My American Sweetheart by JM Darling 7/4/12

We shot these on location in West Palm Beach, Florida.

My American Sweetheart, by JM Darling featuring Sovereign SyreThese photos mean alot to me.

It’s hard to describe the unique phenomenon to both be both an insider and outsider to this country at the same time. Growing up an “international” (Brit Dad, Filipino/Chinese/Russian mother) on a sailboat sailing to over 60 countries taught me to blend in real quick, especially if it meant I could be around pretty lasses on stable shore. I did visit the States in small pockets of time, a year here and there and did some schooling here too once.

I had a few years of schooling in the US. In Florida. I had a best friend, Kent, we’d romp around sandboxes and play Star Wars.  I was head over heels in love with his sister Heather a couple years older than me. The three of us would carouse in the pool, play Star Wars (I was always jockeying to be Han to her Lea but ended up an Ewok or whatever Chewbacca was) as well as racing through the steamy Flordian woods. She was dark haired and ivory skinned and would call me to join her up in a tree to eat an icicle. Roger shared his vast toy collection and got me in the Cub (Boy?) Scouts. I think. They don’t have this in Bay of Biscaye, just waves and death.

Heather however was blossoming quick, being a couple years older and caught the attention of a blonde blue eyed apple pie strapping boy. They were soon going “steady” and I was crushed. No one knew of course and it would only a given that Kent and I were asked to guard the house while they kissed on the roof. We’re all friends right? I immediately hated this.

I played my one and only game of baseball that summer (still don’t get it). One of the kids accidentally batted a ball through someone’s window and, without warning, the irate owner bolted out and immediately spanked the boy over his knee and left without warning. The whole incident happened so fast everyone was dumbfounded. I took the lead in righteous indignation, seeing an opportunity to posture:

Me: “If that was me, I’d take this bat and BASH him!!! (referring to the spank giving adult). “Like this!!”

And without thinking, I swiftly and deftly demonstrated by swinging down the baseball bat smack down onto Heather’s head.

I didn’t mean to do that…

All I remember is screams, some blood and then a posse of 6 boys pummeling the life out of me. Then blackout.

When I woke I was along on a bloody, empty baseball field Heather and Kent bringing me me to.

She knew I hadn’t meant to hurt her and lifted me to my knees. Turns out I was more hurt than she. Three of us hobbled home to her house where she lied and told her father she fell off her bike, I think.  I just remember those siblings getting in more trouble than me and that’s not too good, is it? sorry…

I sailed away for good at the end of summer but the flavors of sunny summer, free spirited youths and American innocence have always romanced me. I’ve come back as an adult to experience America. And a few American beauties.

Sovereign is a mercurial actress, easily morphing from the vampy vixen you all know her to be, but just as well into the most precious, open hearted, vulnerable beauty.

Click on the pictures to enlarge, they’re enjoyed better that way.

Happy Fourth of July, friends.

2 Comments on My American Sweetheart by JM Darling 7/4/12

  1. Lara LaMont // July 5, 2012 at 10:33 pm // Reply

    Coca-Cola, .Sovereign Syre. Red Cross (I am Former Blood Banker) Ice Cream. Riding Bikes.The Beach. America.
    Coke is my Greatest Vice, my Greatest addiction, my Nectar.

    ” What’s great about this country is that America started the tradition where the richest consumers buy essentially the same things as the poorest. You can be watching TV and see Coca-Cola, and you know that the President drinks Coke, Liz Taylor drinks Coke, and just think, you can drink Coke, too. A Coke is a Coke and no amount of money can get you a better Coke than the one the bum on the corner is drinking. All the Cokes are the same and all the Cokes are good. Liz Taylor knows it, the President knows it, the bum knows it, and you know it.”

    Andy Warhol


  2. kencredible // July 6, 2012 at 12:22 am // Reply


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