The last couple of days have been absolutely insane, mostly due to my current gig on a much awaited and extremely expectations-ridden movie. As usual on set, there is lack of sleep, constant foot pain, greasy food (that I am trying not to touch) and ridiculously long days - we clocked in at 6:30AM yesterday, left at midnight and are going back ASAP when the sun rises today.
On the upside, however, there is also fantastic makeup, wildly weird hairstyles and, above all, a plethora of the most amazing fashions. The wardrobe collection spans neon PVC dresses, horsehair headpieces, armour bustiers, sequined jumpsuits, prints that you can't stop staring at, flapper glitter fringes, architectural heels, classic designer stilettos and all kinds of funky accessories.... being on set feels like watching a kitschy runway show, with the pieces being "modeled" by cynical, meal penalty counting SAG actors on the one hand, and starry-eyed non-union first-timers on the other.
What we all have in common, though, is a complete lack of shame pairing our glittery, ruffled, beaded getups with mis-matched footwear such as flip-flops, UGGS or even fuzzy indoor slippers, whenever a 5-minute break is getting called. Yes, that includes me. But before you judge, try walking in my Manolos for 17 hours straight. I might go barefoot today!
Below: outfit extravaganza.
Man in a Can, 57th & Madison. - Because we all need a break now and then.
4 years ago