We all experience change in our lives, all in varying degrees and at different times, things are always going and continuously evolving. In my opinion, its the best thing.. and the worst. The most reliable variable about change is that you can always expect it to throw you for a loop if you're not ready for it.
For any of you who may not already know, aside from making jewelry, I am also a stylist and costume designer / costumer. The latter is my bread and butter, my first love, and second passion. Okay, I may have a few first loves..but it's definitely up there at the top. Of course, I would love it if Garage Gypsy could be my bread and butter, too, but that's what I'm here working on :). Due to the nature of the film industry, having spent 4 years building relationships in LA, and having been in NY for less then a year working mostly on jewelry and a few editorial shoots..I end up back in in LA quite a bit for work. Since being gone, I can't quite say I love LA more than ever, but it's a bloody close call! I spent the entire month of May working on the west coast, and officially feel like I live a double life. It's weird. Super weird. Mostly because my life and lifestyle does a 180 degree flip when I go from the east coast to the west and vice versa.
In NYC, I usually start my mornings by walking around the corner to AP cafe in Bushwick for my morning flat white and croissant or lemon poppyseed scone, where I work on my computer until about noon or 1pm. Then I either head to my studio to work on some jewelry or I'm running errands/picking up or dropping off in mid-town's jewelry district. Before having dinner I muster the courage to hit the gym finalllly (after swearing to myself the night before that I would go first thing in the morning). That's basically the routine, if I ever have one. NYC also consists of yoga and brunch on Saturdays with my friend, Otmane from London (via Paris and Morocco), lots of Aussie style coffee, walking, reading, and street art admiration. Oh, and freezing my bootie off..!
Now take me to LA and all of a sudden my life becomes a book of multitasking, driving, and rays of sunshine. The day usually starts with either a juice from Lassan's or a coconut cardamom smoothie from Nature Well (because I'm obsessed) - if it's the weekend I'm probably eating pear pancakes at The Kitchen. Then I'm off to work, either pulling at Universal or Warner Brothers, headhunting for clothing at the Americana/Galleria or something of the like, or all of the above. If I have time to breath, I get lunch, otherwise I go until the day's to-dos are crossed of the list. Sometimes, I'm painting creepy faces onto masks or sewing things. And, if it's not a prep day, then I'm either on set for 12 hours or finishing a job with a day of wrapping and returns. All the moments in between are usually spent squeezing in dates with friends - my super favourite part to being back in LA. Luckily being on set also aids in seeing/hanging with my favourite people, as there just never is enough time. This last month was a little extra crazy, as at one point I worked 36 hours straight without sleeping (due to some work hiccups). The next night I had the chills, was nauseous and shaking so badly that I went to the ER. After finding out I had an infection, some muscles relaxers, antibiotics and a couple hours sleep later I was back on set working with my body feeling like it had been run over by a semi. It kind of sucked (especially at the time) but I get such a rush of adrenaline with my job that I kind of feel like I can do anything, and I can't help but to admit liking that. All in all it was a bit of an exhausting month, but I'm quite a bit sad it's over.
Now I'm back in NYC, trying to adapt back to life here. It's weird. It's also my last month in New York, pretty soon I'll be starting my little adventure in London. So while I'm missing on LA, I'm massively distracted by the fact that I have only 25 days to live up the rest of NYC. Yikes!
On that note; I'll head to the photo diary of last month in LA.. bc why not.. :)
[xo] the garage gypsy