Engaging with Stars

Hello Beautiful People,

I have to admit I was a bit starstruck after looking into James Franco’s eyes while holding his hands late late Saturday night after meeting Scott Haze, Jacob Loeb (Soon to be seen in James Franco’s much-anticipated independent drama, Bukowski, portraying legendary American poet Charles Bukowski as a teenager struggling with an abusive father, disfiguring acne, alcoholism and his first attempts at writing.), and Joey King (looking scrumptious in Kate Spade) after the premier of the Sound and the Fury outside Busbys in Los Angeles, Oct 24th.

Getting smaller films the distribution they need is an art in itself. James and the sparkling Page Ostrow

Getting smaller films the distribution they need is an art in itself. James and the sparkling Page Ostrow.

What I like most about James is his appreciation of American Literature and Poetry; and his willingness to take risks and to educate; all the while continuing to learn himself. After attended several MFA programs he is now a Ph.D candidate at Yale no less,  and has said “..the best thing about graduate school is that it’s a place where the things you consider sacred are also considered sacred by the people around you.. I’ve gotten to be with people who speak my language.”

I whole heartedly share with James (and a great deal of other people across the globe) a love of great American Literature. We share a passion for Beat era writers, like Alan Ginsberg, Lawrence Ferlinghetti and Diane Di Prima, and the 50’s in Greenwich village where my parents met and talked with artists, socialists, thinkers  and writers including Anais Nin, Henry Miller and Paul Goodman. One I was born into, and that is almost as natural to me as breathing and writing itself. My mother had a flat on Barrow Street.  She and my Dad, whose step-father was a well-known literary editor in the 20’s of Hemingway and others attended parties, and frequented the famous Chumley’s* whose unmarked Barrow St entrance backed onto my mother’s tiny subterranean apartment. Talk about location. “They shared a common wall with my apartment which was fine.. until I walked into my apt one day and there was a rat sitting brazenly on couch. It was very startling.” That wasn’t all that was startling. Greenwich Village and later San Francisco were America’s Paris of the twenties. The stream of creative consciousness and counterculture that was dreamed into existence then gave birth to the modern literature, poetry, deep ecology and mindfulness of today.

He may get most of his beauty sleep on planes in-between shoots, but James still looked every inch the movie star he is (and not the least bit tired) as he shook hands, answered questions and posed for pictures on the red carpet, and later outside Busby’s at 12:30am. Before leaving the party to go, not to bed, but to work. Anyway, I thought I’d close with some fun pix from The Sound and the Fury premier and a Lawrence Ferlinghetti poem, and wish you a very fine day indeed!

“Recipe For Happiness Khaborovsk Or Anyplace”

One grand boulevard with trees

with one grand cafe in sun

with strong black coffee in very small cups.

One not necessarily very beautiful

man or woman who loves you.

One fine day.

Engagingly yours,

xoxoxo Sabrina


*Chumley’s is a historic pub and former speakeasy at 86 Bedford Street in Greenwich VillageNew York City. It was established in 1922 by the socialist activist Leland Stanford Chumley, who converted a former blacksmith’s shop near the corner of Bedford and Barrow Streets into a Prohibition-era drinking establishment. The speakeasy became a favorite spot for influential writers, poets, playwrights, journalists, and activists, including members of the Lost Generation and the Beat Generation movements.Some features remain from Chumley’s Prohibition-era history. Notably, the Barrow Street entrance has no exterior sign, being located at the end of a nondescript courtyard (“The Garden Door”), while the Bedford Street entrance, which opens to the sidewalk, is also unmarked. Inside, Chumley’s is still equipped with the trap doors and secret stairs that composed part of its elaborate subterfuge.

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