Last Friday I met David Duchovny.
I have no photographic evidence of this because I met him while he was shooting a scene in his boxer briefs.
There was a lot of hubbub surrounding me meeting David Duchovny from my family and friends. They remembered what a hopeless, pathetic X-files nerd I was between the ages of 10-19. My Dad’s girlfriend, who works on Californication, told me to have my mother ship out any X-files paraphernalia and David would gladly sign them when I met him. My Mom would have happily obliged if I asked her. In fact, she spent most of the week leading up to me meeting David Duchovny telling everyone in our hometown.
As a 28 year-old who previously worked for celebrities, I would never in a million years walk up to David Duchovny with my Australia edition of the Rolling Stone that features he and Gillian Anderson in bed together or my Agent Mulder action figure from Fight the Future and ask him to sign it. That is not a freak flag I want to freely wave to the (more…)
Yesterday I spent the day in a place I frequent in my head, except this time I was there in person.
The wonderfully quirky world of Venice, California quickly became my favorite part of Los Angeles once I peeled back the sticky layer of sweat, sand, liquor and God knows what else that covers the town and saw what lies below the surface.
Venice has not changed a bit since I left four years ago. The only exception is now there is a medicinal marijuana store everywhere you turn. The employees wear green scrubs with marijuana leaves on them and scream at you, “The doctor is in!” It’s only $40 to get your medical marijuana card.
I even saw many of the same street performers who have been performing tricks on the boardwalk for years.
This street performer jumped onto a pile of broken glass
It’s as if Venice has been pickled in time.
I hope it always stays that way.
One of my favorite boardwalk homes designed by Frank Gehry
I relived my regular (more…)
Next week I’ll be reacquainted with a former flame.
A love that dragged me through the valley of extreme highs and absolute lows.
My relationship with LA is one I’ve romanticized in my writing, my dreams and very somber moments drinking alone. She turned me from a child into an girl; a girl with worn edges and heavy heart.
At some point last year, I realized that girl metamorphosed into an adult. All the hopes and dreams the girl cried for in her loneliness came true.
She loves someone now, and she knows her path career-wise.
I think about the girl often and in random moments I miss her.
I mourn her passing when watching an episode of Girls or hearing a song by M83. My new adult way of thinking tells me I’d never want to be her again, but there is a part of her that still calls to me.
The girl used to lie on Venice Beach at night, staring at the stars wondering when it will all happen for her.
She never thought that day would come, but it’s came, and I’m going to (more…)