Take 5. No, take 10. Hell, take 2880.

Things rarely seem calm. That’s a good thing and a bad thing. The weekdays have been chock-a-block with all the stuff that make up the hamster-spinner of my life. I’ve been trying to keep the weekends to myself but even that has been difficult. This weekend I said no to it all.

But let me backtrack.

Friday felt like a remarkable day, the shoot was stupendous. Levi was enigmatic and torrential and spectacular. We took fantastic pictures. Of course the stupid video camera had to poop out just at the moment he took off all his clothes and begun dancing with the helium balloons (these have suddenly become our new favourite prop). Having Denise, a real, live, talented, art director on set, pushed us in ways we’d never before experienced and working with our old photo editor from Nerve, Rachel, felt like we were all embarking on a meaningful and familial, new creative path.

I know I'm melodramatic but I get so inspired and moved by those sorts of days. Ideas were bristling back and forth, people were giggling because we’re doing crazy shit, but it’s smooth and tight, and real work is getting done and everyone feels stimulated and satisfied. After the insanity of the studio session we took cars to shoot Levi and the model, Andrea, in the Hasidic section of Williamsburg. Soon after we started shooting we were asked to leave, which seemed to excite Levi, but turned me off. So we hustled a few more shots then called it a day and moseyed over to Diner for dinner.

I felt so giddy, sitting at a table with so many creative people. Caroline and her brother Austin joined us, then Sarah. Listening to Caroline and Levi fantasise about creating an alternative CFDA, or eavesdropping on Denise and Rachel talk about photography, or even just watching Kate and Lisa smooch and be sweet -the entire table, the entire night, felt magical.

I’m a sap.

I woke up on Saturday to church bells chiming, early. I'm sure it’s the first time I’ve ever heard them in my neigbourhood. The urge was to get up and DO something. Clean the house or run in the park or write a story -something. I had to remind myself to just stop. Stop. I’m always going, planning, doing. And as much as I believe action fosters action, and doing inspires making, sometimes I forget the value of idleness.

So I lay on my sofa, reminded myself that I have a home, and I should just LIVE in it -that sometimes, living is Just. Doing. Nothing.

-Camilla

Loony con't

We have a shoot today with Mr Levi Okunov for Radar Magazine.

There's all kind of hoopla about him.

He's very sweet on the phone -we're excited to meet him.

We had to do a superficial clean up of the studio, it's been quite the pig sty in here. Everything's been crammed into the equipment cabinet and covered with a big curtain, if anyone touches it the whole thing is gonna collapse. Ho hum.

Tonight my friend Deb is fighting her second bout at Mayhem on Mulberry, she's going to rock it, I just know it.

Then it's off to Williamsburg to the fundraiser for the Humble Arts Foundation at Gitana Rosa Gallery. I'm excited for that too.

Feels like Kate and I haven't stopped going for weeks. No stopping in sight. I think I like it like that.

Kiss me

Milla

Moon Lover

If you're reading this and it's still nighttime, get off your luscious ass and look at the sky.

There's a very red, blue moon tonight.

Ever your proud lunatic,

Mils

Talkie talkie

My Baba (father, in English) was just in town. Here to take care of me a little, council us on our business and tell me I look “too fit” from boxing.

We had some good old fun, had brunch at the Maritime on Sunday, and watched the painfully anorexic waitresses snub their little bony noses at the food we ordered. Baba always finds it highly amusing when people think I’m his girlfriend, so he stood a little taller when the girls snickered as we left the terrace arm in arm, and the dudes gave him a knowing nod –funny that people’s instinct goes to Gold Digger -heavens forbid a father would want to spend quality time with his daughter …?

So last night we had a 3 hour-long! interview with the darling and exuberant Autumn Sonnichsen of Eleela Magazine. We actually talked at this interview, which is, sort of, an improvement, but it was more like ramble and rant and I’m sure we’ll get in trouble for what we said. It was difficult to do a “sexy” interview. It was kind of funny though (to us), at the end, we’re sitting on the big sofa, the sun’s setting so it’s dark in the studio and Kate and I are frazzled from a long day with lawyers and accountants and now hours of yapping about ourselves and Autumn asks us to finish with something sexy. Kate and I looked at each other, and then it was unmitigated silence for a good 2.5 minutes.

“Uhh, I dunno”, was all I could come up with.

I WAS actually trying to think of something sexy to say, then I felt stupid trying to, and then I realized this is the point, I can’t manufacture sexiness unless I’m moved to, the old blog killed something in me, but it was something that needed to die anyway, so it’s actually a very very good thing.

So that interview won’t be out for a while, but have a peek at the mag, Autumn said it can be hard to find in the US, but it’s been trailblazing the Latin American market for 38 years!

Oh. In more shop talk: you can read some more thumb-up-my-butt Kate and Camilla musings at New York Arts Magazine. The print version should have more pictures –it comes out in June.

Kiss kiss kiss kiss

blah blah

milla

Dreamy

Last night, I had a dream that I was dead and that when you were dead, you became a star in the sky and all of this made sense when I thought about the speed of light. Like, "I wasn't even here in the first place. I was here in the past and all of this is an image traveling at the sluggish speed of light across eons to flicker for me now so, it doesn't matter if I'm dead anyway". At least that's sort of how it sounded in my dream.

In the dream, to make one's way to space, it was necessary to negotiate what seemed like an endless unavoidable criss-cross of electrical wires which, while generally harmless in the spirit world, still packed quite a punch. They had a way of running you off course like when you get churned up by the sea and can't tell which way is up. This is how the sky felt in my dream and, more than once, I found my way, unwittingly back to earth.

Love,

Kate

Distraction

As you may or may not know, we've left our post at Nerve. This makes me sad. We were big fans. Even back in college! I can't speak for Milla but I left because I've been distracted. It's what happens when you're down in it. You can't get your head up above the surface long enough to see anything other than the constant blinding lapping and slapping of the waves at your face.

Thanks to some fortuitous meetings and happy accidents, this is about to change. Someone sent me this and it got me thinking. From there, I went here and here where I found this and this and I started to feel my focus shift happily away from things like this which have in various forms, one indecipherable from the next, have surrounded me (literally) for the last few months. Not to say that things like this don't have their place in the world, I just don't want to share that place. Things like those have a way of crapping out your radar for things like this and before you know it, you've seen one silly putty snatch too many and you forgot that there's something else out there. But, that's just me, I could be wrong. I probably am.

Love,
Kate

Baby's first modelling job

Oh me gawd.

Hahahaha.

I look so dorky, I mean dykey.

Sarah Jessica Parker has a new clothing line called Bitten.

They paid me so much freaking money to eat pizza and sweat huge sweat stains on that nice little hoodie.

Like the boxing wrist wraps? Don't I look tuff.

Luv IT.

Chicks are gonna dig me now.

Hahahaha.

See if you can find me

-Mils