A day of camera experiments for a little film I am cooking up.
My foot & McConaughey.
Friends invited my to crawl out of the hidey hole that is my apartment to watch the season finale of True Detective. I was too sauced to noticed that my foot was in 90% of the photos I took.
Plans were made to watch the Red Riding Trilogy which supposedly is even better than True Detective.
Went to the Wes Andershow at Meltdown Comics this evening. Tal went as Ned Zissou and I felt I needed to represent my favorite rapscallion from Rushmore by putting his portrait all over my skirt. There were surprisingly few pieces at the show inspired by Rushmore. A couple of my favorites were a portrait of Max Fischer by Molly Bates Johnson and a cool “You’re My Rushmore” poster by Hannah Nance Partlow. Certainly, a must-see art show for any sad sack.
(Source: absentions, via larmoyante)
"I don’t eat. I don’t sleep. I do nothing but think of you." #movinghairportrait
I have been and always will be a fan of little parcels of despair.
Day 66 3-7-2014
I am supposed to be finishing a script and shirked all responsibilities to watch The Grand Budapest Hotel. And the ArcLight Hollywood had the gall to taunt me with its hotel miniature. Bastards!!
Lost in L.A.
I have a soft spot in my heart for snails. Last week, during an evening rain storm, I tried to save a dozen of them from certain doom on a busy road.
My days have been less sad because of the amount of time I’ve been spending wandering the woods looking for locations.
Good Vibes here
Good Vibes here
Being lost is part of the deal.
The day ended with an unexpected hike up to a labyrinth on a hill overlooking the Pacific Ocean.
Don’t be an ignorant wisher. [hugecartoons]
This is kind of how my 16th birthday went down…
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