We flew to the location today. Day 1 for me on Dead Europe. Working with Tony is an immense pleasure. Staying in the quaintest chalet. The vegetables and the cheese are orgasmic in this village. It’s 9pm and already in bed.

i’m officially giving up trying to be good.
I’m not, never been. It’s not me.
Deal.

In a strange turn of events, a peculiar twist of fate,
I’m now living in NY and this has occurred:

i wonder how obvious it is.

I miss my friend.

this movie breaks my heart.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qbkw6LDr4Pc

one day, one day, imma find that ideal cave on that perfect mountain and imma stay there.

4am / 6th

It’s all just a little bit of history, repeating.

Running around town making arrangements, heart dry as salt, muscles following orders, words mostly rehearsed, feelings not optional.

Uncle Louie has good fake ice cream.

You’d think it otherwise, but it’s mind blowingly lonely.

As per usual, playing a part, while I’m playing a part, as I’m playing a part.

End of day at Pier 59 studios. Shooting for Harper’s Bazaar, Jeff Koons photographed the story, for the September issue.

Brooklyn is so handsome, in a Once Upon a Time in America kind of way.

shit help me, i will downsize, taper, streamline, shpring clean the fuck out of this motherfucker.

I’m in the latest Crush.

“..My name is Victoria Winters. My journey is just beginning. A journey that I hope will open the doors of life to me, and link my past with my future… A journey that will bring me to a strange and dark place, to the edge of the sea, high atop Widows’ Hill, to a house called Collinwood… A world I’ve never known, with people I’ve never met. People who are still only shadows in my mind, but who will soon fill the days and nights of my tomorrows…”

i totally miss me.

outtakes from a Marie Claire magazine interview shoot
[clicks to color]

I see the people working,
And see it working for them.
And so I want to join in,
But then I find it hurts me.

Some say that knowledge is something sat in your lap.
Some say that knowledge is something that you never have.

I see the people happy,
So can it happen for me?
‘Cause when I am unhappy,
There’s nothing that can move me.

Some say that knowledge is something that you never have.
Some say that knowledge is something sat in your lap.
Some say that heaven is hell.
Some say that hell is heaven.

K.B.

Generalizing, but what vomitous class of people actors are. They prowl for victims, to fall prey to their store brand charms. No loyalty, no ideals. Will suck up to anyone of power but will proclaim to be free spirited revolutionaries.

#nowhappening

In Paris, to see and taste.

..more of New York and Paris at dontEVERloveme.com
Schizoid, two diaries. Split.

Waldorf Astoria Hotel, New York, March 2011

Back in my childhood room for few days. Not much has changed, neither in me or to it. Rather, a lot has changed but is still the same.

I had to watch some of my old movies because I had to, for a thing. Was like seeing someone I used to know well but lost touch with.
A stranger, but not strange enough to pass judgement on, strangely familiar. Like a family member you’re not fond of but are conditioned to be kind to. That kid there, I have always held a grudge against.