I am Julie Brister. I’m an actor, writer and improv teacher living
in Los Angeles. I’m writing a novel. I like campfires, strong
coffee, board games, super spicy Thai food, desert jaunts, creepy
puppets, cats, wearing socks wrong side out, California living,
napkins, artsy fartsy stuff, reading novels, the caramel corn at the
Arclight, all kinds of music, your doggy, binge-watching TV, vegetable
purees, French pop, cotton percale sheets, horses, good weird art,
gulpy summer wine, skulls, comfy shoes, chile rellenos, bold
accessories, my wonderful dog Wolfgang, Jacaranda trees, lakeside
vacations, Kubrick, true crime stories, croissants, green and woodsy
smells, funky cowboy boots, redwood trees, Trader Joe’s,
eavesdropping on people arguing in public, Bach, travel fantasies,
groovy rugs, dining al fresco, ee cummings, memories of camp, saffron,
long chats, hummingbirds, mean old nuns, old timey stuff, cloudy days,
art deco LA, vintage cocktails, scary things, drive-thru car washes,
bougie candles, Antiques Roadshow, dusk, english muffins, squeezy
hugs, fluffy towels, Diane Arbus, Frito pie, thunderstorms,
Victoriana, cinnamon, Mexican knick knacks, schadenfreude, owls, good
manners, Texas, interesting pottery, cooking for friends, lists, NPR,
road trips, orange and chocolate together, good stemware, layering,
Southern literature, New Orleans, people watching, Hitchcock movies,
paint by numbers, Japanese incense, needle crafts, Nazi documentaries
and cheese. I dislike d-bags, j-holes and flip flops. email:
juliebrister@gmail.com
