Sacha Baumann is an artist and designer living and working in Los Angeles.

Slumming at Sundance (I know, it's not the name of a song--yet)

Just to get it out of the way: I've seen a ton of celebrities and I've gone to some ridiculously packed parties. Really. Close-up and personal with the pretty people.

It's a mad-house here. The most crowded I've ever seen it. At night it's like South Beach or something. Or like frat boys going to Myrtle Beach. On the drive up the canyon I was the only person out of 5 passengers who was going to see any films. This is sad and stupid. One of the guys said, 'Sundance has just become so corporate.' Go see the movies, idiot, instead of coming for Blender's Paris Hilton party. It sucked anyway.

Okay! I saw two amazingly terrific films and one really, really bad film. Lonesome Jim is fantastic. Steve Bucesmi is a beautiful, humorous and observant filmmaker. And he is funny looking. And just plain funny. Casey Affleck is the talented one in the Affleck family.

Nine Lives is a devistating and incredible film. Nine short vignettes all shot in one seamless take. The cast is a dream. After seeing these two movies I could leave now and feel like the trip was worth it.

The total stinker, so bad I wanted to walk out movie was Kevin Bacon's Loverboy. What a disappointment. Ugh. But, Kevin Bacon is so effin' hot in person that I didn't mind as much as a normally would. Hubba-hubba.

Okay, I'm off to the Variety party. Free drinks, yo. Yeah, that's sounds just like me, right?

Shade and honey

1967, the year of Perry Mason