I am so excited for this I CANNOT EVEN CONTAIN IT!!

Two. Not one. No, folks, TWO new trailers for Paul Thomas Anderson's upcoming film The Master, starring Joaquin Pheonix and Philip Seymour Hoffman. Both beautifully done, and a fucking gorgeous peek at Johnny Greenwood's scoring work as well!! If Scarlett Johansson laid her bare chest on my face right now I wouldn't be as excited as I am for this. Dig it:

OH MY GOD IT'S REAL

So, after regrettably finishing my duty-free-bought-on-the-airplane-cheap-as-fuck carton of delicious Marlboro Reds, it was finally time to buy my first pack in Paris. What I saw when I was handed the little red box surprised and astounded me. Yes, folks, it's real. And no, you can't take it off with the cellophane...it's on there for good. Ugh, disgusting.

But this cigarette is fantastic.

Freaks in Love

My cousin and her husband Ilan are Freaks in Love - an absolutely delightful act that's been touring Paris, Sydney, and soon the REST OF THE WORLD I'm sure! Dig them, because they deserve to be dug.

Happy Father's Day!

The man you are looking at is my father, Gilbert Rebillet. He has been 50% responsible for turning me into the strange and insane person that I am today. And I can't thank him enough for that. Papa, you are the best father a son could ever ask for, and I am so grateful everyday to have a role model like you to look up to. You have done so much with your time here (including raising a pretty decent son), and I can't hope to achieve half of what you have in my lifetime. I hope you have an absolutely wonderful Father's Day in Dallas, and I'm sending you all of my love from Paris!!

Gros bisous, Papa.

A Lynchian Evening

Last night my lovely cousin Samantha Rebillet and I had an absolutely sublime evening at Club Silencio, David Lynch's nightlife endeavor here in Paris. The place is indescribably beautiful, the soundtrack is a melange of Motown and Daft Punk, and last night the dance floor was ON FIRE. The coolest part? We inadvertently cabbed it over there with the owner/proprietor of the joint, Arnaud Fisch...insta-VIP.

They don't allow photos to be taken in the club, but we did manage to snap one:

Silencio, motherfuckers.

Whatcha Gonna Do?

Here's another song I just made using only me and my desk. Hope you all dig this sheezy.

Brunch is served! Bed o' greens, mustard-pepper dressing, fresh egg, and a Mimosa. That's what I'm talking about, baby.