Life Saber

As some may know, I am obsessed with my nephew. He is THE coolest dude on Planet Earth.
He is 3 1/2. And sadly, is going through a stage where he does NOT like to speak on the telephone (similar to yours truly).

The other day, I was having one of those days. Either the blues, or the mean reds (please refer to Breakfast at Tiffany's), so
I called home to speak to my mom, to drown her spirits on my self loathing and pitty.

a little voice answers "Hiiii bwynnnie!"
Hi T!
"Whatcha doin?" he asks
Just hanging out with Mickey and Goofy (since his last visit to California/ Disney he thinks my best friends are Mickey and Co... So I continue to pretend, while he's still got a sponge of an imagination)
"How are your turtles?"
They're doing very well. One is taking a nap and the other is eating some pizza
"Is it Michelangelo, Raphael, or Donatello?"
Well Michelangelo, because he loves pizza, and the other one is Raphael"
(he is being one of them for Halloween and is obsessed, I wouldn't actually tell him their real names are Hank and Shirley. What a buzz kill.)

Should I bring my turtles with me when I come to visit you?
"Ya! That'd be alright!"

So, T what's your favorite movie? I was thinking I could be one of your favorite characters for Halloween?

"Star Wars"

.....oh really? ( I'm not so knowledgeable on the series)

[he then started making noises and talking about light sabers, going in details about who uses what and everything that I've actually never known.]

he concludes on the two options, which will become the finalists for my Halloween costume...


"Luke Skywalker, Or Obie Wan Kanobie"

"OK! If that's what you want"

he hangs up.

The most fulfilling conversation I've had since I can even remember.


Talking to a 3 year old is much more fun than "grown adults". In either case we are both are most likely pretending, but in this case, It's a hell of a lot more fun. As opposed to the bullshit small talk you'd make with a 20 something schmoozer.


I want to move in with him and sleep in his "Cars" tent, and talk about ninjas, "weapon swords", and light sabers all day- every day.


not only did he save my day, he saved my mom an hour, some agony, and an hour of throwing me a pitty party.

Mr T saves the day.

For Erin, the prettiest girl on oahu.

My pal erin in Hawaii suggested I fill this out, so here you go pretty lady!!


Two Names You Go By:
1.Brynn
2. Brynnie/ Brynnie boo

Two Things You Are Wearing Right Now:
1. 5 necklaces
2. moccasins

Two Things You Want Very Badly At The Moment:
1. my chripractor to magically open up availabilty
2. vicodin/ some sort of tranquilizer, or just to go into a coma (having the worst back pain ever)

Two People Who Will Fill This Out:
1.My cousin Diane ( I guess this is where i "tag" you!?)
2. whoever else

Two Things You Did Last Night:
1. vegan food from Real Food Daily
2. sleeeeept for hours upon hours

Two Things You Ate Yesterday:
1. a bunch of vegan delights
2. soy milkshake

Two People You Last Talked To:
1. gmail chatting with mallory
2. and I just talked to the girl at the cafe

Two Things You're Doing Tomorrow:
1. sleeping
2. dmv

Your Two Favorite Holidays:
1. Christmas
2. and I guess thanksgiving? although something always goes wrong with me

Favorite Vacations:
1. Mom and Dad's in Portland
2. somewhere where I feel free

Favorite Beverages:
1. Water
2. naked juice. superfood or mango

running away

I am excited for an upcoming exit.
yes, soon I will be running full forced away from the front of the lens, and head behind the scenes.

only in LA

Only in Hollwood, Would you be driving down the street and witness Danny Bonaducie ( I dont know or care how to spell his name) Walking out of a liquor store with two large, yet flimsy black bags, overflowing with various bottle tops peeking out, saying they're goodbyes to the city of Los Angeles, as they spend their last moments as your ordinary form of liquid medication and enter the liver and continue the Saga of "Breaking Bonaduce".




isn't he supposed to be clean? Wasn't his reality show all about getting better? Looks like he's done well....er...not so much.

Father Christmas comes early

Yesterday, while eating breakfast. The photographer for this week's shoot walks in...

As I sit at a table full of Brit's and one other American; one by one, whispers scatter around the table in "hush hush" manor, until one girl loudly debates her neighbor "THAT'S BRUCE WEBER?! He looks like FATHER CHRISTMAS!! I thought he was a young thin man!!"

While I'd seen photos of Mr. Weber and heard of him as if the bible was strictly about fashion... he'd be someone who'd be one of the hierarchy closest to god. The pretty British girl was right. He does indeed give off that "Father Christmas" vibe in person.

He's got a calm and happy presence, he's kind of quiet, and physically meets almost every characteristic that one might list to describe Santa Claus himself.


Although, you'd subtract the red hat with a bandanna, and the red suit with lots of khaki and natural colors.




one of my favorite spreads in W Magazine was shot by him a few months ago:




[ today, is a down day. We were told to go around Providence and explore, and get some color, because we're all looking a bit "pale". But, I chose to stay buried in my over sized bed, and let the sunlight kiss my face through the window. ]

The Island of Rhode

this blog has NEGLECT written all over it.


I sit in a fancy shmancy hotel, alone, atop my california king with bedding for Royalty- which sits parallel to a duplicated bed, with no one to sleep on it. In front of me hangs a flat screen, way bigger than could ever be necessary, yet can't provide a damn thing to hold my attention for the life of me.

Ive spent my day with really really ridiculously good looking people, who at a majority, i found really really faulty in stimulating conversation. If only I spent 10 hours a day in a gym..

I contemplate life, passion, and room service.

Skinny Love

Bon Iver manages to drain out every last tear. Go ahead, give it a try.



Come on skinny love just last the year

Pour a little salt we were never here

My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my

Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer



I tell my love to wreck it all

Cut out all the ropes and let me fall

My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my

Right in the moment this order's tall



I told you to be patient

I told you to be fine

I told you to be balanced

I told you to be kind

In the morning I'll be with you

But it will be a different "kind"

I'll be holding all the tickets

And you'll be owning all the fines



Come on skinny love what happened here

Suckle on the hope in lite brassiere

My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my

Sullen load is full; so slow on the split



I told you to be patient

I told you to be fine

I told you to be balanced

I told you to be kind

Now all your love is wasted?

Then who the hell was I?

Now I'm breaking at the britches

And at the end of all your lines



Who will love you?

Who will fight?

Who will fall far behind?