1:50pm, 23rd and 7th Avenue: On our way to see Black Swan, we walked by Frank Whaley, looking happy as a clam and holding hands with two lively yapping kids (I assume, his). Such a bucolic scene before our descent into ballerina hell.My purpose for seeing Black Swan was to love Natalie Portman because Julia does. I had to get over my inexplicable
SAG Awards tonight.
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