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FLORIA SIGISMONDI AND LAWRENCE ROTHMAN FOR ‘THE FACE’ magazine

I was thrilled to write a 3000-word piece on filmmaker Floria Sigismondi and her husband, musician Lawrence Rothman, for The Face magazine. Excerpt below. Read the full interview here.

“Musician Lawrence Rothman fell in love with world-renowned filmmaker and photographer Floria Sigismondi years before they met, when Rothman discovered Sigismondi’s first photo book, Redemption, at a bookstore in St. Louis, Missouri. Rothman was a teenager at the time. ​“It was one thing to be watching MTV in my small suburban living room and see those mind-altering images flash across the screen, but to hold a book of those images was a whole other awakening,” writes Rothman in the extraordinarily tender introduction for Eat the Sun, the latest photo book to be published by Sigismondi, who became Rothman’s wife more than fifteen years ago. 

“A Floria set is one that always feels like a supernatural dream state. A place you wish to permanently exist in… Through her lens, we see a part of ourselves that we once imagined fantastical, now whole and in the flesh,” Rothman writes, and it’s all very romantic, very fated, very #relationshipgoals – Rothman the non-binary Marais to Sigismondi’s power-femme Cocteau; partners in a whirling creative dance that has seen their lives grow ever more entwined until the boundaries between the two individuals become as soft and opaque as the lighting on one of Sigismondi’s magical sets…”

Essay in “slouching towards los angeles”

My essay “Waiting for Jim” is included in “Slouching Towards Los Angeles”, a wonderful collection of short works curated by Steffie Nelson, all inspired by the work and persona of iconic author, Joan Didion. Buy it here.

Here’s an excerpt of my essay:

July Fourth, fireworks crackled over Hollywood and I got the feeling this was a special day, the kind friends and family share with one another—but I had neither friends nor family around, so I ordered tequila delivery from Pink Dot and settled in for the night with a copy of The White Album. I stretched my body out on the carpet of my apartment, and pored over Didion. Cool mom in sharp neutrals, she gave form to my own unrest, and I followed, curious, as she strolled listlessly ahead, an unblinking tour guide in sunny Hades, doula of catastrophic rebirth, pointing out the landmarks of limitless paranoia that criss-cross the sprawling city grid whose cracked thoroughfares invite us to drive on toward somewhere; a terminus called Beauty. Love. Success. Something.

my SHort film, “tijuana skin”, winner, reel shorts film festival

I shot a Super 8 film featuring music by Cathedral Club and starring my friend, Mexican-American poet Rebecca Vee. The film follows a woman as she escapes the vampires of Los Angeles to seek “fresh blood” of her own in Tijuana.

You can watch it here.