Atlantic City

Sunday night was a mad one. It was Brooke's birthday. She looked amazing. We celebrated in the L.E.S. at a dive bar. Then I bumped into Tony and Fred at Welcome to The Johnson's. We closed out the bar and then spur of the moment decided to hea d to Atlantic City. Bright ideas! So we hit the road at 4am blasting T-Rex. We stayed at Borgata. Ate some crazy lobster crabcakes at Bobby Flay's. So good I may go again after Hallowe'en. We played Roulette and Blackjack. Came up and pulled out. Went swimming in the pool and hot tub and watched Duma and Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. Obviously a must-see for anyone as mad as we are. I also learned about how they pull out all the oxygen out of the display cases for mummies to kill the bacteria like mold. They filter in nitrogen. Some Japanese scientist invented it and I wanna be place in one of those when I die. So cool! History channel is great. Nerd. But yeah get over it. I did.

Then we drove back last night. Attended Sway for Tittsworth, Ayres, and a Bay Area dude with a Tears for Fears tshirt on. He tore it up. I danced my bum off. I was a dancehall queen then and will be again tonight. I was happy to go last night. I needed to dance. I am exhausted but I am going to nap all day in preparation for tonight's debauchery.

Hallowe'en Events.

I can't stand the rain against my window pane. Rocco is staring at me, Jet Li is passed out in catnap land. My friend Wendy from L.A. is on her way over here. Her first time in NY should be very memorable. I have enough invites to ensure a lovely weekend. Here's what's going on.......DJ Sujinho & Cassiano play at Studio B tonight and Arnoud is having a Hallowe'en party at his house. If you have met Arnoud, you can come otherwise skip that one and go to Studio B. The venue is massive and its only $3. I am going to have a purple wig on so look for me.


Bisous,
Angel

The New Randoms.

I know I am posting just rather random thoughts for I am really silly and happy these days. So let it flow. Silvia and I set out the other day on the bus for Philly. Her man was performing with Mars Volta. They happen to be on tour with the Red Hot Chili Peppers and Spankrock was opening for Beck. So there were two events that seemed way more entertaining than NY.
We went straight to the Wacovia Spectrum to see the show. Went backstage and I made the chef prepare me a fried banana complete with limes and honey. 2 shots of Patron later, a vaporizer and some laughter it was perfect. Silvia got to catch up with D. I ran into Timbo and his mate. We watched a few songs that the Chili Peppers were doing. Flea did his bass solo. Timbo then had to ruin it by noticing what the crowd at this show looked like. 13 year old boys with their dads. Ok, cool, whatever man.
Next we went to the Spankrock afterparty at Bamboo Lounge. Saw JayYo, Pase, Tommy, Naim, the lovely Amanda, Liz, Dirty South Joe, Caps and Jones. Pase made me dance. It was fun. We all danced. Passed out in the truck. Still have crummy sleeping patterns. Woke up at 8 am. Started breakfast off with a PBR and some croissants. Then had a business meeting at the Park Hyatt with Tommy. It went well. Then had sushi, emailed, watched Charlie and The Chocolate Factory, Jacob's Ladder, Get A Life, Fight Club, with Silvia. Went to Siam Lotus for some ambient pop and art films. Burned a bunch of tunes that John and Erin made. Next time you are at a thai restaurant. I highly suggest some thai iced tea with vodka. Sugar highs are amazing.
"Cum-uber." Wow. New phrase I read in an article to describe Mark Ronson. I think its the worst phrase I have heard describe anything in a long while. Finally back in NYC and its good to hear the crickets chirping in my room again. I am going to write some treatments for videos tonight, tomorrow and pass out.

The Female Hansel

People keep calling me this. Its becoming a reoccuring theme. Let me know if you really do see the similarity. What the hippie shite I am on about? I am not a hippie! I don't wear patchouli. Its called Jo Malone "Tuberose" and raw organic coconut oil. Its what I like to call "Sex On A Platter". Don't get it twisted.

"Did you hear the news? I am the new face of the Derelicte campaign." -Zoolander

"I dont know what you're talking about dude. We 've been on the coast of St. Barts for the last two weeks. Tripping on acid, playing with spider monkeys. Changed our whole perspective on shit!" - Hansel.

Yeah, I think that is me.

My Big Brother

So yesterday, while I was still up in Massachusetts I got some great news. My uncle had finally located my long lost big brother. His name is Angelo. He's 10 years older than me and apparently a doctor in Florida. His mum was married to my dad during the Vietnam War. He's half Puerto Rican and then Black/Native Indian through our dad. No word as to whether he has a family of his own or not. I am just so excited to meet him. I only saw photos of him when I was really little. I always wanted to have him near me but we just didn't know where to start looking. My Dad was such a ladie's man. I have two more siblings. A sister Talantia in Metzingen, Germany and my little brother Chiron, named after the wise centaur in greek mythology. I don't know where he is yet. But I know he looks very much like me. I hope Angelo looks like Dad.
Angel and Angelo will finally meet before the year is out. That's a promise.

Great Barrington, MA.

Well its been an adventure this weekend. Friday morning the crew drove up to Great Barrington, Massachusetts. It was exhausting, but I definitely made certain I could enjoy myself. Everyone set up for the shoot. We did rehearsal and then I took off with my new friends. Most of this is a blackout. But my friend is going to pay for a sink that I basically broke at a bar in town. You get almost no reception there. Certain hotspots. So that sucked. The air was amazing. So were the trees. There were a lot of them.

Saturday morning woke up at 5:30 a.m. to be on set. It was freezing at the lakehouse. Then we raced to the train at Wassaic to get back to the city for 12 noon. I had to coordinate another shoot, model a bit, and then be back at Grand Central for the 5:18 p.m. train to Wassaic again to resume filming. When we got to the house, I was drunk, frozen, tired and starving. So it wasn't pretty. I got through it with some more Wild Turkey and a quarter pounder with cheese.
This actor Yost, got on my nerves during filming. I remember at one point threating to cut him if he didn't stop pestering me. He was the biggest tool. I was beyond exhausted. It was 2 a.m. and he kept poking me with his finger on my jacket. Some people just don't get it.

After filming, I was driven back to the house. I hopped in the hot tub and sprawled out while I detoxed. Drank tons of water and then I slept for 5 hours. In the morning, I went to breakfast in the town of Lee. The breakfast special out there was $3.33. That was worth noting. I saw deer, more trees, some old charming houses and an old train that gives historic tours. I went for laps in a pool at a spa. Then more hot tub action. It was heaven. I even got to do a little tree humping as promised. Mike, thanks for being my chauffeur for the duration of the weekend. I am not scared of your swerving anymore.

Stunner's On

I now appreciate people who wear their sunglasses all the time. Even when its a fucking club. They can't even see. They are wearing their BluBlockers, or their Louis Vuitton's. They just chill at the bar and attract attention. I cannot do that. But I get it. I used to always call a man out whenever he had that. I am cheeky and rather blunt so whatever. I am sure I crushed a few men's egos with my antics. They can lurk on ladies without them knowing. I am so tired these days. My makeup artist handed me some concealer for under my eyes and was stated "You need this". Whoah. I have never heard that from anyone before. Check. I need more sleep but I can't rest. I keep crashing on my sofa instead of my bed and when the sunlight comes through, its over. I am back to work.

Nouveau Marky Mark

So I am casting this new Calvin Klein Jeans ad campaign. Jennifer the head of my agency asked me who I thought would be perfect for it. Justin Timberlake couldn't do it. Orlando Bloom wouldn't do it. I suggested Diplo. Calvin wants to recreate that whole Marky Mark and Kate Moss campaign that was so amazing. So picture this....Calvin's down. It just might happen.

Top 5 Animals.

Yep, thinking about my favorite things. Animals. I am animal crazy. I am never without a pet. Ever. Right now I have a bearded dragon named Rocco ( named after Rocco's Modern Life), a cat named Jet Li (she's Chinese) and she fights like Jet Li. A neon tetra fish named Phish. He just poops and eats and turns his tank green and I hate cleaning it. Fo real. I will let that one be.

But I was thinking about my ultimate animals.
Elephant
Giant Sloth
Octopus
Jaguar
Humpback Whale

Start recycling more. Stop fuckkking up the earth. Hug a tree, cuz they give you air to breathe. Make a difference to something other than yourself. Elephants are being massacred by the hundreds in Africa right now. Did you even know that? Black babies are being massacred too. Remember that, next time you buy the new shitty emo album you could be feeding a little baby or giving them a shot to help them against a viral infection.
Fucking sick of "cool" people who are just insecure and wanna talk shit. Remember to feed that homeless woman on the corner you walk past everyday. Buy her a sandwich. I am rambling. But I never forget this shit. I am gonna make a difference in others hearts and that's all there is to it.
Fuck a hater. Love an animal.

I am ready for my close up Mr. Demille.

I am acting in my first film role this weekend. My friend wrote a part for me. I have lines. The film is called "Hope and Anchor" and its going to premier at Sundance and the Berlin Film Festival. I am rather excited about it. I play a Mexican photographer named Soledad, who acts as a sort of pixie catalyst. My secret dreams are being fulfilled left and right. I always wanted to be in an indie low budget film. If one day I can do sex scene with Gael Garçia Bernal, then I can die a happy woman. I have loved his work since his first roles. I just saw The Science Of Sleep. I loved it. So charming. I think alot of actors become actors just so they can shag whom they have always wanted. I would be no exception. Although I would enjoy it more for the creative aspect, the different views and travel perks.

So we shoot on location in Great Barrington, MA. Never been. I heard it is absolutely magical this time of year with the fall colours. Changing of the leaves and the house we're are filming in looks fascinating. A rustic home right on the lake. I even get a day off to unwind in the hot tub and let loose. Unfortunately I have to go back to NY that day for Swindle, pose pretty, and hop the train back to Great Barrington for the remainder of shooting. I am looking forward to walking in the woods, breathing fresh air, listening to the loons, tree humping and things of that sort. If only I could tree hump with Gael. That would be even better.

Blackie-O's Big Adventure.

So last Saturday, I hopped on that Chinatown bus to Philly at the last minute. I was supposed to go onstage with Juiceboxxx for one tune called the "Love Anthem". I was excited, but the club opening was cancelled and when I got there I couldn't reach Tommy Up of Paper-Street. Who had arranged for me to come out and then went awol until the next day. His mobile was being blown up because of the cancellation. I couldn't get ahold of anyone actually. I knew of two places to go so I was fine.
I went to a fantastic bar on Bank St. called The Griffin in Old Philly to meet up with John Schenk. AKA Tantrum Tonic. He's 54, amazing, creative, and my new friend. He spins ambient pop and plays 4 tracks at the same time interwoven seamlessly. He played my favorite music, and opened my ears to some new sounds. You will never get the same set with this man. He teaches over at the university. He is also a great photographer and like his music, his photos are surreal, layered and textural. A real treat. We have decided to collaborate on some music and to do a photo series with me as his muse.

After that, I ran over to Transit, to get in some more dancing in. I was hoping Tommy was gonna be there. I wanted to stick my backpack in his truck. He had promised I could crash at his loft and watch "Get A Life" with him. You fucking owe me Tommy! I am sending you the invoice for all my drinks, the bus trip, the tattoo portrait, Jay's and I's supper at fucking Midway.

Plastic Little were performing there but I missed their set. I ran into Jay so I didn't have pay to get in and I ran straight to the massive speakers and danced in the corner. Dan the Swede was great. I needed that. Thanks man. We left and I got a drunk walking tour of Philly. Cobblestone streets and a few history lessons. Jay took me to Midway Diner for some late night lox and then I crashed at his place hugging a Little Nemo stuffed clown fish. Awww......Drunk and retarded.

In the afternoon Tommy picked me up and we rolled to a kick ass barbeque. Moosehead beer and ate some crazy shrimp bacon stuffing in hotdogs. Best new dish! Yum!I am still dreaming 'bout it. His friends were great and I didn't want to leave. But I had to get back to work right away. I cannot wait until my next trip over there. I heart Philly.