Bye Bye Montauk

Ok. It is official! my laptop died today….

I had to hand it in to the MAC store in Soho, NYC. The boys in their bright blue cotton t-shirts at the so called `Genius Bar’ in the Apple Store in Spring Street had no idea what was wrong with my confidente AKA the silver Mac Book Pro. So, with a smile and a New York accent they took my baby out of my hands and left me and my empty Louis Vuitton handbag at the counter. Lonely and sad. No, actually devastated and depressed is a better description. 3-5 days to fix it. That’s what they said, the `New York Apple Genius boys’.  Uuughhh!!!!

So, this blogging is happening from my dear master photographer friend Christel B’s monster of a computer. She is out and about town tonight while I just got back into town today after an amazing weekend in Bridge Hamptons and Montauk.  Much damage was done and I’m still licking my wounds after a really fun and rock’n'roll weekend…

I don’t know what it is. But The East Coast Beach Houses and peeps just have so much more class (or is it attitude…?) than the West Coast ditto. (I guess I’m mostly comparing NYC to LA right now since ~ San Francisco is a completely different animal than LA).   I think it’s because the East Coast has a much bigger diversity of people from different industries that mix at social events. It’s not only entertainment meets entertainment like in LA. And the sense of humor is also way different between East Coast and West Coast.

However, the true ‘Blue blood New Yorkers’ is also a very snobbish and a peculiar pack of inbreeds. I think that the term ‘ If a look could kill’ was invented by someone who got stared down by a New York woman in 6 inch heels and a 20 inch waist. I have never tried anything as daunting as this look. A mean demeanor. Intimidation just reached a whole new level.  But I guess it’s because some of these New Yorkers know their shit. They have been around the block 40 times and don’t have time for bullshitters. So I don’t blame them. But I also find it fun and ridiculous with these mind games and social games. Because at the end of the day, seriously! Who gives!!?? I only judge people by the way they react to their circumstances and how they treat their surroundings. Blood, breed, religion and money never really caught my interest.

Anyhow… Here is a small selection of my Hamptons pics.

Hell yeah!

Stairway to Heaven..

Crow’s Nest in Montauk

Surf Lodge Easy look, Montauk

Roger and Daria’s Beach House in Montauk where we stayed

JJ, R & Roger

The view from the house..

Later at Restaurant Dave’s with the girls Betty and Becks. Where The Surf Lodge is the funky and fun hang out Dave’s is the best restaurant in Montauk. Period. Go there if you are ever out East

The Ibiza Love Continues

It’s my last night here in Ibiza and I’m devastated. I could stay here at least one month. This island is addicting. The sea, the people, the restaurants, the clubs and chilled ambience is right up my alley.

I’m staying here with an amazing crowd from all over the world. The last couple of days have been an abundance of top dinners, fun parties, clubs, long lunches, boat trips and some work. What I love about the time we live in now is, that it’s possible to do these trips where you are having the time of your life while still working. I feel extremely blessed to be in a spot where this is possible. It gives me a sense of freedom and joi de vivre that’s beyond.

And Ibiza is way more than crazy drugged out people, trance and Pacha. It has a beauty that is striking and it makes me want to come back for more. And more…

Tomorrow I’m going back to Copenhagen for one day. Then I’m participating in my father’s conference in Odense about Artificial Life and Living Technology (talk about a change of scenery) and Wednesday I’m off to NYC. I’m researching for my next book.

Here are a few pics. I will share more, when I have time. We just got back from a boat trip to Formentera and now we are going to dinner.

xx KK

Tine & I lunching in Formentera

Formentera….

Headed down to the boat

Gorgeous Stella & Anna

The view is killer!

Part of the team

Anna & JJ

J, Maya & Stella

A mudslide took  couple of houses down…

Part of the team, Formentera.

One of the lounges in the house..

Sunset from the pool in the house

Sailing home from Formentera

Tine & I

The Bearable Lightness of Being.

I’ve been feeling rather guilty during the last couple of days. The nagging feeling in my tummy has been haunting me and not allowing me any peace for a while.

Then today, when I had some time alone I tried to break it down. I’m in Greece where the sun is shining from a cloudless sky. The Ocean is cyan blue and when the water gets to salty I can jump into a  refreshing swimming pool big enough to swim swim laps. Citrus fruits, ripe and ready to pick right off the trees planted on the roadside are avail 24-7.  Gorgeous, Greek Adonis, Nicolaus and Dimitris are spotted prancing the beaches and on the dirt roads in the tiny village where we live showing off a statuesque beauty in a sexy ‘farmer boy type of way’. Pretty much a sight for any sore female eye. The food here is rich, fresh and addictive.

Yes, it’s true! Life in The Greek Islands is unbearably beautiful. And I guess I feel guilty because I get to have all this and I get to be this happy and I get to share it with 2 family members that I rarely see because we live in opposite parts of the World on a daily basis. But today I claim it. I claim the happiness and the joie de vivre that I feel. And I wish I could share it with everyone I know.

Today I’m officially turning the more cynical POV known as Milan Kundera’s  ‘Unbearable Lightness of Being’ into my own personal and lighthearted ‘Bearable Lightness of Being’.

Gorgeous Greece Continued…

Back in our tiny village and happy as a clam. I could get used to waking up here every day and taking a morning swim in the ocean before my freshly squeezed orange juice. What a bliss.

Yesterday we discovered the most beautiful little laguna with crystal clear blue water on our way back from the city. It was like bumping into a tiny piece of paradise on Earth. Even though I live in LA and I have the beach 30 minutes from my home it’s somehow not the same. The Mediterranean Sea has a je n’est sais quoi like no place else.

Unfortunately my new ‘getting in shape’ program has been vandalized by 2 things: primarily my old ankel injury is flaming up again so I cannot do my morning jogs anymore. Secondly, my little sister is constantly buying Oreo chocolate cookies with the white cream in the middle, which is a big weakness of mine…. And of course she ( being this stunning, 17 year old amazon-avatar look-a-like with a metabolism like a friggin’ race horse) is loving the fact that once I pop I can’t stop. Life is just unfair like that. She can eat whatever she wants and still look like ‘A Stick Figure’ (Thanks Carrie Bradshaw for that one)…

But I’ve decided to not give a damn and indulge (which is a pretty familiar territory for me).

Anyways, here are some pics from Gorgeous Greece….

My morning view from the balcony here in Greece. Dawn is my favorite time of day. A pity I don’t experience it every day….

The Palace of Minos, Knossos.

I love the sight of the cute, high pitched and overweight Greek, old ladies in prim dresses that will give you a guided tour of the ancient ruins for (only) 10 euros. The way they can get so excited about the tiniest engraved details in the rocks while they hold on to their huge white patent leather handbags and from time to time check their pretty painted red lips and coiffed hair dos in a little hand mirror they carry around.  It just blows my mind. Besides that, I’m in love with just sitting in between ruins and let my mind wander back to the future…. Just contemplating, riding my thoughts while letting the wind of change blow through me…

Greek men were the shit! Cute little skirts ..

One of my favorite animals: The Dolphin.

My sis & I just waking up and getting ready to check out form the hotel yesterday….

Good morning!!!

Why is it so funny with photo booth…? please somebody tell me…!

Smoooch!!!!

Word Celibacy

I had it coming for a while. The silent period. Word celibacy. It’s time for me to shut up.

Ever since I set foot in Greece – the proud nation of feta, moussaka and hairy backs I’ve been losing my ability to speak. Not that I’m losing my voice or anything that exciting. No. But words seem to be slipping my mind lately. Slowly but surely. like the logical center of my brain where I structure my sentences and compose my sounds went on Summer camp or something. Neither of my languages seem to be in play any longer and it’s a struggle for me to compose a rational sentence. So instead of enduring the frustration of sounding like a blonde illiterate I’ve decided to shut the ‘F’ up and retreat into word celibacy. What will it be like to spend one whole day of only listening and being on ‘mute’…?

Hmm… I’m contemplating this over a really good espresso with milk and grapefruit juice at the bar of The Atlantic Hotel facing the pool. In the horizon the deep, blue ocean is painting a very beautiful picture… This is not the worst place to be in celibacy after all…

Recuperation Time

This morning very early in the a.m. we left our Greek village and found us self south bound. We had breakfast at some random little tavern at the beach we discovered by coincidence and we dipped in the ocean before the eggs were ready and the oranges were squeezed into glasses. Then we took off again until we hit our destination Aquila Atlantic Hotel.

It is a little taste of paradise here. But after breakfast and check in, I was in a weird place emotionally and physically. Like out of my zone. I didn’t remember my dreams from last night, which I usually do, and I felt uneasy and off on different levels. Is it a female thing or is it just a ‘thing’ that happens to you some days? I have no clue. but it wasn’t until I sat down in the hotel bar and engaged in conversation with the locals that I forgot about my own pathetic pitty party and snapped out of it. Whatever ‘it’ was, it decided to leave me alone. But I sense a change of pace in and around me. Like my body needs to decompose, recuperate and it asks for some time to do so right here and right now…. I’m old enough to know that a struggle is a struggle lost. The body is always wiser than the mind and ego. So all I can do is give in and let go…

I bid you a good night from Greece…

My Big Fat Greek Vacation

Today I finished the most amazing script about witches. Not the old fashioned, boring and ugly witches. No, smart, sophisticated and very alluring women with certain super powers.

I love it when a story just sucks you in to the core of it’s circumstances. Its’ fictional universe of truth can at times seem more attractive than your own universe and/or truth. You know that feeling? It’s almost like you can taste the bone marrow of the spine of the story and you doze off into a frantic daydream where there’s nothing but the new and exciting written world with all it’s foreign flavors, smells, values, do’s and don’ts, rights and wrongs … I love it!

And I’ve found that I usually get more inspired reading when I’m abroad. Or at least not situated in my LA base. I don’t know why. But I guess new environment kicks my imagination to another level.

Today was the first day without severe jet-lag. And I think I know why…. last night we took my father to the local club here in the land of Moussaka and went dancing. And it was almost epic when he took off his sandals to work the dance floor better ha ha…

Anyways, here are a couple of shots from my Big, Fat Greek Vacation …

Pre-Calamari

My sis Felicia & I taking a disco nap before headed to the club

Mojitos time…

Into The Future

I’m having one of those days where nothing much goes on inside my head. Know the feeling? Like my body and mind is regrouping and I need some peace and complete quiet to do so.

I need to relax and let serendipity work it’s magic. How I love that word!

”Serendipity is a propensity for making fortuitous discoveries while looking for something unrelated..”

It’s acceptance of the absolute unexpected. To give up, to give in and just go with what’s there….. right in front of you. Not trying to force anything. It’s about trusting that inner voice, the gut feeling.

I read a script by a very talented Italian writer and director the other day. On the most obvious level the story is a about a man who escapes from prison to live in the forest alone, to contemplate and to find him self. The point is that a man will never be a man before he has spent a certain amount of time alone all by himself in nature. An idea that rings very true to me. Remember Sean Penn’s movie ‘Into The Wild’? Besides that Emile Hirsch is a bad-ass actor, who killed that part, ‘Into The Wild’ deals with the same subject matter. Searching for truth, going back to basics in nature, being a pilgrim and doing things in new ways. Traveling the road less traveled.

It’s funny how that flick ’spoke’ to most of my male friends. Everybody was going on road trips, climbing mountains, going hiking …. and then again, some guys were taking the more easy way: a walk in the local park. but hey!  – It was a first for them in years…

It makes me remember how clear sighted I was just after I came out of the 10 days of completely silent Vipassana Meditation in Fresno. That was November 2009. It was unbelievably hard. Retardely hard! Like being in an effing prison. I kid you not!!! But I gotta give it to the technique; The last 3 days of my stay at the meditation Center and many, many weeks after, everything was so clear, so easy to understand and to accept.

A lot of times we get in our own way because we try to interpret a given situation. In fact, we do that most of the time. Around the clock. It takes us out of the moment and we get caught up in stupid and ridiculous drama. Why not for once just try to see things as the are. Not how we want them to be. And know within ourselves that things are subject to change. Nothing is permanent. Neither happiness nor unhappiness. I’m not permanent. Every hour I’m one step closer to death. Tomorrow the sun rises and sets no matter if I’m here or not. It’s a fact. It’s kind of nihilistic, abstract and complex, but really not when you think about it and begin to just let go and not dwell on details or everyday drama. Who the F cares really about little minor bumps in the road in the long run?

Back to LALA reality: I got up at crack of dawn and drove my roomie to the airport. Ugggghh – kinda depressing that she is leaving…. Miss her already. the apartment is so big and empty with out her….hmmm…

Then I had an audition for a feature film. It was ok… We improvised a bit and joked around besides reading the actual scene. I wasn’t nervous… but auditions are always weird since you have so little time to prepare to actually be another human being. It’s crazy when you think about it.

Anyways. Then I did something completely nuts in LA terms; I walked to my lunch meeting. Oooh eeeM Geeeehhh!!! It’s a walk that takes about 1 hour one way and here in The City of Angels that is probably the most absurd thing to do: to walk anywhere. Almost more absurd than to get a lobotomy. Or I’d say more people have their boobs done in this city than you will see people walking from A to B. Welcome to LA!

Anyhow, on the way to my lunch I stopped by the hippie store MAYA on Melrose and bought myself a small golden septum ring he he… A fake one of course. But even so, it’s still soooo bad-ass (sorry it’s become my favorite word of the month). I predict it will be the new accessory of the season. But you gotta wear it with class and tons of fierceness. Tribal just went to the next level people. Watch out!

Now I’m sitting with yet another new script that I just got today in my inbox … let me count…. that’s number 5 script.. I think..? yeah… So I’m really not complaining.

Actually I better get to it people.

I have another 10 days in LA until I fly to NYC where I booked a gig in The Hamptons. Yesterday I got word that I have an option for a job in Budapest from July 6th – 9th. On the 14th I have to be in Copenhagen and on the 15th I’m off to Greece.

So I guess my body is right… now is the time to regroup and find peace before the next journey into the future….

Au revoir mes enfants. Et A bientôt!

Determined Daydreaming

These are some random shots from my car while driving. They remind me of movie stills and have kind of a sad or nostalgic, but determined attitude to them… Like being daydreaming or lost in thoughts while you are headed somewhere without exactly knowing how or where…

Los Angeles Touch Down

I promised not to talk more about cars. And I’m a girl that stick to her word…

So… here are the pictures of my arrival in LA after 3 Bronco break downs in the Mojave Desert (yes it broke down again this morning. I can’t believe it!!!!!!  This time the transmission. I don’t even wanna think about the expenses…..) 4 hours of towing…… aaarrrghhhhh!!!!!

Tomorrow I’m off to New York City. This life sure is crazy…..

The Mojave Desert. It looks pretty during daytime… imagine it when it’s night and you are alone …

Bronco drop off at Wilshire Boulevard baby!!!!!

God!!! I’m so relieved!!! Back home in LA… yay!!!

So happy!!!!!!