The "Sex and the City" movie is slated to start filiming in the fall, and I just can't wait!

All four of the original stars are slated to star, despite supposed rifts between Sarah Jessica Parker and Kim Cattrall.

E!Online reports that "it's unlikely the film will pick up immediately where the series left off, if for no other reason than the slight aging of the actresses."

Ouch! 

Even if Carrie, Samantha, etc. all have gone the way of the cougar, we're still excited that "Sex" addicts around the world will once again get to revel in Manolos,  Jimmy Choos, and nipple enhancers.

Nipple enhancers?

Yes - remember the episode when Samanatha sported bodyperks™ faux erect nipples beneath her designer cashmere, to attract the attention of suitors? "bodyperks™ were crafted to produce just the right amount of perkiness, regardless of breast size or shape," we're told by the manufacturers. Available in two different colors - Perky in Pink and Baby Got Brown - these sexy accessories are still very much available, and can be worn with tight t-shirts, sexy halters, dresses, twin sets, and even swimsuits, for maximum impact.

Pert-fect! 

Visit Hustler Hollywood, Playmates in Hollywood, Creative Lingerie in Glendale to pick up your pair, or order online - only $19.95 plus shipping and, er, handling.

Photo credit: courtesy of bodyperks™ 

Posted by Caroline Ryder 

Mustaches, ironic or otherwise, have been de rigeur facial apparel on the Eastside for some time now. So we were delighted to hear the 'tache trend has turned unisex, as demonstrated by the womenfolk of Silverlake at the Jeff Electric gallery last Friday. The gallery, which is closing this week but may re-open as a hair salon (stay tuned), threw a mustaches-only party at which female hirsuteness was actively encouraged.

These girls rocked the John Waters, completing the look with silk scarf (left) and arrogant brows (right):

Whereas some hunnies prefered the handlebar:

This couple shares the same barber. 

But this little lady in the bottom right gets it just right, pairing her vintage lace babydoll with a massive Zapatista mustache. So bold.

 Photo credit: Jeff Hartline

There's enough caffeine coursing through my veins to induce seizures in a Russian race horse. I've been staring at the same picture of Uffie for so long my sleep-deprived mind is starting to believe that she's really here (I wish). No one has openly cried - yet (although I did just experience a dazzling display of dry heaving in the parking lot. Rawk!). 

In 18 hours, we officially give birth to this Rosemary's Baby. Which is why things are getting particularly brutal at Metromix LA HQ, and it's starting to show. But that's all part of the fun, right? Right? OK, be that way. 

I'm supposed to be listening to the new Interpol album to review for this Tuesday (it's much better than the haters would have you believe, btw), but I can't stop scrolling through the classic rock bootlegs I've been downloading from an amazing new site I found the other day. Right now a Pretenders concert from 1980 (featuring the original line-up), one by the Cars from 1979 and a gig by Cheap Trick recorded in my hometown of Deeee-troit in 1978 are stuck in permanent rotation. As Greg Kihn once sang, "They just don't write them like that anymore."

I did manage to sneak out for a little fun last night, catching the Decemberists' tremendous gig playing with the LA Philharmonic at the Hollywood Bowl . Their opening acts? Band of Horses and Andrew Bird. Pretty sweet, yes? More about the show later - promise. Big thanks and lots of love to sweethearts Laura Cohen and Lisa Bellamore for facilitating this all-too-brief respite from the madness. 

In the meantime, I'm desperately clutching to what little sanity is left upstairs. We'll see how it goes. Details at 11...

I was cruising through West L.A.'s Little Tokyo with Miss Alie Ward, Metromix Events Editor, on Saturday and happened upon the Hair Epoch salon. Outside was an intriguing sign advertising 'digital perms', and alongside it, a photo of a scary-looking contraption much like this. WTF?

Having suffered many a bad poodle perm during the 1990's, I was curious about this new piece of curling technology. Hair Epoch, it turns out, is the first Japanese salon in LA to pick up on the technology, and they are charging $150 to $190 a go. Salon owner Aki Kobayashi told me that electric perming - otherwise known as the 3D curl or dry perm - has actually been around for at least 30 years, but is making a comeback, especially in Korean hair salons, and now in Japanese hairdressers too.

Unlike regular perms, which use nasty chemical treatments to artificially spiral locks, electric perming uses a generator to send current in to ceramic hair rollers, which then heat up while in your hair, which has some gentle perm solution on it. Leave for a while and then voila - your previously poker-straight hair is transformed into a cascade of gentle waves that last up to six months. 

So, er, doesn't it burn a little, having superheated ceramic hair rollers on your head? No, apparently - digital perms are usually only done on longer hair, so hot rollers can be kept away from your skin. According to Aki, digital perms are way gentler than regular perms, and perfect for those of us wanting to add a little body to limp hair. 

Who knows, maybe it's time to get me another Robert Plant.

Photo credit: Dimitar Dilkoff

You’ve probably seen the delivery cars with the logo emblazoned, and you’ve probably wondered to yourself, “What is this Crispy Crust, and is it a pizza place, video game, or movie?”  My friends Julie, Mark, and I also wondered the same exact thing, as the logo was such a fun departure from the usual boring standard logos we see across the city.  It made us feel like Burger Time was real and playing right before our very eyes. 

After scouring the internet for any information we finally came upon a listing (gasp, they don’t have a site yet!?),  and called them up.  After talking to a friendly man over the phone who was willing to tell us the entire menu over the phone, we settled on a large pie with pepperoni, sausage, and mushrooms.  We also got an order of hot wings, slice of cheesecake, and a 2 liter diet coke.

After tipping the friendly delivery man, we dove right into the pizza.  Man o’ man, I don’t know if it was the hunger or the sheer anticipation, but this pizza was pretty darn good.  The sauce wasn’t too salty, and even had a slight sweetness too it and the crust wasn’t crispy at all, but somewhat chewy in texture, almost with a bagel like consistency.  All in all, it was an enjoyable experience and we devoured it with pleasure.

Now to convince my friends from the east coast that I’ve found a decent pizza. It’s always a hard sell with that crowd as apparently LA has never made a good pie. Ever. --Shane Redsar

I spent a long day at work/play here at Metromix HQ, and with the best intentions, proclaimed I was headed home, and straight into bed. No. Going. Out.  

But all it takes are a few drunk dials on my voicemail and a coercive text, and suddenly I find I'm wiggling through Hollywood side streets peering down alleyways for some elusive party in a parking lot behind Zankou Chicken.

I followed the noise to a dim alley, where a man in a Security windbreaker slid open an iron gate. I wandered past a rented porta potty flanked with impatients, and into the back end of the lot. A stage was roped off, and Eastside trio The Front (the singer of which I find highly canoodle-able) was just wrapping up a sweaty set. Someone was grilling cheeseburgers, and there was free beer everywhere.

Low-tech two-piece Restaurant began to bang on their suitcase drums and licence plate symbols, but the will to stay upright was lost, and I finally had to head off. 

The kicker: I left 5 minutes before a fire dancer arrived. A dude, dancing with fire. Fireballs on chains swung around like flaming maces.  Why must humans sleep? Why?!

Crazy:

Double Crazy:

Then Yvette spun tunes in the parking lot: 

Photo credit:Yvette Dudoit