red and white

Yesterday I had the pleasure of going to the city's only hedge maze and running around in it dressed as little red riding hood, a red helium balloon, tied to my wrist, hovering above me. It was all for the sake of practice, I guess. The weather was so grey and gloomy, not a cloud moving in the sky, and the awkward burst of rain here or there. It is so easy to sneak into this place. We jumped the fence, and if you saw what I was wearing from the waist up, you would be so proud of me: not a muddy splotch, a rip, or a fray on any of my outfit. I feel like I'd give our new little film away if I showed you guys my full wardrobe, but I do want to give you an idea of what I was wearing, so here are some shots from the waist down. You can see, I love red and white just as much as I love black.

Thom has a really neat little apartment. There is a pantry with original wallpaper from 100 years or so ago (I took a piece for myself). The floors are so neat, too: super olden times linoleum that is waring here and there.

For some reason we had an awful fun time playing with this green lamp he has.

Outside of the house, prepping for the beginning of filming. We lost the red helium balloon and had to go get another. What suckers!

Now, I am not going to post for ten more days or so because I am going to San Francisco to celebrate my birthday. All urgent telegrams can be sent to the Fairmont Hotel's world famous, Tonga Room where I will be sipping large, large drinks and, after that, sneaking around giant redwood forests.

a bientot!