Yeelen and I have been spending our summer working on a feature length French American film. He’s covering continuity and acting as an assistant director, I’m the production coordinator/makeup artist. Yeelen’s father is the cinematographer and his mother is the Executive Producer, which, in all honesty, I found slightly intimidating at first.

We wakeup early, get home late, eat takeout for every meal, leave my apartment messy, and I haven’t done laundry for weeks. On the other hand, the insight I’ve gained is invaluable, all of the actors and crew members are sweethearts, each day we do something new, I’ve shed the anxiety of trying to impress my boyfriend’s parents, and I’m learning to speak French. Most of all, I’ve learned that there’s something incredibly rewarding about being part of a group that’s dedicated to the execution of artwork. 

(Source: blackfashion)

Scanned a bunch of old photos from disposable cameras. This is from the roadtrip we took to LA when I was seventeen. Her hair’s even longer now.

Love and hate, a preview of Manacio Clothing’s Summer ad campaign. Afterward, Randy balanced the crews’ karma by stuffing money in this man’s hand.

These are a few of my favorite things.

The first day that it felt like summer.

Something like summer.

The hottest day ever.

moving on

It’s strange looking at these pictures since I’ve left. I thought it would be more melancholly looking back at the room I grew up in, but right now I mostly just feel nostalgic. I spent the last 9 years refuged by these walls. Many firsts, losses, discoveries, kisses, giggle fits and arguments were had here. It was good, it is gone, I am glad.

Here’s for hoping for an indian summer.