StyleSpy with Katrina Szish

So my apartment (read: home) is possibly going to be scouted for a feature film tomorrow morning, reportedly starring an actress with whom you are all familiar.   My digs would be said actress' on-camera home (decor and all!  the location scout spied us through an unshaded window from the street outside and liked the modernist vibe.  Go me!)...before she gets committed to an insane asylum.  Seriously. 

Yes, of course Mr. Husband and I consented -- because how cool is that?! -- but then I started thinking about the privacy factor.  As in, "Hello!  Welcome to my very small NYC abode, packed to the rafters with lots of stuff and then some more stuff and occupied by two humans, four furry mammals and one amphibian.  Oh, and if you hear a strange banging on the floor, that's just our supermodel neighbor knocking her broomstick on her ceiling because she can hear us talking."

The glamorous life, baby!  That's me.  You betcha.

Anyway, I just thought this was a fun fact to share.

Will let you know how it goes.

And that's it for another day in the life of your trusty Style Spy, this time in the unique role of having been spied on...