2012: The Year to Not Give a F*ck
Things I'm attempting to not give a f*ck about include: my inner critic, outer critics, 'shoulds', 'should haves', auditions I have, auditions I don't have, future x-rays, parking tickets, Rick Santorum, dishes in the sink, that whole box of Puffins cereal I devoured this afternoon.
The best part about not giving a f*ck is that there's more room now to give a flip about things that make me happy like: my little brother visiting and hikes and my snuggle pup Chubs and my goofy improv team and Schmidt on NEW GIRL and overpriced candles that smell amazing and my girlfriend's Manhattans and those magical times when there's no traffic on Highland.
1 Night Stand
If AMERICAN PSYCHO is on his night stand...at least, text a friend.
Holidays & Loss & Star Wars
The holidays are so intense. It's sensorial overload. We take in festive lights, the coziness of our favorite sweaters, the love we feel for our friends, and the deliciousness of hot chocolate samples at William Sonoma. We allow ourselves to be joyous. And when we sing off key at candlelight service, the beauty and power of life can be overwhelming. I always end up crying. Not just because I'm a terrible singer, but because singing is a vulnerable thing. You open up your throat and your heart. And everything feels beautiful and temporary and precious. And then, I can't help but think of the ones I've lost who mattered so much to me.
My sister-in-law Natalie lost her husband. She wrote a beautiful post about her son Kai's take on his father's love, and how it is boundless, without end. It's a holiday gift. THE WORLD ACCORDING TO STAR WARS.
Shit Girls Say
This made me so happy. Someday, I'll learn to edit what I say outloud.
Yearbook:Teen Movie Ending
Had so much fun shooting this with Team Tiger Awesome.
A steamy night in NYC:Venus in Fur and Momofuku's Milk Bar. One sip of the cereal milk shake and I went all Harry Met Sally.