Fright Fest

Monday, September 23, 2013


I swear to God a verbatim conversation in the car earlier today:

H: Mom? What's Fright Fest?
M: It's a haunted house for adults.
H: What happens there?
M: You line up to go inside and people dressed in costumes jump out and scare you.
H: Oh, so like, you sit down to a nice dinner and then the lights go out and you have to go to another room and can't eat it?
M: Not exactly...
H: And then someone dressed like your boss jumps out and says, "You're fired! You don't have a job!"
Me: ….



And there you have the most perfectly described haunted house for adults.

Golden Girls Part 2

Friday, September 20, 2013

I picked up this fabulous gold sequin backdrop from Drop it Modern and knew just who I needed to call in to help me try it out - my crack team of sweet baby girl fashionistas. Many thanks to Harlow, Eve, Lucy, and Allegra for seriously rocking the shoot. I'm utterly fascinated by just how different the gold looks from photo to photo. Some were shot with natural light, some with an umbrella flash. Some are underexposed, some a bit over. The backdrop was moved and naturally lit from the side, creating deeper shadows and a more coppery gold. Using various presets ranged the gold from corn on the cob yellow to a greenish-silver, picking up color from the neighboring trees and the girls dresses. So short of draping it across your chest OG style, clearly there's an option here for the gold lover in you.

golden

more gold

golden


more goldgolden
more gold
twirl





more gold

girls

Sophorn & Family

Thursday, September 19, 2013

Sometimes I think I'm busy. And then I'll talk to Sophorn who is coming from an on site architectural inspection on her way to a food shoot where she happened to capture some wicked street style for the Flyer and designed a logo with her third arm, all the while hanging with her adorable kid. She told me that one of her secrets of success is that she doesn't watch TV and so I say yes, you might have a brilliant career, but I learned that Walt likes to cut off the corners of his sandwiches to create calm during Season 3 of Breaking Bad. So there.

It was an absolute honor and privilege to catch Sophorn in between gigs and meet her extended family. And yes, they are all just as warm and wonderful and gorgeous as she is.

Family

Family

Family

Family

Family

So THAT'S where the blonde hair came from.

so THAT'S where the blonde hair came from

Golden Girl

Monday, September 16, 2013

gold

John's Farm: The World Premiere

Friday, September 13, 2013


LA Shorts

So that happened.

Look how happy I am.

I think I might need to print this photo out and stick it on my fridge, because that moment, right there? That's what I've been wishing for most of my adult life.

The moment before and after?

It was more like this: where is X? X said they were coming. Why isn't X here? Hold up. I'm first? My movie is first? Is that good? Did they save the best for last? Oh fun, I get to compare myself to every other movie after. Oh god, people are laughing at that part of the film? Why are they laughing? This is not a comedy! Why did I write that line? It's a terrible line! I'm a terrible writer! Oh my god they laughed again! This is horrible. They hate my movie. Shit, now I have to pee and I have to go stand in front of all these people and not pee. I've had 2 children naturally. They know I'm physically incapable of holding it for too much longer, right? I don't see X. Oh yay there is A and B and C but where is X?? Oh here is my question from the moderator. I filmed it in Memphis. Yes, I'm a parent. And sure I'll hand the mic over. Am I going to have another turn to talk? Is that PEE RUNNING DOWN MY LEG? NO? No, not my pee. It's my spirit animal pissing on my leg out of sheer frustration. And... goodnight!

There was a nutty boss I worked for who would take me shopping on our lunch break and then yell at me for not washing her dishes and who firmly believed that the bad energy of her former assistant was haunting the desk corner of my office. But she did have some helpful advice for me once: this is not a sprint, baby. It's a marathon. Now go hand deliver these peanut m&ms to the producer across the lot because he'll think its funny and I don't care that the golf cart is broken.

The sprint thing. It's been really helpful.

If I'm to survive the business I've claimed I wanted to be since I could unlock my diary to write about it, I've got to get a grip and pace myself. And take a Xanax. And definitely pee before hand.

Day in the Life

Sunday, September 1, 2013

6:30 On the dot. Declan sounds the wake up call, which is butt against door +1000x until the one of us with eyelids less glued together goes to retrieve him. But he's got stuff to do, man. Like a mean Jack Johnson cover before breakfast. He's also working on some originals, like the Ballad of My LongAss Toes.


8:30 I'm already on Pinterest. Declan is getting a new big boy bed, built by his daddy. Harlow has decided she's getting a new one...and it will be a Day of the Dead theme. I'm am simultaneously thrilled and convinced that no friend will ever EVER want to spend the night with her again in the big pink skull head of death bed. Maybe its for the best as it will give her plenty of space to write sulky poems in her journal.

9:45 She spots this dead body. There will be much googleage later, and we will learn that its the Polyphemus moth, named in for its Cyclops eye on its wings. She will later declare this moth to be her favorite, because its wings look like motherf*ckin SNAKES. Nature gave me a birthmark to ward off predators. I feel cheated.



10 AM Rainbow Lake playground for Opera Memphis's performance of the Playground King. Harlow tells me that she's not really into opera.

10:20 She is totally into opera.

12:30 D is put down for his nap/butt drum practice against the bedroom door.

12:45 For some reason we talk about Nellie Bly, my favorite female action hero from the 19th century America. Really, she was a pioneer undercover journalist who faked being crazy to gain access to a mental institution and wrote scathing articles about the abuse she witnessed. I KNOW, right? And she had an imaginary penguin or cat with her. At least, that's what I remembered from the Value Tales version. She was rock start level cool to me when I first learned about her. But hold up.  I mean why did she have to fake being crazy when she routinely talked to an imaginary penguin?

I dream about creating an interactive graphic novel/ iPad app so kids can learn her story. And then I totally forget about that other thing she did, the whole, "I'm going to see if I can travel around the world just like Phileas Fogg in 80 days or less" and then DOES.  And then it turns out there was another female journalist whom a rival paper sent out in the opposite direction to try and beat Bly and Harlow is like, "read it to me, mom!" and I'm all mmmm uh huh and she's like, I'm gonna play Stickman on the iPad now and I'm "Ok mmmwhatever teachable moment gone........

2:00 I somehow trick her into watching a nature documentary about cicadas instead of Phineas and Ferb. Because the weather has inexplicably cooled to less than 10,000 degrees,  we go outside and count 27 dead cicada husks in the yard. She's convinced it is a world record. I don't have the heart to tell her that we are likely standing on top of half a million in our yard alone.

3:00 What has steamrollers and Day of the Dead art? An art activity sure to appeal to both of my kiddos! We watch a group of artists and volunteers ink a giant woodblock carving and then drive a steamroller over it to make prints. Declan thinks this is awesome, and two seconds later, he is running down the street because that is awesomer. Harlow is bored because they just keep doing the same print of someone's legs over and over. Caleb and I wonder why we ever bother leaving the house.

Witching Hour(s): dinner, drinking, more screaming, Declan putting coins, marker tops, and plastic in his mouth and then hitting whichever parent tries to dig it out. Harlow disappears briefly and reappears to sing an opera she has composed in honor of her daddy. It has something to do with hats and it is adorable.





And bath and more screaming and then blessed bedtime where he soothes himself by hitting the door with his butt for about 55 minutes.

9 PM Don't tarot tipsy. Encourages the spirits to mess with you.

11 PM Procrastinate so badly you actually start BLOGGING again