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

And where is the bar?


All those faces I hadn't seen in a while last night at the Bouchon Beverly Hills was mostly a treat.

The party which I wasn't really invited to but was allowed to crash by a reluctant clipboard wielding woman who used to be a friend and I think was frankly shocked to see me. "Hi. Hi. Hi. Hi. Hi..." I said over and over until she looked up. Amazement. Awe. Fear?

Breaking up is hard to do...for The Friends, apparently. Or Once-Were-Friends, as they are now referred to. In all the trauma of ending a long relationship must we take care for them too? Must sides be picked?

And do I really want them to pick me anyway?

And where is the corkscrew?

I see esses everywhere