Caught this at the Savoy Theatre's downstairs digital den in Montpelier, VT, June 10. Forthwith, my notes:
So many honorary degrees!
love the Delarue music
I'm sorry, I'm not a real person yet.
Sophie makes fun of me because I can't account for my bruises.
You smoke inside?
1987
It's just this apartment is very aware of itself.
I love Sophie's frames.
I like Paris as anti-romance.
It's bedtime for all good children.
What I remember: the screening room and the acidity/angularity of Mickey Sumner. And I was ready to be smitten alongside Noah Baumbach, too. Meh. The next day I couldn't remember a thing.
