Agent: If you go gray, you won’t work anymore.
Me: Hold my beer.
The background photo for this blog is a headshot of mine taken by the legendary James Wood. James was one of the top commercial and fashion photographers in Los Angeles when I lived and worked there as a model in the ’80s and ’90s, and he booked me for some of my most lucrative jobs. When setting up this site, I tracked James down on the internet and asked his permission to use the photo (or at least a portion of it), and he said yes. It was great to catch up with him, and a privilege to have worked with him.
I arrived in Los Angeles in the summer of 1984, and among my first jobs was a print ad for the L.A. Times. Shot by a husband and wife team that went by the name Four Eyes Photography, the ad only paid $75, but as often happened on print jobs, I was asked to stay and “test.” When testing, everyone worked for no pay, but for images like this one that could be used in our portfolios. I recall wearing this same outfit months later on a fateful night when I met a man who changed my life.
Well, I jumped into the Desert Rose chapter of the Romance Writers of America with both feet. Those of you who know me will find it no surprise I’m a preliminary judge in their current contest, Diamonds in the Desert.
If you have an unpublished novel you’d like to get in front of a publisher and editor, this is a great opportunity. I’m judging the Paranormal/Fantasy category, but there are many other categories as well. All the details can be found here.
Happy writing, my friends!
Today I became the newest member of the Romance Writers of America! I joined the local chapter, the Desert Rose, here in Phoenix as well.
By sheer coincidence, I was also invited to join the Arizona Novel Writers’ Workshop this week. I look forward to sinking my fangs into all of it.
Thanks to Facebook, an old friend shared this gem taken backstage at a Christian Lacroix fashion show in June, 1988, at Bullocks Wilshire in La Jolla, California.
That’s me, second from the left in the fabulous collar.
#TBT To 1988. We rarely got to keep the clothes we wore on jobs, but after a day of splattering paint on these overalls, I got to take them home. I actually loved them and wore them often after buying my old fixer-upper house in L.A. I generally wore a top with them though.
The song is about John Lennon’s death. Here’s the link to the music video.