today i have a 10am call time. regrettably, last night’s sleep count clocked in at a dismal 4 hours. lucky for me there is a solution to the done in mess that is my face….. hair makeup and fairy dust. image for source ...
tonight is a big audition; a gut wrenching scene. a september 11th survivor, a mother of a toddler, a woman bereft of her best friend. i am none of these. my preparation has drained me of all of light. i feel hollow and broken. my condolences to the hand which...
m’loves, riddle me your plans of weekend treat. i will be working the whole way through. {giant, dramatic, lea michele sigh} i hope you’re getting a giggle from these silhouettes. designer, wilhelm stahaele, handcuts these vintage silhouettes, and then...
white blank page. clean slate. excuse me miss, but do you sell disinfectant for my brain? something to comet and pine sol the doubt and bitten lip memories loitering in my head. rejections of …… the way life used to be. the jolly and jolt of acting is...
good morning m’dears. i’m still trying to soak warm back into my cells. yesterday, i was shooting a short film that had me clad scantily in a 43 degree cemetery for most of the day. at one point my earlobes started to shiver, and i started to envy those...
when one door closes……. the other door didn’t just open, the hinges flew off and new dry wall had to be cut. a new corridor practically. i thought i was done with my tears. i’m thankfully not. goldfish bowls i fill of happy, grateful blubbering...
