Wednesday, July 9, 2008

Wanted: The Carver

I don't think I've ever seen an automobile that I want more that suits my lifestyle as it is today. If you haven't already, do make yourself familiar with The Carver.

I put myself on the interest list, the Carvers are not yet available for purchase, and when they do become available, I hope to be among the first to know.


Q: How much?

A: About twenty-two and a half euros.

Do I think that asking price too expensive for what the carver offers?


Well, that depends on what one considers valuable.

Fact: One of the models is all electric.

My thinking: What a pleasure it will be to remove myself from the victimship of high gas prices. Just thinking about it evokes a ruthless snicker (albeit a silent one) as I put on my knowing smile. There are also hybrid models that get about 300 to 350 miles per charge and a full carver of gas - I have yet to discover exactly how many gallons of petrol the carver drinks- the [high] performance model, tops out at around 300 miles for distance and 120mph and the standard model can travel about 350 miles with a top speed of just over 100mph. The electric model tops out at 75mph and can go for 120 miles on a single charge.

What date the Carver will be available, I do not know but in the meantime, here are some morsels (read: desktop wallpapers) to snack on: the view from inside, this lovely gray Carver at the docks, and of course, the Carver's lovely behind. I'm an ass woman, myself.

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

You Gotta Respect A Dreamer

While other people may say what they will of the industry I'm in: I love it. Where else can I rake so many leaves (make so much money) for doing something joyous and for so little time? Case in point: the American Airlines commercial I had the good fortune to book. It was a direct booking, I didn't audition for the role and - here is the sweet spot, my agent hadn't even submitted me on it. To this day, we don't know how it happened that the casting director called my agent and booked me by name - although I do have a [spiritual] theory, which I may share in another post. Now, I know what you may be thinking but, I had not worked with that director ever before, neither anyone else on the crew or in the cast. I wasn't even familiar with the advertising agency. Really, this job was just a gift. Phone call from my agent one day and the next day, I was due on the set in the afternoon. What a dream. Probably the most pleasant job I've ever done. Glorious day outside and I was in and out within - I think - four hours or so. There were about ten or so actors. All of us playing family members at a family reunion. No direction really, just hang around and stand together for a family photo. That was it. No one had any lines to speak. Just being there is all we were asked to do. It was a national spot and I don't know how long they aired it but I was the beneficiary of a good bit of loot... A really good bit.

Under the circumstances, it seems most unlikely that they used a ouija board to summon my name and agency number from the netherworld - although this too would have been a spot of good luck - however, I do believe there were/are/will forevermore be preternatural forces at work. Tangible forces which remain unseen. We are, all of us, masters of our universe. Science shows us over and over again that we do influence events and order with our intentions and our minds. I remember my state of mind when I was gifted that commercial.

It is with great certainty that I know that when my heart is full with love and my countenance glowing and golden with excitement that pure golden goodness courses through my veins, fueling my brain and influencing my mind. When we are in the highest (read: creative) state of mind: Nothing is ever "too good to be true".

So, without further ado, here is one of the American Airlines commercials I did. They made a few versions of this commercial. This is the thirty second spot. There is also a longer cut of it, in which I am most visible and (someday) soon, I'll post that too. In the meantime, see if you can spot me.

Skunk Anansie

These are more virtual contact sheets from a shoot I did last spring with Tomoko Matsushita. If you are interested in shooting with her, you can find a link to her site on my sidebar. She is the best photographer in Los Angeles, hands down.



My good friend, Paul Inder, introduced me to this UK band called Skunk Anansie while we were working on a song of our own in his studio. Something I did vocally, he said, was reminiscent of the lead singer, Skin (a.k.a. Deborah Dyer).

Usually, being likened to another singer/actor/artist is about as flattering as being told that you left the butter out on the countertop overnight but before I could get my panties all in a bunch, Paul threw on their album. I wanted to slap my own face; the greatness of the music and the overall style of the band is jawdropping. Fully understanding that I'd received such a great complement, I got all mushy inside. "I... remind you... of. (gulp) of Skin," I sniveled? Probably the best complement a girl singer could want. Though, sadly, from what Paul has told me, the band has long since disbanded, which saddened me. This is a band I would have gone to see. Here's a peek.

Death Becomes Here



One of my favorite activities to indulge in during the summer months is the joy that is Cinespia. At the Hollywood Forever Cemetery, on Saturday and Sunday evenings, we are all invited to come through the gates, bearing blanket, low chairs, pillows, food, wine and any other luxury items we desire onto the grass for movie screenings. The films are always vintage, the last film I saw there was The Shining. Really, really fun. All of the films they select are not horror films but they are always classics.

Cinespia hosts resident DJs who spin ambient music before and after the film.

If you've never been. Don't miss it this year.







Cinespia Cemetery Screenings Season 08








Saturday, July 12 | Golddiggers of 1933 (1933)







Sunday, July 13 | Valley Girl (1983)





Screening later this month are the following films, including Clockwork Orange, which I have never seen and want to wsee desperately. It looks nice and creepy, like bloody bedroom slippers overturned and encrusted into the tattered blue shag carpet... I like creepy.








Saturday, July 19 | A Clockwork Orange (1972)







Sunday, July 20 | Get Carter (1971)