"This is New York...

it takes a lot outta ya and then ya drop dead" - Overheard at the bank today. Believe it!

Happiness is a struggle and it's easy to forget what you're fighting for.

Happy Weekending!

Kate

Oh Yeah...
Here is something I've been working on this week. BooHoo! More to come!

Little Videos by Kate

I recommend watching them all at once :)

Love,

Kate

Hmmmm

Arty...


O.K. so, this is terrifying and enchanting. Watch and be amazed!



Love,
Kate

P.S. I GOT AN APARTMENT!!!! YAYAYAY!!!!

Sunshower and Sunset

Sorry to be so lax about the posting the past few weeks...I've been looking for an apartment...MURDER!!!! and, most days have been interrupted by long ventures into bad neighborhoods only to be ripped off, dicked around, beat to the chase, and generally given the runaround. I have given my precious social security number to people you wouldn't want to shake hands with. I've ridden around in cars with prople you wouldn't want to pass on a street at night and, alas, nothing...until today. I don't even want to speak of it as, I can't and won't be sure the thing is mine until my name is on that lease and I am sitting in my lack of a kitchen eating a hardboiled egg! So, until I have time to think about anything other than this rat race, these images taken on my travels (and other's like them) will have to suffice...
With Love,
Kate

I've got no camera so I can take no pics.

I’m in London, not too badly jetlagged and quite happy about the change of scene.

First things first, went for a run in nearby Hyde Park. This place holds a TON of memories for me. It’s where I first learned to ride a bike, it’s where I would bond and hang out with my father, I would roller blade with my friends, smoke cigs, row boats, all sorts.

The history goes that about 900 years ago monks from Westminster Abbey owned the wild, expansive meadow full of deer, boar and bulls. In 1536, King Henry VIII seized the land to create a hunting playground for himself. Various proceeding Kings and Queens gardened and altered and built and shaped the land until it became the Hyde Park of today.

I love the moment when I set foot on it. I cross the orange sand of the bridle trail and run along the tree lined path past the Royal barracks and the grand Hyde Park Hotel to the Rose Garden, then double back along Ladies Row to the Serpentine Gallery (one of the best galleries in London). Then onward past the Peter Pan statue and over to the Albert Memorial (one of the grandest love tokens ever made). Back over again to the statue Physical Energy (a good reminder of what I’m even doing in there!) And onward ho to the path just beside the Serpentine Lake, then over the bridge and back on home.

The air always burns my nostrils a bit; it’s cold and surprisingly clean for the centre of the city. The icy breath in makes me think of being 11 and riding my bike in the rain because I wanted to be tough like my brother. Or of being 9 and sitting on a bench listening to Janet Jackson on my white walkman with pink buttons, wishing I could dance a little better. Or of the time I was speed skating so freaking fast that when I wiped out in front of the frisbee players, I had two huge, deep scrapes where my hip bones grated along the path for a good few meters.

I love the horse chesnuts, shiny and oily. The stinky geese and the lido swimmers. My nanny pushing me on the swings cuz I was a dork ass kid who couldn't figure out how to do it myself.

The white sunbathers in the Summer, the weird Amerian tourists jogging in the Winter, the Euro tourists meandering all year round, the Queen's mounted guards with their red jackets and metal and horse hair helmuts, the incredible planning that finishes each path with an extraordinary vista. It’s stunning, often moving me to tears, I’m so filled with memories and emotions and struck with the beauty of this city. It’s just so different from NY, certainly regal, but also the age of it, makes it feel remarkable, NY is about newness, forward spinning energy, London is a swirling cloud of history and gravity.

Right now the weather is amazing, my nephews are adorable, my parents are so sweet, it’s good to be home.

Lalalallove.

Mils

P.S. Yes, that was Elijah Wood... Not much more to say other than: he's sweet, has gorgeous eyes, and is doing a very lovely job producing Heloise's new album.

Will you take my picture?

The other day on a shoot; a particularly prop-heavy shoot, the make-up artists tapped me on the shoulder between shots and handed me her camera while donning a chef's hat that happened to have been discarded from the production and asked "Will you take my picture?"

She passed over her little digital camera and, without mugging or eliciting the presence of anyone else in the room - without even really smiling, she sat up a little taller, looked at me in a way that said "alright, go ahead" and, I took her picture. I handed the camera back, she inspected the shot, nodded in approval and the interaction was over.

I'm always struck when someone asks me to take their picture. Maybe it's because it has been so long since I asked anyone to take my picture. Maybe it's because I remember a time when I used to make this request rather frequently.

It has something to do with record keeping. It has something to do with self-love. It has something to do with youth. It has something to do with acceptance. But, the impulse in it's entirety defies categorization. Human, I guess. Photo graphic.

Anyway, it gets me every time. Like a tiny heart attack.

Blubbering,

Kate

Just a little Heloise shot

Um, I got nada mucho to say today.

Life's just good and busy and I'm leaving for London in a few days, which excites me.

Smooches,

Mils