Late one recent night in New York, I took this from the back of a cab. We were stopped at a red light, and I was extremely tipsy. Flying home the next day wasn't pleasant, not at all, but it was my first fashion week and somehow it made sense to drink ( a lot of) the free champagne. Plus, Stephen Dorff was beside me at the Jane Hotel bar and it all felt very Somewhere, whoops, embarrassing to admit.
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