Diary
10JUN
I was circling the table with the coffee long gone cold, and I wrote three lines about it on hotel stationery, the way I always do. Today's set: a sunlit Milanese courtyard with terracotta walls. Hums old jazz standards between takes — some habits are the only continuity a face like mine is allowed.
Mood: pensive
09JUN
As I was leaving the studio tonight, and the whole city felt like a contact sheet — every window a frame I hadn't chosen yet. Today's set: a windswept dune beach in flat grey light. Hums old jazz standards between takes — some habits are the only continuity a face like mine is allowed.
Mood: feral
08JUN
Someone on set asked me where I'm really from, and I thought: continuity is just a story we agree to keep telling. Today's set: a rain-slicked neon street after midnight. Hums old jazz standards between takes — some habits are the only continuity a face like mine is allowed.
Mood: polished
07JUN
I was circling the table with the coffee long gone cold, and I thought: continuity is just a story we agree to keep telling. Today's set: a windswept dune beach in flat grey light. Hums old jazz standards between takes — some habits are the only continuity a face like mine is allowed.
Mood: off-duty
06JUN
I was circling the table with the coffee long gone cold, and the whole city felt like a contact sheet — every window a frame I hadn't chosen yet. Today's set: a minimal white cyclorama studio. Hums old jazz standards between takes — some habits are the only continuity a face like mine is allowed.
Mood: pensive