TRYING TO BE A SAINT IN THE CITY OF ANGELS

I've worn a ton of different hats in the last few weeks...

I learned this face from Manson.

I promise that bracelet is from a concert and not a hospital.

... Literally! Har, har. Everyone says "literally" in Los Angeles but actually uses it the right way: "I literally walked into the door" when their body made actual contact with the door, so while I've made a point never to use it in the hyperbolic sense, I don't know what to do about the literal sense. It keeps sneaking into my vocabulary.

Those are some truly frightening hat selfies but like I was going to keep the puffy gold turban all to myself.

But I really have been jumping around through a lot of different things. I've been lurking around the background of some tv shows, eating all of the food from craft services at Fox Studios, interning in PR showrooms, styling a handful of projects, and perpetually wondering how I'll pay next month's rent.

Did you see me on 2 Broke Girls or The Crazy Ones? I was in your living room and you didn't even know it. (Awkwaaaard.)

Bonus picture of Daniel Radcliffe's back because it's DANIEL RADCLIFFE.

This month holds an equal amount of uncertainty and promise, but hopefully with more pictures since I have my camera back in my little hands. While LA is occasionally an absurd place where your worth is measured by your bottle service, there's a lot to be said for the comfort of strangers, the grace of family, and "HOLLYWOOD" tossed up in white letters on the side of an unattractive, glorified hill right outside my apartment.

I basically still act like a tourist and I am at peace with this.

Check out some of these showrooms that people have not only let me voluntarily into, but also let me TOUCH OBJECTS inside. $4000 dress? Cool, no big deal, let me straighten that skirt. Oh, sorry, I just dropped your $700 cuff on the floor. It's fine, you have a whole cabinet of $700 cuffs. Those are paltry compared to the cabinet of $2000 cuffs, anyway.

Cow goes moo, frog goes croak, and the elephant goes...

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YOU KNOW YOU LIVE IN HOLLYWOOD WHEN ....

..... your very first project gets axed.

It gets metaphorically packed up and driven away in a truck like this picture.

I've talked to so many people who tell me stories like, "I played lead against David Spade in an pilot episode for Fox," or, "We spent six hours getting into wardrobe and makeup for the battle scene!" I get excited and ask, "cool, what show was that??" and they sort of eyeball the ground, shrug and say, "oh, well, it didn't get picked up," "they cut that scene out of the movie," or "it was never released."

So it happens. A lot.

LA River: once Hilary Duff landed a spaceship here?

I spent a day hanging out by the LA river after answering a casting call to be a "bad kid" in a music video for an upcoming musician. There were about ten of us in the bad kid family pack, and together we roamed under bridges, into tunnels, and across train tracks. We swung weaponry we found on playgrounds or stole out of sheds and generally did our best to look fierce at all times.

The crew was legit. There were cookies.

I was faceless until the nice artist painted it on.

To be fair, the production had a quality of Doomed From the Start about it: we were kicked out of places due to lack of appropriate filming permits, nearly became felons by hanging out on train tracks, and all wore lingering expressions of, "wait, what are we supposed to be doing now?" 

Most of the bad kids, looking fierce even before getting makeup/hair done.

I did a lot of dancing, fist pumping, weapon banging, and dirt kicking that I presume looked awesome on camera (how could it not) but shall never see the light of a public screen. A few weeks after we filmed, I saw the artist at an event, bounced over happily to ask on the status of the music video, and was handed the bad news instead: they were going to reshoot it. Everything we shot had been cut.

Our director is definitely going to hit the A-list some day. You can tell by the way that he points.

Why was it cut? Creative differences. It's always creative differences. 

Cue my sadface. Regardless, I got to hang out with really neat crew members, get makeup did, dance around silly, and visit some parts of Los Angeles that most people don't get to see. (Because they're not legal.)

Note that I was also having the best. hair day. ever.

Here's a still from the never-before-seen, never-to-be-seen music video, and here's hoping that none of my other projects get cut, right?!

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