It’s interesting/uncomfortable/true how much directing is about power and how that power affects the way you are in the world. It’s a rush and it’s embarrassing, both. I am thinking of the last few days and how my friend Ioannis has been helping me cast the “Russian hustler” and how, in our own way, it’s become a version of a (non-realized) casting couch. Mauricio, Ioannis, young Jason and I exchange emails discussing whether or not someone’s body is good enough, whether they seem “too Chelsea,” whether they could be a prostitute in real life? But even more, can they be a prostitute in the movies? Does their body signify a selling of their bodies? More…