In 1988, a woman sat in her apartment and wrote something in her personal journal. Not a grocery list. Not a diary entry. She wrote a series of prose affirmations, statements about the future she wanted, described as if they had already happened. She wrote about the books she would publish. The recognition she would…
In 1990, Jim Carrey was broke. Not “between gigs” broke. Not “waiting on a residual check” broke. Broke broke. He’d drive his beat-up Toyota up to Mulholland Drive after late-night comedy sets in LA, park overlooking the city lights, and just… visualize. Directors wanting to work with him. Producers calling his name. He did this…
In 1995, a guy named John Assaraf sat down at his kitchen table with a poster board, a stack of old magazines, and a pair of scissors. He cut out a photo of a house, a gorgeous estate he found in Dream Homes magazine. He didn’t know where the house was. He didn’t know how…