"hi f*ckers."

I shouldn't censor myself because of the whole freedom of speech and the press, but I don't want to turn away too many readers who are into the whole "judge a blog by its title" mindset.
Here's the story about those f*ckers.
Once upon a time, there was an aspiring actor who had just began acting in independent films. Things were going well when she received an email from the director outlining the schedule for filming. Set was being put up in a city about one hour away from my city, and we were all to find our own transportation. Day for filming rolls around and she is on her way to set. She runs into the other lead, which is dandy, we catch up, get coffee and walk over to set. The director sees them and asks what they were doing there, they tell him that they were there per his instructions. He says the actors weren't to be on set today, they were only getting background shots.
Now these two fine actors are walking around, fairly annoyed about the events that have transpired, when they overhear a conversation from the crew. This conversation blasted every aspect of the misplaced actors, from their not being able to read an email, to being so divalicious that they expect people to jump at every whim of theirs. The actor then walked around the corner, smiled politely at the group of people who were just talking poorly about them, and she says, "Hi, Fuckers".
But on another note, filming is going very well, and Levi's keeps asking my agent for me, but we are all waiting for the right project. I love me some Levi's.

Crash into me

Man, I loved the film Crash. If you haven't seen it yet, it's about that time! This was probably the most heart wrenching song in the film, but it also speaks volumes on its own. Hope you enjoy!

Back as a newbie.

My momma says that I was modeling when I figured out what a camera was. I did do a bit in grade school, and again in high school, but my family raised me to believe that engineering was a career, not silly jobs like modeling or fashion design. But after everything else seemed to lose my interest, I got my head shots done, and headed off into the big world of modeling.







My ORIGINAL head shots. Taken in the huge garden behind my then managers backyard.

Today was lame.

I was not productive. I added millions of people on my twitter, I just went from twat to twat, twatting everyone. At least I used protection.

and for the NOW's

--Listening to: Killing me softly covered by Sophia Hiller



And I got a thingy in my email, and there I was..












































So sunny, and SO cold. I would extend into a pose and hold until the photographer yelled across the field, then shrivel up into the fetal position. Not the most flattering pants there, but those weren't even made by the company. They must have been sparing my already freezing skin from with wind chill with the yoga shorts.

Shooter shooter

Today, we were on location at a flower gallery, which meant a TON of color. I don't do color very often, so this was quite a change. One photographer wanted a very commercial look, and, lucky me, the other photographer wanted drama and darkness, almost a sophisticated and modern femme fatal type. I was wearing black denim pencil leg jeans, by Habitual, as well as an un-tucked white button down men's style shirt with a SWORD leather jacket over, which was later switched into a plain cropped vest. The make up was clean, and classic, no not a ton of retouching from the hot hot heat we were working with. California sun gleams pretty damn hard in the summer.
These were all taken by one of the photographer's assistants, the actually photographs will be through editing shortly, and then into the books! In this business, it's all about waiting for the results. Patience, because photo editing takes freaking forever.

If I tell you, I'll have to kill you.

Once upon a time, there was girl who wanted to be a super hero. So, she went to as many super hero training classes as she possibly could, and began her super hero duties, with her new super hero friends and co workers.
The difficult part wasn't saving people from burning buildings, or keeping the bad guys away from the good guys, but, it was keeping her identity hidden from the people who wouldn't accept her for being a super hero. This made her life quite secretive, which she thought would be acceptable, until slowly lines started to blur.
See, this girl wanted so much to let everyone know what she had been doing for a living, but it is very easy for a super hero to 'fall from grace,' as it is said. One poorly executed save, and a super hero can be put out to pasture, not before everyone is told of their poor super skills.
For fear that she wouldn't be good enough, she decided to keep her mouth shut about her work, rather than lie about it or try to let people understand.


Modeling is made out to be a very glamorous job, which it is at certain times of course. But, like all jobs, there is work, and the reward that comes from all of the work. Now, I wish I didn't have to exercise as much as I do, or pay a trainer far too much to keep me accountable (and I have grown to despise the taste of ice cream, thank goodness), but it is a small price to pay for the fun times I have on set. And who knows, maybe I'll get to wear a cape in the near future.


oh, and this photograph was taken by Jerry Mok, a fantastic shoot in the back of a Japanese restaurant in San Mateo, California. Looks like I was channeling my evil villain side.