Call Me By Your Name

...And if I'm at Starbucks, it's "Brent" "Brad" or even "Brat"  This one barista in particular, who has a special place in hell, now calls me Bradley.  I may sound aggressive , but it's because I have been on edge since seeing the movie "Call Me By Your Name"  Literally everyone in LA has been raving about this movie and after 2 weeks of it being sold out, I saw it last night.  I haven't been to a movie since Sex and The City (the first one) so I thought I would broaden my horizons, and partake in a sober activity.  I should have watched the trailer before going.  First of all, I had no idea the movie was 3 hours long... and after hours of sitting in a seat with the leg room of a Southwest flight, the movie had a "Notebook" ending.  Luckily, I didn't have any sharp objects on me, or I would have slit my wrists right there in the Arclight Family Cinema!  The movie was cinematically gorgeous, and I couldn't help but think these 2 people are so in love.  I could physically feel their chemistry on screen.  The closest I could relate [to that kind of butterflies] is when I order Domino's and the tracker tells me that the carrier has left for delivery.  Guess that shows my emotional stability.  However, Eliyo is going to grow up with some fucked-up emotional baggage from the tumultuous love... and I will just have a muffin top for my handmade pan pizza and cheese bread combo(s).  Choose your battles! 


Domino's > Love.

Hat Brixton // Sunglasses Dior // Jacket BLK DNM // Tshirt Buck Mason // Pants and Shoes Saint Laurent