Debbie. A Hammer. Sets by Eames.
Labels: Debbie Reynolds, Eames, weird religion
posted by Ladrón de Basura (a.k.a. Junk Thief) @ 5:52 PM
4 comments
Monday, August 23, 2010
About Me
- Name: Ladrón de Basura (a.k.a. Junk Thief)
- Location: San Francisco, California, United States
JunkThief is your typical Gallic Jew boy born on the Great Plains, went to Gotham and Ouagadougou and Kathmandu before settling in San Francisco's Mission District. Now he searches the dark alleys of that city to find good conversation, Weimar culture and (but of course) the perfect door knob.
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4 Comments:
Fabulous! Just Fabulous! The sets, the movements, the clothes, the hairstyles and brava for the Helen Lawson ending.
I will have to tell you about the time Joy and I saw Debbie in Las Vegas and almost ended up buying a time share. Come to NYC to visit us again soon!
Gary - Yes, I am way overdue for a return visit to NYC! Maybe you, Joy and I can do some Peter, Paul and Mary tunes with this sort of arrangements.
OMG! I met Debbie Reynolds once at SFO. She signed a router manual. I also have a token from her casino given to me by Richard. For years Rip Taylor opened for her. A disgrunteled limo driver had to vacuum the grafitti from his Cad.
Or do I mean confetti?
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