I think I’ve lost count of how many days I’ve been in a good mood as of late. This is the most odd sensation and I keep waiting for something to happen to alter my mood. But lately it seems that not even the crazy lies that a certain person has been divulging on my behalf of secret conspiracies has allowed me to be in a foul mood, rather, I ( Read more... )

My stay in L.A. cam to an end, which saddens me a bit because I was starting to get used to that city and the fact that I could be a slacker, if only for a few days. At least I was able to see Mr. Molko before I left-so I guess I got this month’s ration of nancyboy swooning? Haha

I’m heading out to Cannes for my show Film Festival. My mission is ( Read more... )

The Pope makes miracles ( Read more... )

I have a four more days to film in Paris. I’m sort of sad that this time is ending so soon. I was starting to get used to this city. My French had even gone beyond the usual, “M'embrasser, me baiser, je suis votre prostituée,” and now I can spout poetic prose such as, “Ne cherchez plus mon coeur, les bêtes l'ont mangé ”. Besides, I was starting to ( Read more... )

I'm not sure whether you'll even see this, but I just wanted to wish you a very Happy Birthday, Michael! I hope that you have a wonderful day!


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Paris has been rainy and gloomy ever since I arrived here Sunday night. I keep hoping that a minuscule ray of sun will peek through the grey clouds, but in vain because it doesn’t seem like it’s promising even a tiny glimpse of light. With this somber atmosphere it feels like one is treading through a million Charles Baudelaire poems with every ( Read more... )

I spent Easter weekend with Swami in Milan. It’s odd how although I was extremely tired from filming being in the company of an energetic six year old made me feel more vital myself. We spent Easter morning in bed opening various size eggs seeing what kind of surprises we found inside and eating lots of chocolate (obviously). In the afternoon we ( Read more... )

My lack of sleep for the past few weeks has finally started catching up with me. My brain feels clouded and jammed with a million incoherent thoughts. I’ve spent the whole day on the set not truly making out anything that anyone was saying to me cos I was in a awake but sleep-like state, you know, the kind where you feel like you’re not really ( Read more... )

Warning: Bi-polar post ahead.Every morning, from 5am, until midnight, for the past month I’ve been required to transform into Moana Pozzi. The transformation isn’t merely a physical one-that’s quite simple to obtain. In three hours I can resemble her with the help of the makeup artist. The tumbling curls, red lips, black eyeliner, and thick ( Read more... )

Filming can be rather difficult and quite tedious. Five AM wake up calls. Make-up artists that fuss with you for hours in order to make sure that you look exactly the same as you did the day before if you have to shoot the same scene over again. Sex scenes are the hardest ones to shoot. Not because the director is requiring me to simulate porn ( Read more... )