On Valentine’s Day in 1990, I saw Pretty Woman at the Uptown Theater but little did I know that just a few months later I’d be living a few blocks North of that theater above a “restaurant” with the fanciest portmanteau-name ever. RIBIZZA. I was just like Julia Roberts! With less prostitution! And less Richard Gere! And less shopping montages!
This Valentine’s Day I watched and rewatched that scene and despite the lack of a theater that smelled like feet, it was still magical.
On February 15th I had a guacamole-hangover and followed Tib around hoping for inspiration.
Thank you, Tib. Thank you.