vanity fair a’int too shabby a place to have your name dropped.

this is a satisfying moment. nothing like an opening weekend, but satisfying nonetheless. this particular page-turning event is, perhaps, a wee bit more exciting than usual because it was unexpected. in between books and longing for semi-mindless poolside reading, i bought this vanity fair primarily because i’d read everything else out there.

[and when i say “i’d read everything else” let me clarify that by saying i’d read People Magazine and US Weekly and THAT is where i draw the line on tabloid trash. i simply will not subject myself to National Enquirer’s celebrity cellulite coverage or OK Magazine’s report on Katie Holmes’ latest pregnancy rumor. for fuck’s sake, how many times in a 6-month period can that girl get knocked up??]

reading this article, i am immediately taken back to a coffee shop in williamsburg when ‘pariah’ was not much more than a dream and a script. three of us sat there together on that saturday morning: myself (brought in as a consultant to the film), the director (written about in VF) and the producer (who is totally rad). we drank hipster blends of organic coffee and drew up plans of how we could think outside the box and create something out of almost nothing. there was no money. there were no a-list stars (except for Spike Lee who, at that point, was only loosely attached as an executive producer. and who, as it turns out, is a rockstar.)

there was hope and there was determination.

‘pariah’ got made. it got sent to sundance. it blew a lot of minds. and it’s coming to a theater near you.

this is every independent filmmaker’s dream come true.

it’s the gold medal. the triple crown. the superbowl ring.

it’s the number one reason we put up with the long and irregular hours. it’s why, after 16 hours on set, we come home and continue to work. it’s why we deal with bullshit and deal with it well. it’s why we’re okay with swallowing our pride and swallowing it hard. it’s why we know how to define insanity because we stare it in the face multiple times a day. it’s why we aren’t afraid of doing things that seem impossible and probably are. it’s why no one understands how we do what we do and do it without breaking. it’s why we are able to smile at the world when we have, in fact, been broken.

and one more thing:

jennifer lopez’s boobs look amazing.