Dear Isabella Rossellini:

You were at the director’s brunch; I was at the director’s brunch. Our eyes met. You smiled. I smiled–out of joy for being there, and not, as you surmised, out of personal recognition.

Then I waved, which admittedly might have been a little misleading.

As I walked over to shake your hand I was really, sincerely planning to tell you that we haven’t actually met but that I think you are lovely and great. But then somehow, we were conversing like friendly longtime¬†acquaintances¬†and the words just didn’t come out.

I’m not sure if you were exercising social grace or if the (glorious, to-be-celebrated) profusion of blonde female directors present had an understandably dizzying effect, but either way I’m glad we got to talk. Tiffany Shlain has two movies at Sundance this year; hopefully you thought I was her.