June 13th, 2012
I guess I had to become older and with a broken heart, to understand this is a very, very good film.
June 6th, 2012
LA BETE: Pardon…
LA BELLE: De quoi me demandez-vous pardon?
LA BETE: D’être “Bête”. Pardon.
May 23rd, 2012
an old magazine shoot, a wardrobe fitting for a film, a play flyer, a video letter that fell on deaf ears.
old incarnations found on desktop, need be filed away, immediately.
so many old lives, each one in its own folder. don’t want to remember.
May 20th, 2012
”Η Κάντυ υποσχέθηκε στον εαυτό της να κερδίσει την αληθινή ευτυχία.
Και ήτανε ένα όμορφο φεγγάρι στον ουρανό.”
April 26th, 2012
It seems I’ve always been excited by the simple things. “woooaaaahhh floweeerss wooah”
April 22nd, 2012
After a month and a half of sailing through the ocean, a boat arrived in a NYC harbor with 50 boxes full of artifacts of my past lives. Re-invention, interrupted.
April 19th, 2012
Starter wife: A man’s first wife that marries out of love and helps him achieve wealth, power, etc, but is then promptly discarded upon reaching said goal, for a younger, more attractive woman.
April 7th, 2012
Shooting at the Hamptons. Sunny, but the wind is cold.
He takes pictures, after each one is done, we move on to the next, a change of outfit, change the hair, refresh the makeup, etc.
I often get a feeling that if I fail to give good hair for a shot, they will kill me or somehow I will die, like being held hostage.
Heart is pounding.
March 30th, 2012
One day, these 50 videos of Summer of 09′, will no longer be unbearable to watch.
And then, I might be able to make some sense of Summer of 09′. And the life of 73′.
I shan’t tell you.
March 28th, 2012Estella: Well?
Pip: Well, Miss?
Estella: Am I pretty?
Pip: Yes, I think you are very pretty.
Estella: Am I insulting?
Pip: No. Not so much so as you were Last time.
Estella: Not so much?
Pip: No.
*SLAP*
Estella: Now take that, you coarse little monster. What do you think of me now?
Pip: I shan’t tell you.
March 15th, 2012
Video interview I did a few months ago for my new movie “Tied Red Thread” which came out yesterday.
[note to self: don’t agree to a video interview after a 17 hour location shooting day. #busted]
March 1st, 2012
I’m on a plane back to NYC. Many things to share but I don’t trust you anymore dear Diary, you run your mouth. So I’ll just tell you that food is about to get served and that I like stripes.
February 27th, 2012
i’m sitting on the floor of a dark, empty, echo-y, dirty room, eating stuffed vine leaves with my fingers out of a can. i wiped my mouf with the store receipt. #ghetto
The movers just left with my things. I feel like I’ve been butt raped by a rabid gang of inbred gorillas and left for dead. Only worse.
Also, it may be illegal but I’ll be hiding hiding in my luggage to New York (some of) my beloved lilac tree.
February 26th, 2012
It took a whole week to close up and purge and be done with my huge ass apartment in Athens, now the movers are coming tomorrow. All my stuff will be on a NYC-bound ship for 3 weeks, bravely sailing across the scary atlantic seas. So romantic.
I had totally forgotten about her, hidden behind weeds in the veranda. You’re coming with me, missy.
[She’ll be getting a new weave in NYC. I’m thinking lilacs.]
February 21st, 2012
As I pack up my apartment in Greece, it’s utterly brutal to come across my helmet from my movie Delivery, my Oswald pipe from Ibsen’s Ghosts and my Carl costume from Sarah Kane’s Cleansed, complete with severed prop tongues and some sand I kept from that swampy pit set.
February 20th, 2012
Back in Athens to close up my apartment. Like a surreal bad dream.
In a few days, my cats and I, will be on a NYC airplane out of here, forever.
December 31st, 2011
The devastating thing about wholeheartedly yearning for something for years, is that sometimes you receive it. And it turns out to have been your own evilest trap.
