DAHLINGS -
Yesterday I had the
extreme pleasure of being interviewed by
Judith Regan for her radio program on
Sirius Radio.
Ms. Regan is
effortlessly glamorous, even in the confines of a broadcast booth; she was wearing a black Chinese jacket with blue embroidery that was
quite striking. When I admired it, she admitted it was a man's jacket that she had bought in Chinatown (I never would have guessed). And her hair is so
shiny. Yes, I do notice those things.
Like her compere on the airwaves
Valerie Smaldone,
Ms. Regan is a woman who does her research. And she has a lively sense of humor. She had seen the show the night before, declaring it
"hilarious," and asking me what my future plans for it were. I have not given the matter much thought, being
SO busy between the show itself and my various vintage endeavors. However, I did say that I would
love to write a
book, or
expand the show beyond the current festival format.
My publicist, the redoubtable
Stephanie Schroeder, accompanied me. The woman is a
marvel. It is because of her I was interviewed in the
New York Times,
Women's Wear Daily (who declined to run the story after they were "scooped" by the
Times--how petty*), and
Glamour.com. I cannot recommend her
highly enough. You can find her through her blog on the lower set of links,
Beautiful Wreck.*
WWD would not have been "scooped" if
William F. Buckley hadn't
died the same day I was
due to appear...how
selfish of the man! I shall have to
upbraid him at my next seance.
The
Frigid festival itself is
divine, dahlings, a showcase of
every conceivable type of theater. My dear, dear friend
Christina Augello and the amazingly talented
Sean Owens, both from San Francisco, are appearing in
"Her Majesty," which I intend to see later this week.
Erez Ziv and
Morgan Tachco, producers of the Festival, are amazing people in every way. I urge you to patronize their theaters, even after the Festival is over!
Off to soak in a scented bath...my assistant is busily steaming my silk underthings, and if I find just one tiny wrinkle,
out she goes! Or maybe I'll wait until my show's run is over...my nerves are just a teensy bit frayed.
Ciao,
Elisa & Bucky the Wonderdog
