For the actor and author Jeffery Self, working on his memoir, Self Sabotage, while shooting a new movie provided the right opportunity for multitasking. “It felt glamorous — editing my book on set,” he says. “Unless I make it a performance, I won’t get the work done.” Now, that film, the paranoid thriller Drop, is also out. Self, freshly back in the West Village after 13 years in L.A., spent the past week looking for something, anything, to wear to the premiere (“I should have hired a stylist, but I got cocky,” he says) while bouncing between coffee shops and rediscovering the classic Village wonder of Tartine.
