From bad-ass Rock’n’Roll to Super deluxe! Yesterday we left the laid back Montauk way of living to test out another type of lifestyle in Bridge Hampton. Here, we were invited to stay in the most gorgeous 20+ bedroom mansion owned by a friend of a friend. 3 other girls came out from Manhattan to double the party, we took a peak in the wine cellar and … ha ha … well… the day became one long bliss under the sun in the chilled pool. Later the 2 guys , who
I arrived yesterday late afternoon in Montauk and checked into the old school ‘shabby-chic’ hotel called Memory Motel. Hot spot in the 70’s for peeps like The Rolling Stones, Warhol and the likes. Now…. ha ha …. well, the new owners are these cool, young guys who know what’s up. they took over the joint one month ago, but they have decided to wait with the whole renovation process till December. So, the rooms are very ‘authentic’. I have absolutely no problem with this ‘realism’. On the contrary. I think
4th of July is one of the biggest days in The US. It’s the big independence day and everyone is gearing up to party. However, strolling the streets in The West Village this morning I’ve never seen Manhattan this empty. Where is the party at people? It’s even more quiet than Beverly Hills after midnight.. hmmmm….I’m guessing it’s just quiet before the storm tonight. But I will never know. Because I’m leaving town (even though I just got here last night). In 2 hours I’m off to Montauk to celebrate
Up at the crack of dawn again (almost). Well it was 7 a.m. and considering I went to bed after 2 a.m. it was quite an achievement. Last night I had quite a few meetings and topped the day off with the famous McCarthy salad at The Polo Lounge. A good way to have the last meeting and say my goodbyes to LA for now. Getting up so early and doing something almost unspeakable at that hour: jogging for 45 minutes made me so exhausted that I’m sure I will
Up at 6:30 am…wowza! Is this early rising becoming a habit of mine all of a sudden? This morning I had my private acting lesson in Santa Monica and after my teacher helped me film an audition I have for a feature film. It’s a pretty big project and I really like the script so I was kind of nervous driving there. And of course LA morning traffic doesn’t help the spirit. What’s up with that anyways? Grid lock that early in the a.m. going west on the I10 should