It’s over. It’s done. Oscar: you can go back into hiding for a year! You did it! You made dreams come true, you crushed dreams, you exhausted people for a week, you reinvigorated people–you just did a shit ton of shit. Thank you for a great week, sir, but we are so glad to have finished up our week with Oscar.
Going to an award ceremony is a vague Angeleno fantasy. If you are or are not in The Industry, the culture of entertainment award ceremonies can occasionally envelop parts of the city, making you wonder what could possibly be going on on those red carpets and in those tents that is so fabulous. Surely it cannot be that great. We never would have guessed that we would ever attend an award ceremony. My childhood dream of attending the Oscars was squashed after living in this city for a year, resulting in assuming an “I don’t give a shit about this self-congratulating Hollywood money trap!” mentality. It’s a common mindset this time of year in Los Angeles. It’s almost always trendy, too.
When we got an invitation to attend the Film Independent Spirit Awards with some cool folks from event sponsor Jameson, we were a bit excited, not necessarily hesitant, but very surprised that such a “big name” ceremony happens, that we were largely unfamiliar with it, and that we would be attending. Little did we know that the ceremony and culture surrounding the IFC ceremony represents the real spirit and the real craft embedded in the film community. Events like the Film Independent Spirit Awards renew your faith in the movies and inspire you to want to make one yourself.
At the Wednesday of this week, you start to feel a bit haggard. Don’t you, Oscar? We’ve had one night of big drinks (which was a Monday, too). We’ve had a more low key, handsome night but played catch up on all work that evening. What happened for the week’s hump? A mildly big drink night that came after a day of rush, rush, rush, busy, busy, busy. You are a very demanding guest, Oscar.
“Is it a grapefruit?”
“No, it’s a Citron.”
“It’s definitely a type of lemon.”
“Oh, it smells like a lemon…it’s probably a grapefruit/lemon hybrid!”
These are all answers we got to the question regarding what the green-yellow softball sized citrus fruit I took from a tree at the Chateau Marmont was. What is it? Did anyone know? The only way to find out is to use this citrus fruit to make a cocktail! Right? That’s the logical response, obviously. The outcome from our experiments is The Anonymous Oscar, a cocktail that came by way of Hollywood and Oscar Week. It’s a bizarre, slightly surreal drink that is probably better suited for warm weather. We like it, though.
It was rainy last night, Oscar. It was cold and gloomy and wet and I walked over to the event from a class I take on Tuesdays at Melrose and La Brea. The things we do for you! The things we do. Last night’s event we had to make it out, rain or shine, because it took place at former LAIY coverboy Jean Pierre Mastey‘s Baxter Finley on La Cienega. What a huge honor: a Vanity Fair Oscar event at a local favorite homegrown men’s grooming station. We Angelenos are very proud!