Printemps Prancing

My oh my, I wish I got paid for staying in one place as little as possible, because I seem to have been excelling at that lately. When asked where I live, I give a rundown of places I have been within the last five days (this can take a while), and end with "my car. Or were you asking where I officially pay rent?"

The view from the dining room, about twenty minutes ago.

Right now I can joyfully say I am sitting nestled snugly in my "home home" in the mountains, with... yes, that is correct, snow, falling gently with a white wispiness outside on the dark green grasses of new spring. I have a lovely glass of Shiraz and look forward to something I can only call "cake," and it promises to be scrumptious.

Myself and Mr. Clifton Snider, friend of the production. Not my best photo, but please note this dress is vintage and cost my little self a mere $3.33.

Likewise an unfortunate moment on my part, but this is myself and actor Nick Heyman, exciting because he is from Oslo. Scandinavians all around.

Last night was the wrap party for Joshua Tree 1951, and it was delightful. Not everyone was there, but most people were, and there was a private taco chef, so while I was designated driver for a collection that included my bestie, a pair of twin Portuguese models/actors, and a charming young German woman whose first name is challenging to spell, I had a very nice time. We also saw some footage from the film, and it was exquisite-- if it can live up to its raw components (I am sure it will exceed them), then we have a very fine film to look forward to very soon. And I say that not merely because I've had notice that the director has read my blog. Hello, Matthew.

In other news, I am in only three classes right now, which feels borderline illegal considering my unit-addiction of the past three years. I spend about six hours in class a week-- I am loathe to talk about it because it seems like a crime. A delightful, stress-free, low-impact, crime.

I am working away for Back Stage, as well. I have had a slew of assignments in the past ten or so days, with a variety of directors, writers, actors, and documentarians. All very good stuff, and material I am both excited and proud to write about. To think it is so perfectly legitimate to talk about vampires, No Wave cinema, and breaking out of prison to Parisiennes, ex-Dallas cowboy cheerleaders, and film buffs. I am utterly content.

I just like this photo... what?

Shh. Did you hear that? Yes, that. That, friends, was cake. Rum cake. And it just said "I am waiting." And who can keep rum cake waiting? Not I. Off I go... another day, another city, another semi-arbitrary writing assignment. Adieu.

I just like these photos, I'm not going to apologize-- that's life.