I don’t know what my sister was thinking, but she got sent off to an all-girls Catholic school.Somehow, those girls figured out how to sneak out the window at night and go hang out with punk rockers. It was around 1982—a different world, a louder world. I wasn’t there for that part. I only heard the stories later. But when I would come back from Japan, I would meet my sister in San Gabriel. She was living in this little house with the drummer for a band called Decry. His name was Rodney Dean, and their song “Fallen” was a hit on the local scene. I still know the words by heart. My sister was only sixteen.Pretty soon, she got pregnant. I went back to Japan again, chasing my own dreams, but when I returned, there was a baby. My nephew.I took that baby to Kmart and let him fill up the shopping cart like it was Christmas. I took him to Bob’s Big Boy and watched him smile with chocolate on his face. I guess, in my own way, I stepped into the role of aunt—and maybe a little bit of protector. My sister had turned punk rock by then.She did the hair, the clothes, the attitude. He had the leather jacket, the drums, and that wild energy that came with the music. And me?I wanted to belong. I think I dated the singer for a minute, just so I could be part of the group. Nothing serious. I just wanted to be close to the music, the noise, the excitement of it all. One time, I marched into the radio station—106.7 FM in Los Angeles—Rodney on the Rock.I banged on the studio door with their cassette tape in my hand. The DJ opened the door and looked at me like I was crazy.“What do you want?” he asked. “Will you please listen to this?” I said.“This is my sister’s husband’s band.” He told me to come in and sit on his lap.I remember thinking, Oh boy, here we go. But I did it anyway. I had long hair back then—I refused to cut it—but I dressed punk rock to fit in. He looked at me and said,“You’re so beautiful.” I smiled politely and said,“Thank you. But will you please play the song?”

In my new anime-style video, I’m sitting in a director’s chair — cameras in hand — then I walk away… only to turn back for one last close-up. And I want to ask you something before I tell the story. When you hear those words… “I Escaped Hollywood Barely” What do you think I mean? What do you imagine I barely escaped from? Sometimes the audience sees things the writer doesn’t even realize yet — and I’m curious what you feel when you hear it. One small clue: At some point, I stopped being in front of the camera… and stepped behind it instead. Tell me what you think. 🎥✨

I am in L.A., and there is a storm. I may lose power as the Premier of my short film "Never Alone: Model Call is ready. I am putting the link here now. Please follow the link to my Messenger. Video edited by @Roman Mitchell youtube.com/watch?si=RFTQX1lJB6uiI5R3&fbclid=IwY2xjawO43NBleHRuA2FlbQIxMABicmlkETFPc1hFQlNjTWtYMG5NV3lwc3J0YwZhcHBfaWQQMjIyMDM5MTc4ODIwMDg5MgABHiCcm8LXBP4UCb4YHv-HvOF2gfSjYuuYzsvUmhIyiqOCzJ5EUjcvmfM_ez_R_aem_1TABUCv7X8pKnPryNYmjvQ&v=Y_33QRmMGE8&feature=youtu.be

Behind the scenes of my book ✨ I just posted a short clip that looks like me sitting in a director’s chair — but in anime form. Here’s why: As I write my book, "I escaped Hollywood, barely", I’m experimenting with something new — using my real photos and turning them into anime-style moments to help tell the story visually. I’m literally watching my memories come alive: • real experiences • real images • reimagined through anime • while I’m still writing the book It’s part memoir, part visual storytelling, part creative experiment — and I’m loving the process. I’m curious 👇 What do you think of mixing real life + anime to tell a true story? Comment below — I’m building this in real time.

🌸 A true story… told by the girl who lived it. I’m writing my book Kuri-chan: Adventures of an American Model in Japan, a true memoir of how I left Hollywood at 14, landed in Tokyo, and became an international model in the 1980s. Every chapter you read here is part of my real life — raw, wild, beautiful, painful, and miraculous. If you want to read along as I write the book in real time, help me shape chapters, give feedback, and be part of this journey… ✨ Join my Skool community! I’m doing a Black Friday Special — FREE! Inside the club you can: - Read every new chapter as I write it - Watch behind-the-scenes content - Help edit and shape the book - Ask questions about modeling, Japan, Hollywood, and the industry - Be part of the creative process with me This is a rare chance to be inside the writing of a real memoir — from the drafts to the finished chapters. If you’ve been following my story, or you just love true Hollywood/Japan adventures… come join us. 💖 Click to join for FREE (Black Friday only!) Let’s write this book together.