Well there’s no dancing around it – it’s been a while. Life was crazy during the first chunk of 2015 which, if you’re familiar with the biorhythms of TV production, is to be expected from January-May when the beast known as Pilot Season comes out of hibernation and eats everything in sight…your lunch breaks, your sleep, your ability to make a 9pm dinner reservation.
This year, however, instead of pilot season as usual, I got an amazing opportunity to cast my very own series (insert excitement and terror here). I couldn’t have dreamed up a more fastastic project for my first casting director credit: a badass new show for IFC called Documentary Now!, starring Bill Hader and Fred Armisen. It was an occupational adventure to say the least- just as insane and busy as any pilot- and my dear friend Amy (who I enlisted to work with me on it) and I worked our asses off. In the end, the stress, super long days, and baby-missing will totally be worth it because the show is really something special…interesting, unique, smartly written and truly hilarious.
The only downside was missing the fine ladies of Thomas/O’Neill Casting (my usual gig), especially my new-mama compatriot Nickole. Nic’s a real trip…I believe ‘sparkplug’ would be a good descriptor. She’s funny, SASSY, and usually the life of the party. Coincidentally, two pilot seasons ago, we were both pregnant at the same time, due and delivering just days apart. Sidenote: I’m sure the rest of the office loved having 50% of the staff be two, hormonal, emotional, overly-tired pregnant ladies during the busiest time of year. With all that in utero excitement, and a good dose of genetics, little Coco is shaping up to be just as much the spitfire as her mom. So glad we were able to squeeze in this lovely, gray-day December shoot just before the holidays!
Layla may be the raddest 8-year-old I’ve ever met. Before our pre-holidays photo shoot, she spontaneously spent her morning making a stop-motion video…just for fun.
God dammit, Los Angeles lost some good folk recently. One of our premiere couple ‘besties’, the duo known as Rob and Anjali, just moved to New Orleans for an amazing job opportunity. We are super bummed, to say the least. Not only will our Friday nights now be devoid of obscure board games and under-the-radar restaurant trials (did I mention that Anj is a food writer?), but also, sadly, Bo is losing his best and oldest friend, the darling Elliott. Yes, I am aware he has no idea he has a best bud yet, but, trust me, he feels the sting.
So, Bodhi and Elliott go way back to their zygote days last fall when Rob and Anjali decided to copy us and have a baby too. That whole sentence is one big ‘dad joke’ (I tend to frequent them), which Rob will appreciate. As you would expect, it was really great to share the whole crazy pregnancy experience with good friends – right down to delivering at the same hospital with the same OB/doula team. They were among our first visitors after Bo was born and came bearing Mario’s Deli (fitting as Rob, Tony, and I are part of a little organization called “The Knights of the Sandwich”). As we passed around the babe and the sandwiches (the roundtable has rules people!), we gave them our birth play-by-play and listened to the update on their final pregnancy days. Little Elliott was born 10 days later.
So, as you can see, I have a soft spot for the lad and just had to get a few photos before he embarked on his first big move.
Miss you guys! Can’t wait to visit! Until then, get the young squire a Muffuletta sandwich on “Lady Turkey”.
“Remember the hours after Sept. 11th when we came together as one…It was the worst day we have ever seen, but it brought out the best in all of us.” – John Kerry
I had prepped another post for today – being a new parent and having no earthy idea of the date 95% of the time – but the social media juggernaut swiftly reminded me that it was not just another day.
We all have our 9/11 stories. I don’t think I can do the emotions of mine justice in words, but these photos I took this past Fourth of July in Morro Bay, California capture some of the good left in the wake of that tragic morning. There was a pea soup fog choking the sky that night, but the people came together anyway to celebrate. On July 4th, today, and a handful of others, it is a little easier to look beyond America’s flaws and divisions, the hard lines of red and blue, and simply unite under her spirit.
I picked up my Maine film from the lab last week and the photos have me pining for fresh, salty breezes all over again. It was so special to spend time with family in such a relaxed and beautiful setting. Some highlights include: building rock ‘houses’ with my niece (the budding architect), a bonfire on the beach, an authentic Maine lobster boil (courtesy of our very generous host), exploring Kennebunkport (luckily, not a Bush in sight), and an epic two hour ‘mamas only’ hot tub+bottle-of-wine R&R session. However, my favorite moments were the cool morning porch-sittings, when we slowly gathered, one-by-one as each of us woke, to man the rocking chairs and chat; cups of coffee warming our hands, collectively gazing at the changing horizon and simply being together.
These are some of my favorite shots. All taken on my Pentax K1000, except the last four, which were shot on a Holga 120 TLR (still trying to get a hang of the focusing distances with that one, tricky minx…and remembering to wind it).
Just a quick special holiday edition of Found Photos. Have a lovely, relaxing and (hopefully) labor-less day filled with whatever rejuvenation your heart desires.
MAY YOUR OFFICE SIT EMPTY….
“Milford, CT 1975”
AND YOUR TOOLS LAY AT REST.
Happy Labor Day!
My girl Jen is the best kind of friend – gives killer advice, always up to flea market, ballsy but totally laid back, and hella funny…you may recognize her from this Dannon Oikos ad with the men of Full House. Like I said, FUNNY right? A while back she needed new headshots and wanted a few pics with her completely adorable son Grover for her blog, Skinny by Monday. I, of course, was happy to oblige. Being the musical-theater-mama that she is, she really knew how to turn on the pizzazz (yes, I said pizzazz dammit, get over it) and the whole shoot was effortless and a total blast.