Fairy Lust

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“Art is time, not time is money,” she says.

But all good things must come to an end. Two years ago, after her old man’s drinking got out of hand, Snowlake left the forest. She moved out to L.A. and reunited with her sister.

Illustration by Alie Ward

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Snowlake was drawn to Venice Beach, and before she acclimated properly to the city’s media-saturated atmosphere, she suffered a pretty hardcore celebrity crush on the actor Viggo Mortensen, thanks to his performance in The Lord of the Rings.

Surrounded by images of Mortensen on billboards and magazine covers, Snowlake was like a deer in headlights. She became convinced that she and Mortensen’s fairy king were soul mates and began, as she calls it, “semi-stalking” the actor/poet/photographer — trying to find out where he lives, reading books published by his company Perceval Press, attending his art openings and poetry readings. It wasn’t long before she discovered she wasn’t the only one.

“As I unfolded this obsession, [thinking], ‘I want to meet him’ . . . ‘We have so much in common,’ the universe was like, ‘This woman thinks that too. Andthis woman, and this woman . . . I met, like, so many women obsessed with him,” she laughs, cringing at the memory. “It was so embarrassing. I heard girls reading poems at Beyond Baroque and saying, ‘This is for Viggo.’?”

Snowlake met a filmmaker who broke up with her boyfriend on the slim chance that should she ever meet Mortensen she would be available. She also met a trust-fund beauty who purchased a mustang just so she could hire Mortensen’s horse trainer.

Her rudest awakening came while she was wading through the Topanga Creek hoping to find Mortensen’s home. Out there in the creek, she managed to attract her own creepy Topanga admirer.

“When I was stalking Viggo, I got stalked by a guy. And then I realized the whole stalking thing isn’t happening,” she says, laughing and looking down at the colorful collection of necklaces she wears around her neck. “It was totally one-sided. It’s like a virus.”

Now she says she is focusing on loving herself. She works in a raw-food restaurant, feeds the homeless on the Boardwalk with the group Food Not Bombs, and sells her mandala-painted rocks and other crafts, while trying to figure out how she might be able to raise $50 million to help buy her beloved Canadian forest. What she is not doing is obsessing on Mortensen; she figures there are enough girls out there doing that.

“I mean, do I really want to meet the man of my dreams with one foot over his back fence?”