I saw Bill Cunningham New York Tuesday night at the Music Box. This movie was perfect, in that it was a documentary (my favorite kind of movie) about a fascinating person and it takes place mainly in New York. And what parts were not in New York were in Paris during Paris Fashion Week. So I was in heaven, but it made me awfully homesick.
I had to have an ice cream from the Dairy Queen on Grace and Southport to console myself on the walk home from the theater.