The sun is shining, the birds are singing, I’m meant to be working, it’s time for Friday Favourites!
Firstly, and, I think, most importantly, the CW has picked up the Sex and the City prequel, The Carrie Diaries. It’s produced by Josh Schwartz and Stephanie Savage, the evil geniuses who brought us Gossip Girl, and written by zinger-machine and Gossip Girl scribe Amy Harris. The series will follow a teenage Carrie Bradshaw’s dirty sexcapades around her late 70s high school in New England, and we’re all going to secretly stream it at home on Friday nights when we’re meant to be attending grown-up dinner parties and meeting people for after-work drinks.
Johnny Depp and Vanessa Paradis: apparently over. Sad? Ambivalent? I think she's too good for him and his collection of faux-quirky jangly accessories.
If you want your Friday to be touched with tragedy, read this GQ profile on Michelle Williams. Don’t read it if you’re one of those people who reads sad things and then embarrasses themselves by silently weeping about it at work.
“Michael came up to me, and he said, "If we're pretending to be husband and wife [for our cover in an operation], I should kiss you." And I was like, "Are you kidding?" This is my first day of filming, this is my first kiss of my entire career, and I was like, "I've never had a kiss on camera before!" My whole mouth, my face was completely shaking, and I was going, "Oh my god, Oh my god, Oh my god!" But it was nice. It was nice just to be present with him, and he was so genuine, and so beautiful.”
No, it’s not an excerpt from Always Sometimes Anytime’s Fassbender Fan Fiction*, but a thing that actually happened to Gina Carano, star of Soderbergh’s new film, Haywire. Apparently it’s quite good!
*Doesn’t actually exist. Yet.
Speaking of which: WHYWONTTHEINTERNETLETMEWATCHTHIS?
The nominees for the first annual Golden Collar awards have released. The awards recognise excellence in puppy acting across both film and television, and Uggie, star of Water for Elephants and The Artist is apparently a favourite to win Best Dog in a Theatrical Film. He also looks extremely cute in a bow tie:
Finally, I have to share something very important that happened to me this week. Dame Maggie Smith, aka Professor McGonagall, the Dowager Duchess Grantham and grown-up Wendy from Hook, sent me a signed photo and it even has my name on it. Having tangible proof that, if only for a brief moment, Dame Maggie Smith was aware of my existence has caused a kind of beatific calm to wash over me - I haven't felt this at peace since I quit Bikram yoga and realised I never had to enter that sweaty hell-hole ever again. Evidence below:
And on that note, I should probably start doing some work. Enjoy the rest of your Friday, procrastinating pals!