A wonderful night celebrating an incredible show. Laughed so hard, cried my face off, binged the ever living fuck out out of this absolute coup of a series. Congratulations @beherelater @steveyeun @a24 @saraobery @aliwong @rekstizzy @justinmin #peninsulamentality #descendedfrommongols 🇰🇷🥩🫶 (also met Steven from Summer! IRL!)
A wonderful night celebrating an incredible show. Laughed so hard, cried my face off, binged the ever living fuck out out of this absolute coup of a series. Congratulations @beherelater @steveyeun @a24 @saraobery @aliwong @rekstizzy @justinmin #peninsulamentality #descendedfrommongols 🇰🇷🥩🫶 (also met Steven from Summer! IRL!)
A wonderful night celebrating an incredible show. Laughed so hard, cried my face off, binged the ever living fuck out out of this absolute coup of a series. Congratulations @beherelater @steveyeun @a24 @saraobery @aliwong @rekstizzy @justinmin #peninsulamentality #descendedfrommongols 🇰🇷🥩🫶 (also met Steven from Summer! IRL!)
A wonderful night celebrating an incredible show. Laughed so hard, cried my face off, binged the ever living fuck out out of this absolute coup of a series. Congratulations @beherelater @steveyeun @a24 @saraobery @aliwong @rekstizzy @justinmin #peninsulamentality #descendedfrommongols 🇰🇷🥩🫶 (also met Steven from Summer! IRL!)
A wonderful night celebrating an incredible show. Laughed so hard, cried my face off, binged the ever living fuck out out of this absolute coup of a series. Congratulations @beherelater @steveyeun @a24 @saraobery @aliwong @rekstizzy @justinmin #peninsulamentality #descendedfrommongols 🇰🇷🥩🫶 (also met Steven from Summer! IRL!)
I took a sailing class this year, went on a helicopter, saw my 1st, 2nd and 3rd Broadway musical. Bought an apartment and moved into it. Spent a month on a lake in Switzerland and buried my father. Was grateful to be with all my best friends at Lunar New Year dinner when I found out he died. Received the solace they had to give and had to push my book out a year. Sold a show. Baked some cookies. Learned how to forgive myself for all the things I didn’t know but had expectations that I would. Missed my LA friends. Missed my dad. Especially the one I wish he was. Met a terrific couples counselor. Made amends. Learned that grief can feel like shame. Basically it was perfect. ✨🤸🏻♀️❤️🥹 happy new year.
It’s the rare profile that will draw me out of a book-and-script-writing k-hole but I couldn’t resist interviewing the GOAT the TONY the one and only @lucyliu!!! I loved her so much and was sooooooooo excited. My inner teen was going berserk. I couldn’t believe I looked at her actual face with my face! So grateful that this icon felt familiar to me down to my soul. What a gift to have always had her to look to onscreen. So full of love ❤️ Thank you @brkmrn and @thecut for the experience. Also these pix ✨✨✨✨ Photography by Johnson Lui @johnsonluii Styling by Jessica Willis @jessswill Hair by Marco Santini @_marcosantini1 Makeup by Kristofer Buckle @kristoferbuckle Manicure by Nori Yamanaka @nailnori Tailoring by Lindsay Wright Production by Kindly Productions @kindlyproductions
It’s the rare profile that will draw me out of a book-and-script-writing k-hole but I couldn’t resist interviewing the GOAT the TONY the one and only @lucyliu!!! I loved her so much and was sooooooooo excited. My inner teen was going berserk. I couldn’t believe I looked at her actual face with my face! So grateful that this icon felt familiar to me down to my soul. What a gift to have always had her to look to onscreen. So full of love ❤️ Thank you @brkmrn and @thecut for the experience. Also these pix ✨✨✨✨ Photography by Johnson Lui @johnsonluii Styling by Jessica Willis @jessswill Hair by Marco Santini @_marcosantini1 Makeup by Kristofer Buckle @kristoferbuckle Manicure by Nori Yamanaka @nailnori Tailoring by Lindsay Wright Production by Kindly Productions @kindlyproductions
It’s the rare profile that will draw me out of a book-and-script-writing k-hole but I couldn’t resist interviewing the GOAT the TONY the one and only @lucyliu!!! I loved her so much and was sooooooooo excited. My inner teen was going berserk. I couldn’t believe I looked at her actual face with my face! So grateful that this icon felt familiar to me down to my soul. What a gift to have always had her to look to onscreen. So full of love ❤️ Thank you @brkmrn and @thecut for the experience. Also these pix ✨✨✨✨ Photography by Johnson Lui @johnsonluii Styling by Jessica Willis @jessswill Hair by Marco Santini @_marcosantini1 Makeup by Kristofer Buckle @kristoferbuckle Manicure by Nori Yamanaka @nailnori Tailoring by Lindsay Wright Production by Kindly Productions @kindlyproductions
It’s the rare profile that will draw me out of a book-and-script-writing k-hole but I couldn’t resist interviewing the GOAT the TONY the one and only @lucyliu!!! I loved her so much and was sooooooooo excited. My inner teen was going berserk. I couldn’t believe I looked at her actual face with my face! So grateful that this icon felt familiar to me down to my soul. What a gift to have always had her to look to onscreen. So full of love ❤️ Thank you @brkmrn and @thecut for the experience. Also these pix ✨✨✨✨ Photography by Johnson Lui @johnsonluii Styling by Jessica Willis @jessswill Hair by Marco Santini @_marcosantini1 Makeup by Kristofer Buckle @kristoferbuckle Manicure by Nori Yamanaka @nailnori Tailoring by Lindsay Wright Production by Kindly Productions @kindlyproductions
CW: grief, parent loss. I’m on my way to Texas this AM on the same flight we took the morning after my dad died. This time last year, I was at Lunar New Year dinner with my beautiful, wonderful, chosen family when I saw all the missed calls from my mom. And then my brother. He’d been in hospital, on a ventilator, for six months due to complications from his ALS but we were told he had anywhere from 3-7 years. I’d been shuttling back to Texas from NY all through Covid and wanted a reprieve. I didn’t go home for LNY though I usually do. That night I was struck stupid with guilt, tipsy because it was the one evening in so many that I’d had cocktails. I hugged all my friends sobbing, unseeing and utterly in shock. Then I got on a plane. I couldn’t understand that he was still dead when I arrived in San Antonio. I’d traveled as fast as I could. I hadn’t slept. It was so completely unjust and incomprehensible that I hadn’t arrived in time. I felt I was being punished. I replayed those last moments in a recursive loop, trying to figure out where I’d fucked up. Cut to last night: The same dinner with the same friends the night before this same flight. Because eerily that’s how schedules lined up. But this year I’ll be in Texas with my mom and brother on the night my dad passed (on the 31st). I’m hoping for closure. I’m hoping for peace. I’m hoping I can forgive myself. I almost wore the same comme dress that I did last year as though invoking a spell. But the thing is, everything is different. I’ve done a lot of work to move through grief. To try to rest because sorrow and lack is exhausting. To try and understand that of all people the person whose forgiveness I do not need to earn or ask for is my dad’s. He wanted me to have all this. The friends, the freedom, my work, my own home. My heart hurts because he never explicitly told me this. We didn’t talk much. But this is what I have to choose to know for myself. This is faith. This is trust. But there is also evidence. My dad left his family to seek his destiny and make his life. And on some days I can believe he would want for me what he wanted for himself ❤️
CW: grief, parent loss. I’m on my way to Texas this AM on the same flight we took the morning after my dad died. This time last year, I was at Lunar New Year dinner with my beautiful, wonderful, chosen family when I saw all the missed calls from my mom. And then my brother. He’d been in hospital, on a ventilator, for six months due to complications from his ALS but we were told he had anywhere from 3-7 years. I’d been shuttling back to Texas from NY all through Covid and wanted a reprieve. I didn’t go home for LNY though I usually do. That night I was struck stupid with guilt, tipsy because it was the one evening in so many that I’d had cocktails. I hugged all my friends sobbing, unseeing and utterly in shock. Then I got on a plane. I couldn’t understand that he was still dead when I arrived in San Antonio. I’d traveled as fast as I could. I hadn’t slept. It was so completely unjust and incomprehensible that I hadn’t arrived in time. I felt I was being punished. I replayed those last moments in a recursive loop, trying to figure out where I’d fucked up. Cut to last night: The same dinner with the same friends the night before this same flight. Because eerily that’s how schedules lined up. But this year I’ll be in Texas with my mom and brother on the night my dad passed (on the 31st). I’m hoping for closure. I’m hoping for peace. I’m hoping I can forgive myself. I almost wore the same comme dress that I did last year as though invoking a spell. But the thing is, everything is different. I’ve done a lot of work to move through grief. To try to rest because sorrow and lack is exhausting. To try and understand that of all people the person whose forgiveness I do not need to earn or ask for is my dad’s. He wanted me to have all this. The friends, the freedom, my work, my own home. My heart hurts because he never explicitly told me this. We didn’t talk much. But this is what I have to choose to know for myself. This is faith. This is trust. But there is also evidence. My dad left his family to seek his destiny and make his life. And on some days I can believe he would want for me what he wanted for himself ❤️
#wgastrong Went to the union meeting last night and picketed this morning and I’m learning so much about how reasonable our asks are. For just one example we wanted parameters around AI. We’re not luddites. This isn’t some Y2K shit. We just don’t want idea generation from AI (doing a punch up on an AI script forever is NOT IT) and we don’t want AI to mine our voices, essentially learning from us, using us without permission or residuals to make us obsolete. Meanwhile the studios are saying they don’t want to preempt technology that they want to take advantage of and they countered with: we agree to annual meetings to discuss. Writing is taxing, lonely and for some of us the only fucking thing we can do and want to do with our lives. I’m not a joiner. I don’t like crowds. Confrontation makes me itchy but this is important. They’re making it impossible to make a career of this work. They want to make a gig economy of art. I cannot stand for it. So I stand with my union.
#wgastrong Went to the union meeting last night and picketed this morning and I’m learning so much about how reasonable our asks are. For just one example we wanted parameters around AI. We’re not luddites. This isn’t some Y2K shit. We just don’t want idea generation from AI (doing a punch up on an AI script forever is NOT IT) and we don’t want AI to mine our voices, essentially learning from us, using us without permission or residuals to make us obsolete. Meanwhile the studios are saying they don’t want to preempt technology that they want to take advantage of and they countered with: we agree to annual meetings to discuss. Writing is taxing, lonely and for some of us the only fucking thing we can do and want to do with our lives. I’m not a joiner. I don’t like crowds. Confrontation makes me itchy but this is important. They’re making it impossible to make a career of this work. They want to make a gig economy of art. I cannot stand for it. So I stand with my union.
#wgastrong Went to the union meeting last night and picketed this morning and I’m learning so much about how reasonable our asks are. For just one example we wanted parameters around AI. We’re not luddites. This isn’t some Y2K shit. We just don’t want idea generation from AI (doing a punch up on an AI script forever is NOT IT) and we don’t want AI to mine our voices, essentially learning from us, using us without permission or residuals to make us obsolete. Meanwhile the studios are saying they don’t want to preempt technology that they want to take advantage of and they countered with: we agree to annual meetings to discuss. Writing is taxing, lonely and for some of us the only fucking thing we can do and want to do with our lives. I’m not a joiner. I don’t like crowds. Confrontation makes me itchy but this is important. They’re making it impossible to make a career of this work. They want to make a gig economy of art. I cannot stand for it. So I stand with my union.
#wgastrong Went to the union meeting last night and picketed this morning and I’m learning so much about how reasonable our asks are. For just one example we wanted parameters around AI. We’re not luddites. This isn’t some Y2K shit. We just don’t want idea generation from AI (doing a punch up on an AI script forever is NOT IT) and we don’t want AI to mine our voices, essentially learning from us, using us without permission or residuals to make us obsolete. Meanwhile the studios are saying they don’t want to preempt technology that they want to take advantage of and they countered with: we agree to annual meetings to discuss. Writing is taxing, lonely and for some of us the only fucking thing we can do and want to do with our lives. I’m not a joiner. I don’t like crowds. Confrontation makes me itchy but this is important. They’re making it impossible to make a career of this work. They want to make a gig economy of art. I cannot stand for it. So I stand with my union.
#wgastrong Went to the union meeting last night and picketed this morning and I’m learning so much about how reasonable our asks are. For just one example we wanted parameters around AI. We’re not luddites. This isn’t some Y2K shit. We just don’t want idea generation from AI (doing a punch up on an AI script forever is NOT IT) and we don’t want AI to mine our voices, essentially learning from us, using us without permission or residuals to make us obsolete. Meanwhile the studios are saying they don’t want to preempt technology that they want to take advantage of and they countered with: we agree to annual meetings to discuss. Writing is taxing, lonely and for some of us the only fucking thing we can do and want to do with our lives. I’m not a joiner. I don’t like crowds. Confrontation makes me itchy but this is important. They’re making it impossible to make a career of this work. They want to make a gig economy of art. I cannot stand for it. So I stand with my union.
A magical night at @gq’s second annual global creativity awards. So grateful to be sitting at the best table with the best view wearing the inimitable @the.peterdo. Also met Erykah Badu and my soul left my body and silent screamed so hard somewhere in the stratosphere. A truly special, deeply felt evening celebrating friendship and art. So lucky to be in this time-space in this most best town. Thank you @willwelch. Thank you @gq. ❤️❤️🔥
A magical night at @gq’s second annual global creativity awards. So grateful to be sitting at the best table with the best view wearing the inimitable @the.peterdo. Also met Erykah Badu and my soul left my body and silent screamed so hard somewhere in the stratosphere. A truly special, deeply felt evening celebrating friendship and art. So lucky to be in this time-space in this most best town. Thank you @willwelch. Thank you @gq. ❤️❤️🔥
Still thrumming with gratitude and pride for the pals over at @gq @gqstyle. What a glorious evening. Congratulations on the first ever Global Creativity Awards @willwelch @markanthonygreen @noahvjohnson @mobolajidawodu. And thank you @the.peterdo @jessicazwu for the fit. Nothing like a “creative black tie” dress code to really call for the big guns 🖤🖤🖤🖤
Still thrumming with gratitude and pride for the pals over at @gq @gqstyle. What a glorious evening. Congratulations on the first ever Global Creativity Awards @willwelch @markanthonygreen @noahvjohnson @mobolajidawodu. And thank you @the.peterdo @jessicazwu for the fit. Nothing like a “creative black tie” dress code to really call for the big guns 🖤🖤🖤🖤
