Misery, Week Three (where I am).

Misery, Week Three (where I am).

When I lived in New Orleans, in pursuit of opportunity that could arise in a new film market, I combatted my sense of lonesomeness with my camera. Interpreting the images of my surroundings helped me to process them in a way that deteriorated, and also sometimes emphasized my separation from them. I think this is where I developed my eye as a photographer; as in, my own distinct way of perceiving the things around me. 

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Misery, Week Two.

Misery, Week Two.

Most times, I am stretching myself so thin, trying to make more and more and more of a day. Rare times, like the first week of my freshman year of high school, and the first time I went to summer camp, and my first week in Misery, the days seemed to somehow make more and more and more of me. The first week felt like it was a month long. Hot, sloggy days that revealed more of what all of my days ahead were to be filled with. 

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Modeling

Modeling

Sometimes I question why I love modeling so much. At a purely objective standpoint, it feels self-indulgent and vain. When I judge myself, it feels like a cry for validation, importance and relevance. Truthfully, it is all of those things. It's an attempt to express my relationship to myself, and the varied experiences of a very full life.

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Storyline Apparel Fashion Show

Storyline Apparel Fashion Show

I met Melanie Bowman Clarke quite a few years ago at a christmas party for the locally filmed network show, Grimm. Perhaps we were made comfortable from the start with the generosity of the open bar, but regardless it was warm and sincere connection. 
I remember telling her that I had, for the first time ever, begun confidently owning "actress" as my professional title. 

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