After all?

A year ago, the only thing I needed to do was get an agency contract. Hastily, I jumped in got a crappy agreement (which took me a year to understand) with an agency that should have been a sure shot. But, I lived and learned, and worked for an international agency, got out of my contract with SF agency, and and currently talking to 2 other agency in SF! I'm keeping the options open for now, and just getting communications up to see what everyone has to offer, with out being quick with the pen.

On another note, it's my bff (of 12 years, btw) "16th Again" birthday (she'll be 16 for a while longer) and I'm planning a little special something that involves the Red Queen and the Mad Hatter. Hopefully we will fall down the rabbit hole!

first espresso of the day. Tel Aviv, Israel


I just got back from Israel, via a freakin' long ass flight time: 2 hours from Tel Aviv to Istanbul + 10 hours from Istanbul to New York + 7 hours from New York to San Francisco. I was lucky enough to jump onto a non stop from jfk to sfo, rather than my scheduled flight which stopped at lax for a three hour lay over. In New York, I hadn't slept for three days, so when I finally got to my cousins apartment (which was amazing btw, I had my own room) I passed out for 24 hours.
Thanks to a bit of a stomach sickness, I didn't eat anything during the flight period, but the constant altitude changes still caused some sexy nausea. I'm sure green looks good on me.
Israel was phenomenal, so much that I couldn't leave when my flight home came around. I ended up staying a month, and renting out an apartment in Tel Aviv, having a few men fall for my "personality", and working with a great agency, MC2 Tel Aviv. Here is a bit of documentation, if you can handle the excitement.

this camel did not want anything to do with us silly americans. Desert near the Dead Sea, Israel

it was very cold and windy, but we caught some awesome shots up on the roof. Downtown Tel Aviv, Israel

White dresses don't go well with my attitude problem

I snapped this at a fitting for an amaaaazing couture wedding dress designer, the fabric was made in the 1920's and was pretty heavy. I would have worn it as a formal gown rather than a wedding dress. Once they had me in the huge gowns with veils and all, I started laughing uncontrollably. The dwedding gowns were beautiful, but it just solidified my non-marrying reasoning.



AAAAAaaaand because I feel marriage is a fail..

OH AAAAAAND...

I had a few hours to kill between castings the other day, so I decided to walk around the mission district to find a place to relax, maybe get an espresso, what not. I found this awesome coffee place, great atmosphere and the people were just hanging out, then I left without making an effort to remember the name or what street is was on. After a long Google session, I found it. The Atlas Cafe, on Bryant street (coincidence?? I think not) and 20th.




It has this great outdoor patio, and thankfully SF in November it was a beautiful 68 degrees, so a little book reading and coffee was a perfect time killer. It could have also been the handsome looker who was sitting across the table from me, alone, sans hand jewelry. Although I have an odd feeling that he was a casting director for a commercial I did last year... He's still cute.

So now I'm a director.

Well, not really. I am attempting to "direct" a photoshoot, with no budget, no location, and a date set as "sometime mid-January". So really, I'm chalking together something from nothing to hopefully get some grand images of drama, beauty, intrigue, you know, the usual.
The concept is James Bond, but the old version: 1965. So the hair and style will be vintage, and even greater, the male model gets to be a chauvinistic woman lover/hater who knows that he is God's gift to humanity.
Any one have idea's about free shooting? Location, wardrobe, H/mua, etc? Anything will help, as I am working blindly.