As some of you know, I'm volunteering at this year's Sundance Film Festival; ten days when a few glitterati, hoards of their stalkers, and a peppering of cinemaphiles take over Park City's main street.
But for now, during pre-fest, in this zero-degree weather (seriously), the only ones on the streets are the die-hard ski bums and the Sundance set-up crew (whose assignment I in no way envy).
This is the entrance to my home at the Fest: The Filmmaker Lodge. The locale to hear panels on everything movie-industry-related.
And this, this is your peek inside. In a matter of days, this room will be filled with filmmakers, industry brokers, and media folk as they converge for intimate chats in these leather chairs.
Ahh, I am so very lucky that nothing about my previous experience qualifies me for something other than being friendly and sociable in an artistically lamp lit room for my first festival stint.
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