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Theres also aYellowjackets-themed breakfast spread, meaning I have now encounteredcannibalism-adjacent contenton two out of two days so far.
The food itself is, thankfully, mostly pastries.
Next is Meredith Markss boutique, which is actually a fixture of the town and not a pop-up.
The second shock is seeing Meredith Marks.
Has Canada Goose ever had better press than paparazzi photos of celebrities in winter?
And has there ever existed a more surefire source of celebrities in winter than Sundance?
(Picture Ugg-key in things with decorative tufts of what can only be described as Troll doll hair.)
I wonder which ones Will Forte chose.
You cant fill a whole day with commercials.
I need … a Stacys Pita Chips crossover event with the poet Rupi Kaur.
Koans fill the space: on the backs of employees sweaters, on the walls, on the floor.
It all clicks into place.
A server passes around little cups of garlic dip with a single Stacys pita chip inside.
After a long dayengagingwithbrand storiesup and down a single street, I too feel like I havent gone anywhere.
Specifically, I still havent gone to a single film.
So I go to maybe the buzziest premiere so far.
It was Doug Limans debut documentary,Justice,about the appointment of Brett Kavanaugh to the Supreme Court.
The film wont be shown in its final form; producers are still uncovering new material.
The entrance to the premiere is teeming with police and a bomb-sniffing dog.
I am excited because the guy who madeJumperandMr.
and Mrs. Smithhas now made a serious documentary about sexual assault and thats fascinating.
(Stiers allegations were already known, but the tape is new.
Its so long, he says.
There should have been a warning.
Tomorrow: red carpets, celebrity chefs, and Cousin Greg.
