Sunny SpaceCraft

I'm so burnt out but for some reason I woke up extra early this morning when I really could have gone for an extra two hours of sleep. I decided to drive home last night so give my last goodbye to Tinkess until the holidays, and I'm really glad I did, but man am I tired. I didn't shower last night, so my hair has an authentic dirty bedhead look, helped by Steve, the stylist who was working to get that look at the Miken shoot yesterday. I worked with Katie from FORD again and I was planning on taking more pictures but the art director borrowed my camera..so photo credit to Jessica today. The photographer, Gary Wood, rocked, the hairstylist rocked and the makeup artist rocked, I love working with people who kick ass at what they do, that kind of attitude just steps it up for everyone and results in really good shit.

Pass Under the Moonlight

Erik was the first to leave. And now its started. One by one our dear group of friends from elementary school is being torn apart by the future. This is the point where we break away from dependence and begin a new chapter. We all spent the evening at Erik's house, better known by most of Laguna's high school population as party central where anyone whos anyone has been way too wasted for their own good. But for those close to Erik we had to say farewell, at least for a while, to a home that we called ours. We all found ourselves in the kitchen retelling our favorite memories about the infamous residence, like the time fit fifteen people onto Erik's mini-trampoline and then ate jellybeans or the time Erik threatened everyone with a knife when one of his parties got too wild, and who could forget the egg chair? The night ended with us returning to our middle school blacktop, a place where many of us became friends, to lie out and watch the last meteor shower of our lifetime.






Chelsea and I visited the Dan Flavin exhibit at the LACMA on Saturday, something that was postponed far too long

Will Work for MakeUp

I love my job. On Wednesday I was given the chance to work with some up-and-coming makeup artists in a master class hosted by Stila. A penthouse suite at the Mondrian Hotel was taken over by 'inspiration boards', fem-pop music and a photographer who rushed the makeup artists along by shouting "ONLY FIVE MINUTES LEFT!". I felt a bit like I was on one of those challenge reality shows. I was made up in three different looks by different makeup artists; a glam 'red carpet' look, a dramatic dark smokey eye look and a light daytime look. After each look was completed the photographer snapped a handful of beauty shots, which I kinda got to style myself..adding my own sweater, hoodie and headband for different looks. But after we took the photos I had to wash off my makeup so another artist could get to work. I felt so bad, after all that time and energy put into making the makup look great, I had to get rid of it! But at least both the makeup artist and I got some really beautiful pictures out of the day, and out of all the other models, I was the only one who worked three looks, I totally rocked it. AND the best part was I got a bag full of free Stila cosmetics!!

Extreme

Yesterday Erik and I went to the X Games at the Home Depot Center to watch the skateboard vert finals and the car rally finals. Since we have a VIP suite i figured we wouldn't be outside and left the house sans sunscreen. Well the vert competition was outside, in the hot afternoon, and my forehead and nose turned a nice shade of cherry red. A tan face has been a look I've been trying to avoid all summer. We saw all the skateboarders do really sick tricks, get huge air and also eat it big time. Mr Shawn White turned out a golden run in his last heat and won by charging the halfpipe the entire run. The Flying Tomatoe captures vicory once again. The car rally was actually really fun to watch. Two cars race around the dirt track and out onto the street, competing for the best time, and try not to crash. Sweet.

It Was All Different When I Woke Up

Change. Thats been the definitive word of the past couple of days. I'm sure it will be for the near future. I've just had many endings as well as several new beginnings, so its true that when one door closes another opens. Goodbyes to old agents and managers, life long friends, a beautiful beach community and a caring boyfriend seem hard to face. But following the goodbyes come an eager hello to better agents, new friends, a new apartment and big city and a healing heart. This picture from my new balcony inspires me to stay positive. I am so ready for LA!

Fond Farewell

After a very long and dificult talk, Johnny and I have decided to end our nearly eight month relationship. I think that if both people in a relationship have learned from eachother and grown and matured, then it was all worth it. Johnny has taught me so much and I am so thankful that he was able to be an amazing chapter in my life. I am completely crushed and heartbroken, but it was a decision we both made, to try and work the shit out or start fresh without eachother, so I have no one to blame but myself.


R.I.P.
Johnny + Steph
mimimoomoo vampiemos

December 9, 2006 ~ August 3, 2007

Pump It Up

Tuesday afternoon I had to catch two flights and haul myself over to the Kohl's headquarters in Milwaukee for a photoshoot. I swear, they must shoot every single day of the week because they fly me out there every three weeks like clock work. And there are always tons of models working. But this time I had some company, both Kalyn and Rachael were out there working the same day too. I love those girls. Its hard to understand how much work is put into a job that seems so easy. Hanging out with cool, interesting people is a perk. Lynda, our hairstylist, has the androgenous Bowie haircut with steel blue eyes but has the sweetest personality topped off with a British accent. And I lalaLOVE Pieter, our makeup artist from Amsterdam, who tells us about his Madonna Halloween costume and has comments on every celebrity. His hands always smell of a mix of cigarettes and polo black. The shoot went well and immediately after we were shuttled to the airport where our flight was delayed a half an hour, just enough time for me to step into the Denver airport to hear that my connecting flight, 22 gates away, was departing in 2 minutes. Sprinting through the airport, rolley suitcase flying behind me, I made it to the gate and into my seat with no time to spare.