Scott’s Lonely Quarantine feat. Jerry & Gary

Quarantine has affected everyone in the world.  It’s created a weird time out phase for most, especially those in the entertainment industry.  Actors already lead a sort of solitary life but man, now that I have been quarantined in my apartment alone for 2 months it really messes with your mind.

When this thing began I knew I was going to need some sort of creative outlet.  But what can I do when I am by myself?  Well… I tend to pride myself on improv, comedy, and writing.  I went to film school so I know how to create content – so I figured okay, just make a one-man show BUT with characters.   A sort of sketch comedy told from the perspective of two roommates being quarantined together while their cameraman films the whole thing (and also quarantines with them).

Thus – I give you Jerry, Gary, and their cameraman Rick in “Scott’s Lonely Quarantine featuring Jerry and Gary.”

I made this for people to laugh – that’s all – so I hope you do.

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Episode 5: The Sitcom Special

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Here we go again!

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Scott’s Lonely Quarantine: Episode 2… a few words before if I may… | Life in quarantine is sort of the equivalent of hitting the pause button. Which, I’ve honestly wished for several times but it’s never what it seems, is it? Life can move so fast, sometimes the idea for things to just slow down, really sounded quite nice… but now we’ve hit this standstill – and there is so much negativity in front of us that it can be difficult to see positive, like the community that his risen together, side by side, balcony to balcony, meme to meme. | A quote by Steve Jobs has played in my mind during this time out, where he tells a graduation class from Stanford to, “Stay hungry. Stay foolish.” Well, it seems I am hungry all the time. Like all the fucking time. Quarantine diet is just eating, doesn’t matter what, just don’t stop shoveling snacks into your mouth. So, staying hungry, check, done. But the foolish part, that is a bit harder to accomplish. Serious times can cause serious demeanor – but we must remember, it’s okay to laugh, to smile, and be a little foolish. | Lastly, if I could, I would like to add one more bit to those words of advice, and that is, "Stay creative." Just because we are in a pause mode, doesn’t mean we can’t grow. Whether it’s to read a book, try a new recipe, or build a model rocket… anything, because we must realize this given time we have, it’s a gift, so try something you may not have otherwise… for instance, I am trying to embarrass myself as much as possible while creating these videos of me being the biggest fool… all the while eating a box of Cap’n Crunch and Cheeze-Its simultaneously. | Without further adieu, please enjoy Scott’s Lonely Quarantine: Episode 2. I hope you laugh, especially at my expense… my gift to you. I hope you smile. Otherwise I apologize for wasting 3 minutes of your time-out time.

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Self Tape – Comedy Scene (during quarantine)

Well, we could all use a little laugh.  I had a SAG workshop online and they had us do a self tape to send in to the casting director.  Rather than send an old tape, or even worse, ask a friend to come over and help, I did it myself (at home) and facetimed with a friend who read remotely.  Safety first, right?

It’s a fun two-minute scene and usually I would never post a self tape that isn’t professionally done, but hopefully we can let it slide during this time and enjoy content over production/sound quality… even though I admit the facetime reading seemed to work pretty well.

Anyways – if you have two minutes – check this little scene out.

“Porch Light” at Dances With Film Festival

The film Porch Light screened at the Dances With Film Festival in Hollywood at the Chinese Grauman’s Theater.

Scott plays one of the three main characters in the short film which has recently won the “Best Short Film” at the Omaha Film Festival.


Julia Bergeron

Europe, 2018-2019.

I went on a solo adventure to close out 2018 and open 2019.  Pictures can be seen on my instagram here and while I could write pages about the experience, I’ll just leave the words I wrote for when I came back to L.A and had a moment to look back:

“Paris. January 2019.
I love to take pictures. And I love to write. So if it’s okay with you (not that it matters it’s my social media, bitches) but I would like to say a couple words… I’m back in LA and slowly the pieces of myself are coming back together. You see, I left some of my laughter in Belgium, some of my awe in Potsdam, a bit of spirit in Switzerland, some curiosity in Germany, and a little piece of heart in France. When you travel you allow yourself to connect with these foreign cities. Strangers in a new land. You get drunk off the glowing lights and high on the voices of languages you don’t understand. And you simply connect. Little smiles. Glances. Thank you’s exchanged. These moments eclipsed in time that forever live on in your memory. A place you once were. A feeling you once had. If only for a brief moment, a page in your book of life was written in the ink of true adventure. And so I write and photograph, and it gives me peace knowing a part of me can forever hold onto these fading swells from a time that was nothing short of amazing. It was real. It happened. And I am so grateful. With that, I say, be kind. And adventure often. ❤️🌍”


‘Already Lucky’ Film Premier

Photos from the ‘Already Lucky‘ film premier.

Scott co-stars as the role of Jack.


Anthony Bourdain.

At 4:40AM my phone woke me with a text from a good friend.  At first, I thought, maybe he is traveling, or, maybe he is drunk.  Anything seemed more likely than what it actually was.  A text that read: “Dude Bourdain. So Sad. I know you were a fan too.”

I immediately went on CNN to see if it was true.  And it was.  So I read.  I watched clips.  And then I cried.  A lot.  And for a while I couldn’t stop.  Alone in my bed at 4:40 in the morning with heavy streams of tears coming down my cheeks, and deep inhalations of air as I tried to catch my breath as my mind crawled back in time, reliving a picture show of the memories Bourdain has given me and inspired me to create.  I had to stop but I couldn’t.  I wanted to sleep but couldn’t.  I wanted to hear it was a joke, but couldn’t.  So, I watched the sun come up from my bedroom window, I picked up my lap top, and I am doing the one thing that has always been there for me, and helped me through every tough time in my life… I am going to write.

Even now I have to take breaks to catch my sniffling breath, or rearrange the downward frown from my mouth as it bends into the shape of a horse shoe before a quick pool of tears overflows from my eyes.  It won’t stop.  I’ve always been emotional, but c’mon, this was Bourdain, this was my guy, this man who I never met yet changed my life completely.  He was my inspiration, my leader, and in some way he seemed like my friend.  He just didn’t know it, and now he won’t. And I will never get to say thank you.

When I was 7 years old I went to Jamaica.  I learned there is another world outside my suburban home.  When I was 21 I lived in Italy. I learned that food could change your world, and you could fall in love with a place.  When I was 23 I traveled for 10 days in Israel followed by a 3 month backing trip through Southeast Asia. I learned that there are places in the world no photo will ever do justice for, and that once again, you could fall in love not only with a place, but with a stranger you begin to travel with.  When I was 27 I went by myself to Peru, climbed Machu Picchu, learned that the world is far more beautiful than I could have ever imagined…

Then, I met a girl who asked me one simple question and the answer changed my life forever.

As we sat there on a little cramped balcony overlooking the town of Cusco, Peru, two cold beers in our hands, and two warms shots on the small table, she looked at me and asked, “What is your dream job?”  My response, which came suddenly and without hesitation, “To be like Anthony Bourdain.”

And that was it.  The beginning of a dramatic life change.

I came back home, applied to work for his company who unfortunately weren’t hiring, so I decided in Bourdain essence, to say fuck it, I’ll do it myself.  And thus began a journey of a show called Locals Only.  We did two full length episodes, some bite sized segments, some write ups and recipe videos and we got a good little run out of it.  I tried so hard to get to the next step, I really did.

I even quit my desk job at Mandeville Films/Disney Studios to pursue this food and travel dream.  But not before I did a road trip by myself through Costa Rica for a few weeks.  And then after I quit, I went on a three month road trip (where I was once again solo for most of it) from Los Angeles through the Pacific Northwest, up to Canada and then across Canada, and down through Mountain states camping in national parks along the way.  I drove over 4,000 miles, hit over 12 National Parks, and saw 7 states and 2 countries.  It was one of the happiest times in my life.

You see, I had this zest for life that I owed to Anthony Bourdain.  Because he inspired me to do more than what was thought normal, to take risks, to try new things, and to truly live a life that fills your heart with memories, and leaves pieces of your soul along the worn down road.  At the core of this whole thing was one simple idea he expressed… to simply see the world and learn from it.  He did that through travel, but he also expressed the notion that when you sit down to eat a table, it doesn’t matter what language you speak, you can share a meal and get to know someone.  Food is the universal language and thus we can combine food and travel so easily to create something beautiful.  And that is exactly what he did.  And it was beautiful.

He taught me my body is a theme park, not a museum.  He taught me that we are here for a good time, not a long time.  To get off my couch, to move, to explore, to love, to experience life and take it on a fucking journey.  And I am.  And I will be.

But he won’t.  Not anymore.  His journey ended today, leaving behind a daughter, and a job that so many people would do anything for.  And thus here I am writing my emotions into a blank page at 5:30 in the morning trying to cope with the news that one of my biggest heroes is dead.

I’ll never get to say it to you in person Mr. Bourdain, so I will say it here now.  Thank you.  Thank you for being you.  For being different.  For encouraging people to have a zest for life that advocated experience, culture, change, walking in other people’s shoes.  You not only made me a better person, you made the world a better place.  You made strangers come together who only had one thing in common, you.  Because everywhere we would go we’d see your books in the hands of travelers sitting down to breakfast,  or overhear quotes from you being passed along in buses,  read them written in travel blogs, or scrawled across hostel bed rooms and Lonely Planet guide books.  You gave rise to a generation of foodies and travel mongers, you gave us a captain to look up to, a tangible dream to go after.  You made it okay to get drunk, to cuss, to get tattoos, and ultimately to have some fucking fun in life.  You taught us to look outside the windows and stare deeply into the stars.

You changed my life Mr. Bourdain.  I wish we could have changed yours.

To anyone who reads this:  We’ve long been seeing a trend in suicide and while so many others have simple scrolled through social media without too much of my attention or emotion, this one truly hurt.  It broke my heart, and my heart hasn’t been broken in a long time.  Editing this now at 7:51AM and it still is hitting me in waves that fill my eyes in tears.   Please, if you are ever down, or feel like you’re in a darkened place where the light will never shine… call me.  I don’t give a fuck if I have not spoken to you in years.  In high school, I was on the poetry club, it doesn’t get much softer than that.  Talk about friend zone, I was known as a the “talking buddy,” meaning just that, I would have no problem talking in person about the deepest darkest secrets, or getting phone calls at 3 in the morning from a friend going through a tough time… and nothing has changed about me in that regard.  Please, don’t make a decision you won’t be able to reverse.  Please don’t let other people fall apart in the wake of your exit.  There is enough sadness in the word already, please, do not create more, but rather inspire change.  Everyone loves a comeback– but there is no coming back from suicide.  That is permanent.  And as you see – it can break someone’s heart, completely, even if you’ve never met.

Be good.  Be Kind.

“As you move through this life and this world you change things slightly, you leave marks behind, however small. And in return, life — and travel — leaves marks on you. Most of the time, those marks — on your body or on your heart — are beautiful. Often, though, they hurt.”

-Anthony Bourdain (June 25, 1956 – June 8, 2018)