Rah Rah Rhoda

I am so into Rhoda lately. Look how chic she is!




I'm a sucker for a sassy grandma and Julie Cavner in "coveralls."




Oh ladies.

new york city, summer 2007

Today was interesting. Good and bad and different. I woke up just in time to read my August horoscope (www.astrologyzone.com) by Susan Miller (my friend Chrissie's mom who is also really kind of famous for her star psychic-powers). The month in review looked a little odd and left me with a bad taste in my mouth. I'm not sure I TOTALLY buy horoscopes but, being the pisces that I am, I always read them. Just in case.

I went to be interviewed by this girl named Stevie for an Austrailian magazine. She was so pretty and probably the best interviewer I've encountered thus far, with me being in the opposing seat. I think I got some tips from her. She was so curious it actually made me more curious about myself (a rarity). We went to Mogador and Leo was there, as was Aviva. Leo is in the book and hasn't read it yet. Gotta get him a copy (or buy it, cheapskate). JUST KIDDING!

We took photo booth pictures which is my favorite form of photography. Then another kid met me, Brian, also pretty, and he had a lot of gear with him. I could never be a photographer for that reason: too much fucking gear! Snap a snappy snapshot and get 'er movin! But he did take nice pictures and also gave me a peach. I would never be a good photographer. No interest whatsoever. "Say 'cheese'! Smile!" Whatever.

Then I felt like being different and got all my hair chopped off and even colored it a nice, buttery brown. Pictures soon I promise.

I saw Bill, Jen Reynolds, Carrie, Handsome Ted and Coffee Cups. Newbies and blasts from the pasts abound. I got a Thai iced coffee and invited Bill and JR over and they wouldn't leave.

I'm totally obsessed with Joseph Campbell right now, so I'm off to get my fix.

Cafe Con Weirdo

Today is the birth of my new blog. It's like "Coffee Talk" without the coffee or the talk. Just typing and the occasional gossip corner.

Tonight I ate at Bar Pitti with Jen Brill and Rafael. They both sort of lit a fire under my ass to get shit to happen. And by "shit" I mean work and by happen I mean right fucking now.

Tomorrow I have an interview/photo shoot with a magazine called Russh (?) and then another photo shoot with another mag called Young Lion (I think?). Then I might go over to Lindsay's on 9th and A to possibly color my hair.

I'm having major hair issues right now. It's long and weird and not suiting me at all.



This photo was taken by Billy Strobeck. It's my author photo from Dear Diary. Part of his "Bubblegum Series" that he shot for Vice. Kinda cute? I need a camera.