Cheers to the baddest bih on the planet. Years ago I found some hauntingly cool family portraits of my great great grandparents arriving to the states from Ireland + Sicily. I went to king @sammy.sutter and wanted to recreate some tough ass stoic portraits of some of my favorite humans. My mutha is the Oist of the OGs. Little girl from the south side of chicago whose dad sold fruits and veggies at market. She and her twin brother helped raise their third sibling Fred who lived with a developmental disability. She put herself through school, and helped build a home from the ground up for 600 kids and adults with developmental disabilities on the north side of Chicago. She took care of me when I was at my weakest growing up with leg perthes disease pushing me in a wheelchair, putting my leg in traction every fucking night, taking me to physical therapy three times a week, holding me while I would cry and complain with a swollen leg, encouraging me to still try sports, and eventually convincing me that leg braces made me walk like a cool cowboy - all while also caring for disabled kids at work every day. She has met two presidents while lobbying for the most disadvantaged population - and rose to become the executive director of the most badass non profit home of its kind. She has traveled the world as a nurse and healthcare worker volunteering in some of the most underaprecciated and underloved places on the globe - often with me literally on her fucking back in a carrier. She just retired after 50+ years of service to the city of chicago and her community at large. She can lift you off the ground by one of your earlobes, and sing you to sleep with a lullaby shes written just for that ear she spent years pulling on; lullabies you’ll teach to your nephews, her grandkids, and eventually your own little monsters. Long live badass women, especially moms; if you dont have yours today, I know mine would love to hear from you and she’ll chat your ear off - so you can borrow her as long as you need. To future moms and past; rosemary, jojo, katie, mimi, gema, judith, donna lorraine, donna rene, paulette, margie gus, lolos momma, agnes; god bless.
wudup nerds today is TWO THINGS. 1: My muthafugin birthday. And 2: The start of the lunar new year (so if you feel like you’re still warming up into 2026 you’re right on track.) The year of the fire horse is upon us.
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Thanks for tolerating me, and, even more, you’re welcome.
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To celebrate, I shall be hosting a birthday TABLE READ of my screenplay next week at my abode in HP. IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO READ FOR ONE OF OUR INSANE CHARACTERS GIMME A SHOUT. I think there are 12ish roles to give out. They each need a voice. We shall sit around family style and witness this story. Like watching a movie but uhhhh, in person. We shall keep it small, maybe 20 spots to fill. I’ll make a partiful and the secret password will be my middle name. IYKYK.
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Thanks for throwin’ fuel on my fire (horse(’s ass)).
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PS I do not listen to Beastie Boys, but I’m five espressos deep and mother nature works in mysterious ways
hello acorns. Are you growing? I’m so proud of you. We dive headfirst into the cringe and it feels like home. Full send, pants down, full moon. Thank you to my closest humans for your ferocious loyalty and support so far this year. I am truly drowning in friggin gratitude. So much so - that sometimes it feels mad corny to talk about on a daily basis to the people around me. But if saying, thank you thank you thank you turns out to be my fu*ging personality, then I’m riding (and writing) that monster into the mines of moria like gandalf on the Belrog. This is my postcard from Sundance with no photos from Sundance. Because while I feel fully present here, my frozen toes are still wiggling at the thought of my ride or die crew that has developed over the past 10 years. I would truly kill for *most of you (aggravated assault for others). All of you have informed my personal and creative life like little carpenters widdeling at my blue heart. I am now finally sharing little snippets and samples of a screen play sculpted by these collective moments. Something i’ve been working on for a year and a half. If you’d like to read tidbits of my PILOT, please scream at me. Thanks for being part of this never-ending story. Back to LA Monday. Death to tyrants. UGH WHAT A SAPP! 🤮🧎➡️🧌🔪🔐 #directionsscout
come with me. deep into the hot tub time machine. if i could go back, i would change everything, and nothing. thank you for containing me. thank you for allowing me to move like water. to flow through the cracks between your boards and find other places to run and form puddles. these are the things i am good at. finding a strength and a comfort, sitting in it, and finding the strength to grow beyond it - inviting you with me. thanks for letting me fill your cup when your thirsty. thanks for being thirsty, or - pretending like you’re thirsty - to give me a purpose at the end of a long dry day. these are the things i am good at. come with me.
Na na na na na na na
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Blue Film #2/3
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I think the last shot is my favorite photo of 2025. Just enough clarity just enough haze just enough light. Warm bodies packed into a tight space no phones all smiles eight minutes of attention given to a fearless leader in @danthony.website taking a risk, making magic.
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i shall continue to thank all you bluetofuls for making this world truer and truer and bluer and bluer.
