulled, unfolded from the laundry basket. 
C'est la vie.

What I Wore:
Vegan leather jacket: Free People, Here! 
Vintage satin nightgown: Hey Betty Vintage 
Skinny jeans: All Saints Mast jeans, Here! 
Amethyst cocktail ring: inherited from my late mother-in-law.
Bag: Vintage Carlos Falchi from Luxury Garage Sale
Boots: sold out Sam Edelman, but almost identical from Target Here!





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