I’m currently in Austin with my dad and brother, visiting my uncle. (For my guide to this beautifully weird city, go here.) Everyone else is off eating BBQ for lunch, but I got eaten alive by mosquitoes after going for a boozed up moonlit swim our first night here, and am currently writing this pantsless while I soak myself in Afterbite. We’re staying at the Hotel Saint Cecilia, which is heaven on earth. It’s a big old house from the 1880’s converted into a 14-bedroom boutique spot to stay, and the 70’s rock’n’roll vibe reminds me of all the same reasons I fell in love with our home in Laurel Canyon.
It also happens to be a pretty sweet spot for a photo shoot. I normally make my husband take pictures of me while I bark things like “Get an angle that hides all the tacos I ate for breakfast!” at him. But, he’s at home working. So, last night I enlisted my ever supportive father to be my photographer. We had some cocktails for liquid courage by the pool with my brother while I forced Dad to study the angles of “chic” and “interesting” fashion photos on other blogs. His response to all of them: “Very nice,” “Lovely!” and “I can do that.” Turns out, he can do that… Here’s what he came up with for this pretty fall dress in Pantone’s color of the year. (Honestly, I think he’s just relieved I’m channeling my energy into things like this, as opposed to writing “aging stripper” roles for myself like I did for years at the Groundlings.) Watch out, David LaChapelle, the Mur Man is gunning for your job!