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relationship like no

other.

Makeup artists become

confidants . . . they know

all our secrets—

We both have a silly sense of

humor—

and both feel deeply and

care about the world—

Emma is a naturally talented

photographer—

If I were shooting me—I’d

be her.

We envision the same angles.

Being In the moment,

present—within a

fantasy . . .

We shoot quick and

spontaneously. Like two

little girls—

We are always laughing.

Luckily, even before she

branched out and made

this her profession—she

always had her camera in

her hand,

and we have record of some of

our salacious adventures—

I appreciate that she’s

never tried to change me—

only encouraged me to

be me—

It’s organic—

I find it funny when

people use the word

“re-invention”—

Short hair doesn’t make me a

better actress . . .

and less eyeliner doesn’t

make

me a better wife . . .

(I tried . . . HA)

Watch out . . .

Tell someone what not to do—

and guess what happens. . . ?

The rebel is born.

Emma and I feel the same

about celebrating sexy.

I’ve had an interesting and

wild career so far—

And ACT II is getting even

more bizarre—

I have learned to balance

my life—

maybe compartmentalized

a bit—

Nothing calculated.

It’s actually quite

innocent . . .