Home.

I am finally home in NY.... Mom had her Hawaiian wedding and people wore unfashionably colored Hawaiian prints. Old folks shuffled to the Electric Slide. All the attendees got their own starfish cookie (which Matt spent six hour frosting the night before).

No confrontations but I can feel a storm a-brewin..... Matt got offered the choice of traveling for three weeks with our good friend Jeff or heading back home to NYC (if he still has a home. He has been gone for a long time). He chose to go back to NYC - He deserves to live his life as he choose and if this is his choice, I support him. It is weird knowing that I will most likely be back on the road in a few weeks, by myself. I mean, I love to travel and sure, I am a massive introvert and I love my alone-time.... but there IS something deeply lonely sometimes in those big wide spaces. I am definitely going to miss having someone to hang out with on the long drives... Anyone want to roadtrip with me? I have a free seat starting in December.... Oh! And I managed to download a million and ten photoshop brushes this morning - here are some of my photoshoppin skillz... what do you think!

Shit hits the fan... eh?

Matt and I survived the creepy house - but not without a lot of lack of sleep. We hit the road at 5am, as soon as the sun came out. Something was going on in that house. Something paranormal. 

Mom has found out about a few things and is coming down on me hard. She wrote me an email about how she cannot forgive herself for not being a better mother and about how she cannot support my modeling career any longer (she really never did to begin with).

I also keep running into photographers who say that most derogatory things .. "Pout like someone told you to read a book this year..." Or that one photographer who refused to call me by my name. He called me "Model".... "Model go over there, Model turn around, Model put on this hat..." "I have a name...could you call me by it?" "No, I would rather not." Photographers like this make me feel so much less than a human. 

Matt and I are in Detroit Michigan - I have less than a week to figure out what I am doing once this trip comes full circle... One thing is for sure, I cannot possibly go home and deal with my mother if she is this upset. She will cry and beg and tell me how horrible modeling is - I cannot deal with that. I have things that I want to do with my life. I have very big dreams and it is very important that I authentically follow them. I realize that it is not what she wants for me (most of my family members do not want me doing this), but I am doing it for ME. I was really looking forward to going home. I feel like all the things that make me feel happy and comfortable have been stripped from me. Where am I going to go if I do not head home to NY?

If Matt and I die tonight....

"What did we get ourselves into? A photographer in Cincinnati offered to let Matthew and I stay at his photography studio (a very old farmhouse in the country) in exchange for one hour of modeling.

After unpacking, we noticed some neighbors having a campfire and decided to join (looking back, we could have gotten shot, I am not sure what we were thinking)... It was a weird situation all around. The weirdest part was where the woman asked us where we were staying and we pointed at the farmhouse and she looked all ominous and said, 'That was a KluKluxKlan meeting house. Dead people buried in that basement. You couldn't drag me in that house if you tried'

'Was she being serious or trying to scare us? She seemed so nice. Let's check the basement." - We found the basement but it wasn't a basement. Someone had poured cement right to the top of basement steps. There were three stairs and then cement. 

Could there bodies under the cement? Why would anyone pour that much cement into a basement?... We turned on the television, trying to block out the scary thoughts. We found board games and kept trying to stay busy... Halfway through Scrabble, the TV turned off by ITSELF. We could barely move, we were so scared. Things were falling off shelves.... We stayed up ALL night until the sun came up and took off at 5am. 

I googled the address from our motel. Sure enough, the house WAS a KKK meeting house. Very little about it online though (not surprising) - I wonder if some day that house will be excavated...? Or if the house will rot away and people will pass it on the road and never even think twice about the basement without steps. What a surreal experience"

Cincy shootin at Mt Airy - bangbang

St Louis: The Arch! The gateway to the West (or in our case, the East....) Matt and I did not get to see much of the city, but we did get to take Mork and Mindy pods to the top of the arch...... we crawled into the windows..... marveled at the view... "Oooh look! It is a little man! A little tree! A little river!"....and then we tried to squint really really hard to find a little Chinese restaurant so we could satisfy our never-ending craving for Wonton Soup.

Indianapolis: Our Hotel! Awesome photographer booked Matt and I this classy room at the Marriott. Talk about a great night, great room, great hotel - Matt and I had a dance party in our bedroom, ordered pizza, drank free lemonade, used pointless bath products, watched bad movies all night, and crashed in a bed that was so fluffy - it was like a cloud. A nice change from things, I was starting to believe that Motel 6 was not only our figurative home, but our literal home as well.... yay for the Marriott!! 

Tonight we are in Cincy. A photographer is letting us crash at his studio in return for a shoot tomorrow - We noticed some neighbors having an outdoor fire an hour ago and we went to join them. The woman told us that the house that we are staying in used to be a meeting place for the Ku-Klux-Klan...... "They used to hang people over there. There are dead people in the basement...." - I do not know if she is telling the truth. But that makes the house a lot less cozy.

Went to the Mount Airy Shoot today in Cinci - lots of fun. I have never attended something like that before.... Out of eight scheduled shoots, I managed to find four of the photographers (how are models supposed to know what photographers look like? Weird set up) 

T H Taylor

Is the Little-Red-Fox-of-Milwaukee....
And Matt and I love him.... lovelove.

Aww--- Matt posted a blog

.... I love sleep and I miss sleep, let me tell you... I will have worked with over thirty photographers this week.... thirty!

Have you ever just screamed in your car? No particular reason.... just because? I love it! It is really amusing when people drive by and Matt and I have the windows down.... and we are yelling back and forth, really loud, about nothing particular... ! Feels so good!

Millions of stories from the last week - millions of really great beautiful photos, many which have been showcased ..... but how about some an out-take, eh? Shot with a great guy named Ted a few days ago in Chicago in a warehouse location. The place was a kickass backdrop but as you would expect a warehouse to be, dusty and grimy.... Matt had to keep me clean for the photos... this candid is awesome...

(Matthew's Post)

London is shooting all the time. It is beyond madness. Her small but well deserved break in a few weeks is going to be well needed. If you get a chance to work with her you are lucky. She is a beautiful human being who believes in living her life to the fullest. She doesn't have time for drama or gossip though they seem to get under her skin easily. She is a strong woman who respects respect. She loves to see the spark of passion in people. If a person is in love with their life, she is drawn like a moth to a flame. It is weird to have spent so much time with my original best friend.... I am glad there are a few weeks left, I am going to enjoy every minute. I am not the best story teller so that is not what I am going to do. I love driving because I do not have to choose to exist. We roll down the highway listening to top 40. Convertible top down car bouncing from dance moves, truckers honking horns wishing, they could join the party. "Its alright baby you aint gotta flaunt for me" song comes on and it demands some serious sexy driving head bopping and grinding. I love the east coast I love color changing leaves. It is crazy to think just a few weeks ago we were walking the ocean.  Life is meant to be like this every day. It is supposed to be so beautiful every day, so that even on the worst days, you know you are free and that everything will always be good. I haven't been to Canada since I was eight years old. All I remember about it is that "everyone loves marine land". We are going to Toronto. I think I just enjoy this because this roadtrip is not real. Reality is boring and this is nothing like reality. This roadtrip reminds me that life is only as creative if you are brave enough to live it. No, you don't even have to be brave ,you just have to listen to your heart, your soul, your love. I tend to get sentimental but I like being this way. For all those who are here to read about London's sexy escapades, London is naked right now in front of me. Just kidding. She is taking me out for icecream again....matthew

An Epic Novel

Is actually what my life has become - you would never know it, unless you were to really read about it. 

In the past few days, I have seen and reported a dead guy, rode naked on a blind horse, drove a photographer to the emergency room, the mustang crapped out on me again and had to be towed again. No longer have Triple A - They said I call them too much... 

Made it to Chicago, finally..... We are staying with a body painter. I will say that staying here has given me a slightly different perspective on modeling - Although her and I know all the same photographers/models - She knows most of their life stories and I do not. I must say, I kind of enjoy not knowing things.