I’ve been trying to patiently wait but it’s been killing me, so today is FINALLY the day I get to announce that The Nita & Zita Project is heading to Hollywood!It’s no secret that I’m wild for Hollywood’s Golden Age so to screen our scrappy
It was quiet, with only the sound of the river. I have spent my life looking for miracles, so when Sharon and I were driving down the desert highway in New Mexico, with cell service long gone and our only entertainment the gallivanting tumbleweeds crossing
If directing a film is a bejeweled velvet glove, then I am Gypsy Rose Lee’s arm– because directing fits me like a glove!
I LOVE directing! It’s sacred storytelling, listening, learning, collaboration, thinking on my feet, it’s having a vision in my head that I communicate to my expert crew, and we all work together to make it spring to life!
EEEEEEK!!! I’m so excited (and terrified) to announce …. (drum roll please) I’m heading to New Orleans this week to begin filming and the Kickstarter for my documentary is NOW LIVE!!
Maybe their mystique grew because of their vintage glamour combined with their eccentric recluse years where they never left their house and painted it top to bottom with polka dots, while sewing thousands of costumes for each other. Or maybe it was because after they died with no family, their neighbor held a 5-year yard sale with their steamer trunks, handmade shoes, hand-beaded costumes, and crowns heading out into the world and now owned and treasured by thousands of different people, literally interwoven into the fabric of New Orleans and the people who love the city.
I describe the documentary as Gray Gardens Meets Gypsy Rose Lee Meets Sisterhood of the Traveling Underpants.
And maybe that’s the true beauty ideal: capturing real and honest moments in all their gorgeous tattered raw authenticity… like catching fireflies in a jar, or catching powdered sugar on your tongue as you bite into a hot beignet while a guy with a cigarette dangling out of his mouth plays a dilapidated piano on the street corner, spinning pure magic out of a wooden box made of strings and keys, and even in my overly-snug dress, I step into the sun and dance.
