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July 28, 2006


most of my time in LA was working, and those images I can not show yet (I'll post a production journal one day, on the other blog, when we are cleared to share such things), but yes, my actual personage, in the hotel where we shot photos monday, the photographer playing around. I'll get the pictures I took of the PCH on my way to Malibu, on my morning off, on here sooner or later.

PS say goodbye to the pot-smoking lady hair, though I've grown use to it, I'm told it brings out my eyes. I'm definitely ready to be free of getting the roots done. I'm so not a beauty shop kind of girl... I'll be back in black, as they say, soon.

in LALAland















when waiting patiently on set for things to progress, I had a little tyraid about never actually getting any FORTUNES in my cookies -- really they were philosophy cookies -- "the wise man knows...", and I had already openned two. SO, Joey opens his to find this -- the perfect "fortune"

July 12, 2006

Nic says "OUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"












She has to "sleep" in this machine with anti-embolish booties shooting air in turn. It felt like sleeping next to the Darth Vader. The machine slowly worked her post-operative hip, and made her CRY. Some help came Vicoden and Valium and lots of movies boys tend to hate. A daily shot in the STOMACH (to a women who use to faint at the sight of them in movies -- have to uncheck the -- no chance of heroine addiction -- off the list), followed by two hours lying on her stomach to stretch out the hip flexors, and two sessions of PT a day -- which all also made her CRY. You like the white granny tights? They're anti-embolish too -- sufficed to say -- we did everything necessary to battle the evil embolism possibilty. Crutches for a long time... my poor dizzy funky gimpy sweetie. She now has an unhealthy attachment to a tinker bell blanket...though she has stopped chewing her nails, I fear she may start sucking her thumb.

I read her journal when she could not stop me, to find out what boys she kissed in Europe.

I'm nice, but I'm cunning.

La Cinque Terra

approaching Garda


a dog in Verona

Sunset over San Marco

I think it can be said that I have a healthy adoration of food


from however far away...


look at the size of those ...
capers

carbo loading anyone?

adam and eve's conveniently growing vein

squid ink pasta

meringue as big as my head

window shopping in Venezia

Sienna

terribly lost driving back to the villa


not a good idea to drive around italy before you're over your jet-lag...but the results can have their benefits

the walk into town