I'm at Soho house after watching Brett Easton Ellis talk. I love his books. I loved Less than Zero, it brings up the same existential questions as Albert Camus' 'The Outsider'. My favourite is 'Glamorama' because it is a seemingly superficial satire on the world of celebrity and lulls you into a false sense of security and while you are laughing it pounces on you. Wake up! It is now a conspiracy thriller. Or at least, it seems to be. I get nervous at these open discussions but even I managed to ask him a question. We were given free drinks and snacks as we listened to a handful of cool actresses read from one of his novels. I bumped into casting director at the event and had a great chat with him.
I had an audition for a film about metaphysics today and had spent a lot of time rehearsing with my sister in my mother's hotel room. My mother even tried to direct me. Her key director's note? 'Now make me feel amazing!' No pressure, mother. In the end the audition was OK. Not great, certainly not AMAZING!
I had a delicious breakfast at Huckleberry in Santa Monica. I have been with my mother and sister constantly. I think the proper person is flying out the window and turning into coffee shop actress. Oh dear.
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