Danke- an honor to premiere Treasure at Berlinale 2024
Styled by @infinitealterity
Hair & Makeup by Grit Hildenbrand Berlinale – Berlin International Film Festival
Danke- an honor to premiere Treasure at Berlinale 2024
Styled by @infinitealterity
Hair & Makeup by Grit Hildenbrand Berlinale – Berlin International Film Festival
Danke- an honor to premiere Treasure at Berlinale 2024
Styled by @infinitealterity
Hair & Makeup by Grit Hildenbrand Berlinale – Berlin International Film Festival
Danke- an honor to premiere Treasure at Berlinale 2024
Styled by @infinitealterity
Hair & Makeup by Grit Hildenbrand Berlinale – Berlin International Film Festival
Danke- an honor to premiere Treasure at Berlinale 2024
Styled by @infinitealterity
Hair & Makeup by Grit Hildenbrand Berlinale – Berlin International Film Festival
Danke- an honor to premiere Treasure at Berlinale 2024
Styled by @infinitealterity
Hair & Makeup by Grit Hildenbrand Berlinale – Berlin International Film Festival
Danke- an honor to premiere Treasure at Berlinale 2024
Styled by @infinitealterity
Hair & Makeup by Grit Hildenbrand Berlinale – Berlin International Film Festival
The year: 2009. Obama. Arrested Development on DVD. Babydoll dresses from Urban Outfitters sale racks. I was 23 and couldn’t be stopped (unless my feelings were hurt or I was hungry.)
My first film was premiering at SXSW in an afternoon slot. My friends and I were outside a bar on 6th St when a group of boys passed. They were rowdy and loose, with English accents and hair cuts that screamed Meet Me In The Bathroom (plz swipe to understand). I immediately zoomed in on one of them- he was wearing a French military coat, his black hair wild, drunkenly leading the others down the street. He smiled- at me, or in my general direction?
I never forgot it- I don’t know why, since I’ve seen a lot of boys, in a lot of places, and very few of them imprinted on me in any real way. But more often than makes sense I’d think back on him- eyes wild, looking like the leader of a band of pickpockets. Over time, the specifics of his face faded from memory. He became an idea, representing something- possibility, freedom, the new life I felt I was forging for myself one badly worn trend at a time.
Twelve years later- on Feb 15, 2021, three years ago- I met the person who would become my husband. I’ve said it before, but Lu was immediately familiar to me. I chalked it up to the warm glow of healthy connection.
We talked about where we had been, and the places we had in common- including SXSW a few years in a row. Imagine, we said, maybe we’d been dancing in neighboring bars, staying in adjacent motel rooms.
A few months later, we packed the last of Lu’s things from his family home in order to start our own. As we weighed what would come with us and what wouldn’t, he pulled a hanger from the closet: “I should throw this out, right? I bought it for tour and wore it every day of 2009. Weird choice.”
I looked up. And there it was- the military jacket, long, slim with the gleaming brass buttons, the epaulets.
It was him. The beautiful boy. Now, my beautiful boy. Now, a sober adult who walks on the sidewalk. My infinite, swirling companion animal. So nice I married him twice.
Sometimes life makes it impossible not to believe. You do the same, Lulu. Gracias, mi amor, por mi vida ❤️
The year: 2009. Obama. Arrested Development on DVD. Babydoll dresses from Urban Outfitters sale racks. I was 23 and couldn’t be stopped (unless my feelings were hurt or I was hungry.)
My first film was premiering at SXSW in an afternoon slot. My friends and I were outside a bar on 6th St when a group of boys passed. They were rowdy and loose, with English accents and hair cuts that screamed Meet Me In The Bathroom (plz swipe to understand). I immediately zoomed in on one of them- he was wearing a French military coat, his black hair wild, drunkenly leading the others down the street. He smiled- at me, or in my general direction?
I never forgot it- I don’t know why, since I’ve seen a lot of boys, in a lot of places, and very few of them imprinted on me in any real way. But more often than makes sense I’d think back on him- eyes wild, looking like the leader of a band of pickpockets. Over time, the specifics of his face faded from memory. He became an idea, representing something- possibility, freedom, the new life I felt I was forging for myself one badly worn trend at a time.
Twelve years later- on Feb 15, 2021, three years ago- I met the person who would become my husband. I’ve said it before, but Lu was immediately familiar to me. I chalked it up to the warm glow of healthy connection.
We talked about where we had been, and the places we had in common- including SXSW a few years in a row. Imagine, we said, maybe we’d been dancing in neighboring bars, staying in adjacent motel rooms.
A few months later, we packed the last of Lu’s things from his family home in order to start our own. As we weighed what would come with us and what wouldn’t, he pulled a hanger from the closet: “I should throw this out, right? I bought it for tour and wore it every day of 2009. Weird choice.”
I looked up. And there it was- the military jacket, long, slim with the gleaming brass buttons, the epaulets.
It was him. The beautiful boy. Now, my beautiful boy. Now, a sober adult who walks on the sidewalk. My infinite, swirling companion animal. So nice I married him twice.
Sometimes life makes it impossible not to believe. You do the same, Lulu. Gracias, mi amor, por mi vida ❤️
The year: 2009. Obama. Arrested Development on DVD. Babydoll dresses from Urban Outfitters sale racks. I was 23 and couldn’t be stopped (unless my feelings were hurt or I was hungry.)
My first film was premiering at SXSW in an afternoon slot. My friends and I were outside a bar on 6th St when a group of boys passed. They were rowdy and loose, with English accents and hair cuts that screamed Meet Me In The Bathroom (plz swipe to understand). I immediately zoomed in on one of them- he was wearing a French military coat, his black hair wild, drunkenly leading the others down the street. He smiled- at me, or in my general direction?
I never forgot it- I don’t know why, since I’ve seen a lot of boys, in a lot of places, and very few of them imprinted on me in any real way. But more often than makes sense I’d think back on him- eyes wild, looking like the leader of a band of pickpockets. Over time, the specifics of his face faded from memory. He became an idea, representing something- possibility, freedom, the new life I felt I was forging for myself one badly worn trend at a time.
Twelve years later- on Feb 15, 2021, three years ago- I met the person who would become my husband. I’ve said it before, but Lu was immediately familiar to me. I chalked it up to the warm glow of healthy connection.
We talked about where we had been, and the places we had in common- including SXSW a few years in a row. Imagine, we said, maybe we’d been dancing in neighboring bars, staying in adjacent motel rooms.
A few months later, we packed the last of Lu’s things from his family home in order to start our own. As we weighed what would come with us and what wouldn’t, he pulled a hanger from the closet: “I should throw this out, right? I bought it for tour and wore it every day of 2009. Weird choice.”
I looked up. And there it was- the military jacket, long, slim with the gleaming brass buttons, the epaulets.
It was him. The beautiful boy. Now, my beautiful boy. Now, a sober adult who walks on the sidewalk. My infinite, swirling companion animal. So nice I married him twice.
Sometimes life makes it impossible not to believe. You do the same, Lulu. Gracias, mi amor, por mi vida ❤️
The year: 2009. Obama. Arrested Development on DVD. Babydoll dresses from Urban Outfitters sale racks. I was 23 and couldn’t be stopped (unless my feelings were hurt or I was hungry.)
My first film was premiering at SXSW in an afternoon slot. My friends and I were outside a bar on 6th St when a group of boys passed. They were rowdy and loose, with English accents and hair cuts that screamed Meet Me In The Bathroom (plz swipe to understand). I immediately zoomed in on one of them- he was wearing a French military coat, his black hair wild, drunkenly leading the others down the street. He smiled- at me, or in my general direction?
I never forgot it- I don’t know why, since I’ve seen a lot of boys, in a lot of places, and very few of them imprinted on me in any real way. But more often than makes sense I’d think back on him- eyes wild, looking like the leader of a band of pickpockets. Over time, the specifics of his face faded from memory. He became an idea, representing something- possibility, freedom, the new life I felt I was forging for myself one badly worn trend at a time.
Twelve years later- on Feb 15, 2021, three years ago- I met the person who would become my husband. I’ve said it before, but Lu was immediately familiar to me. I chalked it up to the warm glow of healthy connection.
We talked about where we had been, and the places we had in common- including SXSW a few years in a row. Imagine, we said, maybe we’d been dancing in neighboring bars, staying in adjacent motel rooms.
A few months later, we packed the last of Lu’s things from his family home in order to start our own. As we weighed what would come with us and what wouldn’t, he pulled a hanger from the closet: “I should throw this out, right? I bought it for tour and wore it every day of 2009. Weird choice.”
I looked up. And there it was- the military jacket, long, slim with the gleaming brass buttons, the epaulets.
It was him. The beautiful boy. Now, my beautiful boy. Now, a sober adult who walks on the sidewalk. My infinite, swirling companion animal. So nice I married him twice.
Sometimes life makes it impossible not to believe. You do the same, Lulu. Gracias, mi amor, por mi vida ❤️
I could ask him a million questions, hear a million of his stories, give him a million gifts but there is so much of @attawalpa I can never understand without learning about Peru.
These 6 days only scratched the service of the place that will be a part of our lives forever- driving on the Malecón in the back of an Anconetta, feeding the kittens whose mama chose Lu’s childhood bicycle seat as the best place to give birth, eating causa and tamales and lomo saltado, and most of all meeting his family, especially the great Toto, Lulu’s 103 year old aunt who remembers every piece of family lore (and every birthday.)
At night I laid awake breathing in the specific smokiness of the Ancon air, hoping for a world where our children call it a home (and of course, now I want to meet Peruvian filmmakers and shoot a movie here, cuz duh.)
The best kind of New Years shows us how much is left to see and know in this life. Muchas gracias a Peru por la educacion y la familia.
I could ask him a million questions, hear a million of his stories, give him a million gifts but there is so much of @attawalpa I can never understand without learning about Peru.
These 6 days only scratched the service of the place that will be a part of our lives forever- driving on the Malecón in the back of an Anconetta, feeding the kittens whose mama chose Lu’s childhood bicycle seat as the best place to give birth, eating causa and tamales and lomo saltado, and most of all meeting his family, especially the great Toto, Lulu’s 103 year old aunt who remembers every piece of family lore (and every birthday.)
At night I laid awake breathing in the specific smokiness of the Ancon air, hoping for a world where our children call it a home (and of course, now I want to meet Peruvian filmmakers and shoot a movie here, cuz duh.)
The best kind of New Years shows us how much is left to see and know in this life. Muchas gracias a Peru por la educacion y la familia.
I could ask him a million questions, hear a million of his stories, give him a million gifts but there is so much of @attawalpa I can never understand without learning about Peru.
These 6 days only scratched the service of the place that will be a part of our lives forever- driving on the Malecón in the back of an Anconetta, feeding the kittens whose mama chose Lu’s childhood bicycle seat as the best place to give birth, eating causa and tamales and lomo saltado, and most of all meeting his family, especially the great Toto, Lulu’s 103 year old aunt who remembers every piece of family lore (and every birthday.)
At night I laid awake breathing in the specific smokiness of the Ancon air, hoping for a world where our children call it a home (and of course, now I want to meet Peruvian filmmakers and shoot a movie here, cuz duh.)
The best kind of New Years shows us how much is left to see and know in this life. Muchas gracias a Peru por la educacion y la familia.
I could ask him a million questions, hear a million of his stories, give him a million gifts but there is so much of @attawalpa I can never understand without learning about Peru.
These 6 days only scratched the service of the place that will be a part of our lives forever- driving on the Malecón in the back of an Anconetta, feeding the kittens whose mama chose Lu’s childhood bicycle seat as the best place to give birth, eating causa and tamales and lomo saltado, and most of all meeting his family, especially the great Toto, Lulu’s 103 year old aunt who remembers every piece of family lore (and every birthday.)
At night I laid awake breathing in the specific smokiness of the Ancon air, hoping for a world where our children call it a home (and of course, now I want to meet Peruvian filmmakers and shoot a movie here, cuz duh.)
The best kind of New Years shows us how much is left to see and know in this life. Muchas gracias a Peru por la educacion y la familia.
I could ask him a million questions, hear a million of his stories, give him a million gifts but there is so much of @attawalpa I can never understand without learning about Peru.
These 6 days only scratched the service of the place that will be a part of our lives forever- driving on the Malecón in the back of an Anconetta, feeding the kittens whose mama chose Lu’s childhood bicycle seat as the best place to give birth, eating causa and tamales and lomo saltado, and most of all meeting his family, especially the great Toto, Lulu’s 103 year old aunt who remembers every piece of family lore (and every birthday.)
At night I laid awake breathing in the specific smokiness of the Ancon air, hoping for a world where our children call it a home (and of course, now I want to meet Peruvian filmmakers and shoot a movie here, cuz duh.)
The best kind of New Years shows us how much is left to see and know in this life. Muchas gracias a Peru por la educacion y la familia.
I could ask him a million questions, hear a million of his stories, give him a million gifts but there is so much of @attawalpa I can never understand without learning about Peru.
These 6 days only scratched the service of the place that will be a part of our lives forever- driving on the Malecón in the back of an Anconetta, feeding the kittens whose mama chose Lu’s childhood bicycle seat as the best place to give birth, eating causa and tamales and lomo saltado, and most of all meeting his family, especially the great Toto, Lulu’s 103 year old aunt who remembers every piece of family lore (and every birthday.)
At night I laid awake breathing in the specific smokiness of the Ancon air, hoping for a world where our children call it a home (and of course, now I want to meet Peruvian filmmakers and shoot a movie here, cuz duh.)
The best kind of New Years shows us how much is left to see and know in this life. Muchas gracias a Peru por la educacion y la familia.
I could ask him a million questions, hear a million of his stories, give him a million gifts but there is so much of @attawalpa I can never understand without learning about Peru.
These 6 days only scratched the service of the place that will be a part of our lives forever- driving on the Malecón in the back of an Anconetta, feeding the kittens whose mama chose Lu’s childhood bicycle seat as the best place to give birth, eating causa and tamales and lomo saltado, and most of all meeting his family, especially the great Toto, Lulu’s 103 year old aunt who remembers every piece of family lore (and every birthday.)
At night I laid awake breathing in the specific smokiness of the Ancon air, hoping for a world where our children call it a home (and of course, now I want to meet Peruvian filmmakers and shoot a movie here, cuz duh.)
The best kind of New Years shows us how much is left to see and know in this life. Muchas gracias a Peru por la educacion y la familia.
I could ask him a million questions, hear a million of his stories, give him a million gifts but there is so much of @attawalpa I can never understand without learning about Peru.
These 6 days only scratched the service of the place that will be a part of our lives forever- driving on the Malecón in the back of an Anconetta, feeding the kittens whose mama chose Lu’s childhood bicycle seat as the best place to give birth, eating causa and tamales and lomo saltado, and most of all meeting his family, especially the great Toto, Lulu’s 103 year old aunt who remembers every piece of family lore (and every birthday.)
At night I laid awake breathing in the specific smokiness of the Ancon air, hoping for a world where our children call it a home (and of course, now I want to meet Peruvian filmmakers and shoot a movie here, cuz duh.)
The best kind of New Years shows us how much is left to see and know in this life. Muchas gracias a Peru por la educacion y la familia.
I could ask him a million questions, hear a million of his stories, give him a million gifts but there is so much of @attawalpa I can never understand without learning about Peru.
These 6 days only scratched the service of the place that will be a part of our lives forever- driving on the Malecón in the back of an Anconetta, feeding the kittens whose mama chose Lu’s childhood bicycle seat as the best place to give birth, eating causa and tamales and lomo saltado, and most of all meeting his family, especially the great Toto, Lulu’s 103 year old aunt who remembers every piece of family lore (and every birthday.)
At night I laid awake breathing in the specific smokiness of the Ancon air, hoping for a world where our children call it a home (and of course, now I want to meet Peruvian filmmakers and shoot a movie here, cuz duh.)
The best kind of New Years shows us how much is left to see and know in this life. Muchas gracias a Peru por la educacion y la familia.
I could ask him a million questions, hear a million of his stories, give him a million gifts but there is so much of @attawalpa I can never understand without learning about Peru.
These 6 days only scratched the service of the place that will be a part of our lives forever- driving on the Malecón in the back of an Anconetta, feeding the kittens whose mama chose Lu’s childhood bicycle seat as the best place to give birth, eating causa and tamales and lomo saltado, and most of all meeting his family, especially the great Toto, Lulu’s 103 year old aunt who remembers every piece of family lore (and every birthday.)
At night I laid awake breathing in the specific smokiness of the Ancon air, hoping for a world where our children call it a home (and of course, now I want to meet Peruvian filmmakers and shoot a movie here, cuz duh.)
The best kind of New Years shows us how much is left to see and know in this life. Muchas gracias a Peru por la educacion y la familia.
So very lucky to be back doing the exact thing I am meant for on this earth- making television about feelings with a group of people I love. Starring Megan Stalter & Will Sharpe, TOO MUCH is an ex-pat rom-com for the disillusioned who wonder if true love is still possible (but sincerely hope that it is.) Created by @attawalpa and me, produced by my nuclear family @goodthinggoingprods and my adopted family at @workingtitlefilms, coming soon to a @netflix near you
So very lucky to be back doing the exact thing I am meant for on this earth- making television about feelings with a group of people I love. Starring Megan Stalter & Will Sharpe, TOO MUCH is an ex-pat rom-com for the disillusioned who wonder if true love is still possible (but sincerely hope that it is.) Created by @attawalpa and me, produced by my nuclear family @goodthinggoingprods and my adopted family at @workingtitlefilms, coming soon to a @netflix near you
So very lucky to be back doing the exact thing I am meant for on this earth- making television about feelings with a group of people I love. Starring Megan Stalter & Will Sharpe, TOO MUCH is an ex-pat rom-com for the disillusioned who wonder if true love is still possible (but sincerely hope that it is.) Created by @attawalpa and me, produced by my nuclear family @goodthinggoingprods and my adopted family at @workingtitlefilms, coming soon to a @netflix near you
