I met the infamous Jay McCarroll at Home & Planet two weeks ago and it has taken me this long to qvell about it.
I am always nervous - duh - I mean, starstruck around even the most D-list stars. I'm not saying Jay's D-list. No. He's a star of film and fashion and soon, QVC. He's got this supercool movie that I really wanted to have at our film festival (would you stop talking about that already? damn, girl!) but the straight guys were all, "no way!" and then when Jay actually seemed interested in the festival, he graciously said he was in San Fran with it at another festival at the same time anyway.
Anyway, he was so not a diva, and, as do most people, looked much smaller/thinner in person than on tv.
He was selling affordable goodies from his line, like this great bag, which I totally want but didn't have the bucks for:
Isn't that fabulously practical and chic and fun? Bowling bag style.
I bought something less expensive. He got out his sharpie to sign a photo for me.
He said, "Are you vulgar?"
Am I!
"Most of the time," I replied.
"OK! Don't look!" he bent over the photo and covered his work with his hand like a 5th grader. (I still do that too.)
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