My head is a junkyard of boxes, craigslist, clothes, cats and to-do lists… not to mention the literal junkyard that my apartment has turned into! I’m trying to move out of my beloved second-story bachelorette pad by Thursday night – a feat hopefully to be crowned by finishing off what is left of the scotch and champagne stash with the boys (who are helping me move, yes?).

I’m sure there are a million things I’m forgetting to take care of at the moment, but all I can think about is: oh my god, did I remember to pack my July 2010 US Vogue w/ Marion Cotillard, or did I throw it away in a nihilistic packing frenzy? (I went through and cleaned my “archive” while I was deliriously packing last week).
I love Marion Cotillard, I would bathe in her sweat (yeah I know, gross). She is pretty much the epitome of everything I’d want to be as a woman. That being said, I’m not sure I read the whole article or even know much about her work or personal life….. Regardless, she is divine. That is all.