10 October 2019


I sway in a space of isolation – wading through water, wanting to leave this textual conversation that dragged me in as an afterthought. I do not feel the earth in all of its uneven glory today. Instead, I float. I float on my back, chin up, facing the blue sky but not really seeing it. I sink. I plug my nose and push myself down until my back feels the grainy concrete of the bottom of the pool, and the blue sky ripples off outside of a clear circle. I stare. I stare at the altered reflection my arm makes to the surface. I stare at the bee I saved from drowning, toweling itself off, flicking microdroplets of salty water free from micro legs. He pulls his glossa  down towards his belly, rubbing his forelegs until it bounces back. I push off the wall, cut away from the surface, and swim along the floor to the other side of the pool. My ears feel 7 feet of pressure and I think, "I wonder how my body will react to deeper waters." My hand taps the deep end wall, and still on one breath, I head back to the bee in the shallow end. I pop up, lungs aching, legs tingling. I look at where I am. Alone. In a pool. Waves of light casting rainbow ripples by my feet. I hate my body. I hate that all my friends are in your jeep, and I'm here. I think about unfollowing you. I delete instagram instead. I think about leaving the group chat. If this were a family, I'm the cousin people tolerate. I put my phone on airplane mode instead. Later, I log into instagram on my laptop after watching an episode of The Handmaid's Tale. I hit unfollow, and pause when they ask me if I'm sure. My legs are giddy for a run to clear my head, but the coyotes are out. They're howling hits playback in my mind. Am I sure? I'm sure that this will feel really good right now. Yes. Is it easer to be forced into isolation or to create an island of pity?

some time in june, 2019

26 September 2019


May 2019 | telluride, co

11 June 2019

my body, on a road trip

19. my body on a road trip
open window, breeze
fingers making waves to sea

coastal days in a salty haze, I watch wild horses roam seaside fields along a faded horizon of dusty blush that melts like butter into the soft rippled whispers of eternal water. How does this place exist? My teeth feel dry from smiling and a hint of wind hits my eye. I wipe away a tear that blurs the horses’ grazing. I fixate on the bluest of blues but wow this grass is something that could only be manufactured out of a tube of paint, I swear it. My eyesight feels wasted on concrete commutes. Four-hundred miles from home, and I could do it, but I don’t want to miss a minute of a view like this. One more deep breath; one more roadside pee. I drive a bit further down and find a nook to watch the sunset. What does this feel like? Falling asleep on a blanket in summer while tibby eats grass. The first night that the touch of bare feet feel warm on the steps leading to the front door. A big ole sniff of rose petals fresh with morning dew. The utter glee my niece showcases as I hold her hands and spin her around and around on the hardwood floors. Pure. No gimmicks. No filters. No phones. Present. 

This roll is a slideshow of what I want in life. A fever of road trips behind westfalias in forest groves while I take grainy photos of foggy sunrises and sip milky coffee out of a steaming thermos before finishing the roll as dawn breaks over my lover’s shoulders. I’ll finally read, 100 years of solitude in a hammock under a forest skyline and go to bed smelling like a fresh fire, watching embers fade in a sea of stars, stretching silently above my own little eternity. 

June 11, 2019

10 April 2019

Maybe I can only write when...

I used to think I could only write when I was depressed.
So I searched for it.
I shut the shutters and hid under the covers. I lived void of light, dwelling in darkness, scratching at scratch paper in some sad poetry until ink bled like the veins I didn't dare nor care to touch.

Then it happened  – I fell in love.

I let light into the dark corners of all my nooks, read books with romantic hooks, wrote about her lips and hips, traced my fingertips over every dip and sipped the cup dry of all of it's gifts every cold drop.

I dive deep, Love is the water in which i deeply dive, throwing my heels over my head, legs open, drowning in desire until my feet hit the deep end and my lungs bleed for air. I pull myself out of this pool of love, shake off any heartbreak, and up the ladder I climb.

Toes wiggling on the edge of the platform, I brace myself for the fall i love. to fall in love. Over and over until my eyes are bloodshot and every pore reeks cries tears of chlorine.

And I think: maybe I can only write when my heart is broken.

April 9, 2019. 21:20
written on the commute home with a podcast on low,  reflecting on the source of my flowing thoughts as they string together. 

13 March 2019

fuzzy chalk board

"is that all you talk about?"
i am a human driven by emotions. I start nearly all of my sentences with, "I feel like..." – a trend in which I am deeply annoyed of, but somehow can't stop doing.

Here's the monkey brain of the fortnight:
1. I don't know how to behave around my ex, and I've told her so. Sometimes a door appears on the fence that guards her heart, but when I reach for the doorknob to peak inside, it vanishes.
2. I have this deep desire to write and direct, yet each time I open up a screenplay, I see everything and nothing. My mind pictures scenes so vividly, with character and light and angles that stay tight, but when I attempt to write, it's mud.
3. My future is a hand-wipe over a bullet pointed chalk board. I'm unsure who wrote it, but I keep erasing it for a reset as the chalk breaks into smaller pieces.
4. Today's sun felt like summers on the blanket with Tibby out front - a plate of wheat thins, breaking up mini soft pine cones as pollen dust blows across blades. It was the kind of warmth that glowed peach through closed eyelids. Youthful. For a brief moment, anxiety and shame and schedule vanished, all on a car wash bench with the news blaring and hoses screeching.
5. Oh, how I wish someone could tell me my next steps.

24 January 2019

25 things I tried to do before turning 25

Turning twenty-five terrified me. It meant getting a real job and settling down, becoming stationary, predictable. That's not the case. I've met loads of people who are upwards of a decade or two older than me who find a lovely balance between truly living life with all its wonders and also paying the bills. So, which my excellent fico credit score, I had a quarter life crisis prematurely, as is my nature. This list was always in the back of my head, and while I didn't complete everything, the adventures I went on are one for the books.

Today, on my 25th birthday, I'm making pasta and a new list. The adventure continues.

looking towards my future while a dog shits in the background

January 25th, 2018
11:24 AM

  1. Go skydiving
    1. Aug 10. Best day ever. Truly. Went with nick in santa barbara. So much fun jumping out of a plane, doing flips in the sky. There's so much adrenaline, i wanted to kiss every single person around me.
    2. Oct 6. Paraglided in Ponte Caffaro, Italia. I literally signed no paperwork and received life or death instructions in an unfamiliar language, but it was a beaut. My camera and I were quite content.
  2. Longboard on a long stretch of road
  3. Beekeep or woodwork or ceramic or forge
  4. DP  or AD 3 projects
    1. DP M GIRLS -- first experience. Enjoyed it, and by the third day didn’t feel like a fraud
    2. AD LOVE NOT LIKES - pilot
    3. AD WEDNESDAY - short
    4. AD Just One Night - short
  5. Write a book
    1. Jan 22 Editing book of shorts
  6. Float in a sensory deprivation tank
    1. Aug 16 - Magical, beautiful experience, but wasn’t completely mindful of where i was. Focussed on my body too much, what i didn’t like about it.
  7. Do Shrooms
    1. March 29 / 30 Where do i start. The world is such a beautiful place. From mountains that fade into clouds to trees which open up in warm nooks, burnt by fire yet still standing strong.
  8. Catch a fish
  9. Road trip across the states
    1. Aug 17 - sept 1. Left from los angeles, went up to vancouver, cut across through banff, down to glacier park, then minnesota, chicago, nashville, virginia. 15 days of camping, a couple air bnbs, loads of stories.
  10. Skinny dip
    1. Aug 22. Fraser Valley, British Columbia, Canada. I stopped at the tunnels after someone in a grocery store parking lot said they're a sight to see. after walking through these massive old train tunnels, I hiked down to the stream below. There was a little damn, and I figured: now's my chance. Secluded, I stripped and dipped into mountain water run off. Frigid but freeing.
  11. Be naked in the wilderness
    1. Telluride, river goddess remake
  12. See Jazz live
    1. Jason Moran, Nov 9
  13. Get a photo published
    1. Shop in the city magazine, torino
  14. Feed a deer in Nara, Japan
  15. Make a longboard
  16. Get a headstone for Shaun
  17. Run a half marathon
  18. Move
    1. Moved to italy. Sept 18 - Jan 11
  19. Learn to crochet
    1. Jan 23 2019 - learned to knit at sara’s -- i’ll take it! But def not for me.
  20. Finish a book in a day
    1. Jan 17. Devotion by patti Smith. 4 pm - 7 pm
  21. Reach 100% Duolingo
    1. Not completed, but 235 straight days of italian duolingo is something to be celebrated.
  22. Go camping and don’t touch my phone
  23. Make bread
    1. Made bread on sunday, Feb 2! Grinded up whole red winter wheat using an attachment for kitchenaid, waited a whole long time, used molasses and a touch too much flour, but man oh man did it taste amazing. Finally finished up the loaf today, feb 7
    2. Made another loaf Feb 10, but the grinder did not grind fine enough so it was a pretty chunky piece of bread. Tasted good, just dense.
    3. Made sourdough (2 loaves)
  24. Make a fort
    1. Korina and I made a fort in Yucca 3/3/18. We were pretty analytical about it, questioning whether the fan can take that much weight. It ended up being more of a teepee, but fun nonetheless. Hung some fairy lights, cuddled. Very sweet.
  25. Listen to silence
    1. Jan 6, 2019. I sat in an alcove outside of the spanish steps in roma, listening to the footsteps of boots on stone, to the wind, to birds cooing, tires on cobblestone. Silence is an orchestra.

15 January 2019

everything i've consumed in 2018

everything i've consumed in 2018*

*not including tv shows


Jan 16. Too Much and Not the Mood by Durga Chew Bose

Jun 8. Wind, Sand and Stars by Antoine de Exupery

Aug 25. The Handmaid's tale by Margaret Atwood

Aug 26. Works War Z by Max Brooks

Dec 27. Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury


Jan. 2 - Call Me By Your Name [i wish i'd been in a mutual heart-breaking love before watching this]

Jan 5. Meyerowitz Stories (New and Selected) (2017)

Jan 5. Bring It On (2000)

Jan 6. Moana (2016)

Jan 6. Mr. Roosevelt (2016)

Jan 13. I, Tonya (2017) - so much fun, loved the mix of media and the interview concept

Jan 14. The Big Sick (2017)

Feb 11. The Florida Project (2017) - great insight to life in the projects, desperation parents go through to fend for their kid and protect them from knowing hardships, childhood curiosity

Mar 7. What We Do In The Shadows (2014)

Mar 10. A Wrinkle In Time (2018) - horrible acting, simple and boring dialogue that doesn’t move the plot. Disappointing.

Mar 31. Take Your Pills (2018 documentary)

Apr 1. Bend it like Beckham (2002)

Apr 5. A Fantastic Woman (2017, spain)

Apr 10. Mulan (1998)

Apr 15. 20 weeks (2017)

Apr 16. In search of Fellini (2017)  - very amelie esq,

Apr 17. A Quiet Place (2018) so entertaining, great use of sound

Apr 20/21. Guardians of the Galaxy (2014) entertaining, funny, exciting, cute characters

Apr 26. Kodachrome (2017) shot on film about film with elizabeth olsen, what’s not to love

Apr 27. Disobedience (2018) beautifully shot film. Fast pace in beginning, lots of CU with movement, cool shot of rabbi behind glass, refracting light.

Apr 28. Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 (2017)

Apr 30. Thor Raganok (2017) Fun

May 1. Porto (2017) wonderful, miss anton yelchin

May 4. Her (2013) so sad and lovely, relatable

May 7. Tampopo (1985) so much fun, great ramen western

May 9. Monty Python and the Holy Grail (1975)

May 9. Monty Python’s Life of Brian (1979)

May 13. Avengers: Infinity War (2018)

May 13. Bring it On (2000)

May 14. Goldfinger (1964)

May 19. 2001: A Space Odyssey (imax, 70 mm. Stunning. monumental)

May 20. Deadpool 2 (2018) amazing, holy shit balls

May 20. Amelie (2004)

May 25. The deep place (short doc) 2018

May 25. A woman captured (feature doc) (2018) many tears

May 25. Around the world shorts:
Persian powder
Born of stone
Beyond the horizon
In perpetual motion (fabulous)

May 25. RBG (2018) tears, I want someone to look at me, love me, and support me the way her husband did

May 26. Climbing Shorts:
Break on through
brothers of climbing
chris sharma: above the sea
life couch

May 26. The Game Changers

May 26. The Long time

May 27. Adrenaline Program:
San Juan Stories: The place
Rogue Elements: Corbet’s Couloir Segment
Hayley: 90 seconds on fear
Cult of freedom: australia segment
Drop everything: michelle parker segment
Ski the world
Trek c3 project - brandon semenuk
Natural playground
Racing winter
The dock
Frontier of firsts
Sky surfer
The world’s best belayer (hilarious)
Travis rice rides epic spine in japan
Surf the line

May 28. The human element (2018)

Jul 4. The Incredibles 2 (2018)

Jul 4. The Clapper (2017)

Jul 5. Set it Up (2018)

Jul 16. Drinking Buddies (2013)

Sep 2. Crazy Rich Asians (2018)

Sep 15. Hot Fuzz (2007)

Sep 26, Like Crazy (2011)

Sep 30. Call me by your name (2017)

Oct 4. Duck Butter (2018)

Oct 8. To all the boys I’ve loved before (2018)

Oct 8 sierra bourgeois is a loser (2018)

Oct 26 American pastoral (2016)

Oct 31 Mountain (2017)

Nov. 1 Valley Uprising (2014 doc)

Nov 3. The Holiday Calendar (2018)

Nov 12 Before you go (2014)

Nov 13. Alex Strangelove (2018)

Nov. 15. The Parent Trap (1998)

Nov. 17. Sleepy Hallow (1999)

Nov 20. It’s kind of a funny story (2010)

Nov 20. (500) days of summer (2009)

Nov 21. CAM (2018)

Nov 21. The Dawn Wall (2018 documentary)

Nov. 23. The princess switch (2018, so dumb)

Nov 25. Wildlife (2018)

Nov. 27. All these small moments (2018) eh

Nov 28. Nervous Translation (2018, japan / philipines) beautiful film, felt connected and inspired. World through eyes of a child

Dec 3. Julie & Julia (2004) still good

Dec 26. Trainspotting (1996)

Live shows

Jan. 4 The Comedy and Magic Club New Year, New Acts

Jan. 9 Black Rabbit Rose Stephen Harris; We The Folk

Jan. 21 The Plant Room (his living room, echo park) Lo fang

Jan. 25 Masonic lodge at Hollywood Forever: Bahamas

Jan 30. Black Rabbit Rose songwriter night - dee

Feb 22. The Echo Girlpool

Mar 6 The El Rey Jordan Rakei

Mar 20 Bootleg Theatre milk & bone

Apr 12 Mayan Big Thief & Perfume Genius

May 10 Belleville, Pasadena Playhouse

May 12 Huntington Beach Like Totally 80’s festival

Oct 27 Blah Blah, TO, Dark Rooms

Nov 9. ORG, TO Jason Moran

Nov. 18.Alcatraz, milan  Hozier

Dec 11. Giovanni Agnelli Auditorium Antiqva Form

Dec 20. Jazz Club Torino, Blues Night ft. BIG Harp & GIOIA’s Family

07 December 2018

six thousand miles and counting

Hanging out to dry in Genoa, IT

I am a big advocate for celebrating discomfort.  So much so, that I left a very slight incline of a film career in Hollywood, a measly one hour drive from where I grew up for the past 24 years, to live as an au pair in Torino, Italia.

I am 6,000 miles from home, and after solo tripping across the country for two weeks back in August, a trip which consisted of me and Fran tip-toeing along the Canadian / US border for 5,444 miles, a 6,000 mile move seemed doable.

I am a sucker for change. I call myself spontaneous, but maybe at my age, spontaneity is just an optimistic word for being rash. See, I can cross borders, rivers, and oceans, leaving familiarity in a billow of dust behind me, but I can't run from myself. Six thousand miles and I'm still afraid of commitment. Three months and I'm still making excuses as to why I did not write today. One month till I'm 25 and here I am considering if I should start a food blog when I get back to Virginia.

Allora has a better ring to it than "so." And yet: So, this is me saying I am grateful that I get to live in a city with a cinema museum, reminding me of the career I can return to in a few months. This is me saying I am thankful for the rare opportunity to be so far away from home by choice, learning a new language and new skills for the kitchen. This is me saying that I have met incredible people from all over this beautiful pale blue dot, whose post cards can fill my walls in the years to come. This is me admitting to myself, yet again, that my curiosity is a gift, but it only takes me so far.

What's after these 6,000 miles?