Pics from my film debut:
I told you the dress was pretty! The costumer loved this dress and was so happy that it made it into the scenes that we filmed. She changed my shoes at the last minute, so my feet didn't hurt nearly as much as I thought they would. Everyone was so great and treated us so well! My makeup lady was very nice and told me that I had good skin (!!) I also had a very nice treat in that the hair folks were grossly understaffed for the day, so a couple of the principal hairdressers came over to our tent and pitched in. I had a very famous hairdresser style my hair -- he was totally old school, smelled like cigarettes and wore sunglasses indoors at 8am -- but he was so kind and he LOVED my hair color. He thought, at first, that it must surely be my own -- but it is SO not!
(Confession: Actually, I budget a ridiculous amount of money in order to achieve this shade of warm, reddish brown -- but it looks great under stage lights and I always get compliments from industry people. I'm hoping that the investment pays off and someday it gets me a commercial or lucrative print job. Holla to Timothy John Salon!!)
We were shooting a wedding and reception in Prospect Park, Brooklyn. It was supposed to represent Paris in 1948. Um -- I haven't mentioned that my call time was 6am? Oh, yeah, I live in QUEENS. An hour and fifteen minutes by subway if you are lucky and make all your connctions and the trains are running on time. I woke up at 4:15 and was out the door at 4:35am. I checked in with the AD at 5:58am. Just made it!
All the costumes and props were authentic. It's amazing the amount of detail that major film companies put into their work -- I'm surprised they didn't actually shoot the scenes in Paris, with the amount of money rumored to be invested in this film!
This is the Oriental Pavillion where we shot the reception scene. The garden wedding set was just off camera to the left. We spent most of the day shooting the reception. There was alot of dancing and cavorting and crossing in front of the cameras while laughing, smoking and drinking. Oh, those French people circa 1948 -- They are so gay, non?
I am sitting in the front row of the wedding right next to the father of the groom. I am hoping I make it onto the screen in that scene because I am sitting right next to a principal actor and my dress is a solid salmon pink, which is easy to spot! The actor I was sitting next to decided (during one of our long waits) that I must surely be his niece and surely I recited a verse or a poem earlier in the ceremony, since I was sitting next to him in my pretty pink dress and I wasn't paired up with a husband or anything.
I'm not usually a Pretty Pink Dress wearer, but I have to say: the Pretty Pink Dress circa 1948 kinda RULES.
...okay, except in the reception scene. My dress was A-line and not twirly enough to work it out on the dance floor. I did some walking and flirting with a champagne flute in hand instead.
Oh! But here's a funny:
During one of the waiting periods, the AD was trying to gather up the dancing talent for a second shot from a different angle. He walked by me, stopped, thought for a moment and asked, "Are you a dancer?"
I cheerfully replied (with utter conviction), "No sir, I am a DRINKER."
Which received a small guffaw from Meryl -- woo!!
(You can see her in this last picture -- the very tall woman in ivory is Jane Lynch (she is crazy nice) and Ms. Streep is in light blue to the right. She was very patient and gracious, despite the fact that it was a long day and somewhat chilly to be working outside. All the principal actors were very nice and not at all stuck up toward us extras. Rightly so -- we were real troopers!)
I told you the dress was pretty! The costumer loved this dress and was so happy that it made it into the scenes that we filmed. She changed my shoes at the last minute, so my feet didn't hurt nearly as much as I thought they would. Everyone was so great and treated us so well! My makeup lady was very nice and told me that I had good skin (!!) I also had a very nice treat in that the hair folks were grossly understaffed for the day, so a couple of the principal hairdressers came over to our tent and pitched in. I had a very famous hairdresser style my hair -- he was totally old school, smelled like cigarettes and wore sunglasses indoors at 8am -- but he was so kind and he LOVED my hair color. He thought, at first, that it must surely be my own -- but it is SO not!
(Confession: Actually, I budget a ridiculous amount of money in order to achieve this shade of warm, reddish brown -- but it looks great under stage lights and I always get compliments from industry people. I'm hoping that the investment pays off and someday it gets me a commercial or lucrative print job. Holla to Timothy John Salon!!)
We were shooting a wedding and reception in Prospect Park, Brooklyn. It was supposed to represent Paris in 1948. Um -- I haven't mentioned that my call time was 6am? Oh, yeah, I live in QUEENS. An hour and fifteen minutes by subway if you are lucky and make all your connctions and the trains are running on time. I woke up at 4:15 and was out the door at 4:35am. I checked in with the AD at 5:58am. Just made it!
All the costumes and props were authentic. It's amazing the amount of detail that major film companies put into their work -- I'm surprised they didn't actually shoot the scenes in Paris, with the amount of money rumored to be invested in this film!
This is the Oriental Pavillion where we shot the reception scene. The garden wedding set was just off camera to the left. We spent most of the day shooting the reception. There was alot of dancing and cavorting and crossing in front of the cameras while laughing, smoking and drinking. Oh, those French people circa 1948 -- They are so gay, non?
I am sitting in the front row of the wedding right next to the father of the groom. I am hoping I make it onto the screen in that scene because I am sitting right next to a principal actor and my dress is a solid salmon pink, which is easy to spot! The actor I was sitting next to decided (during one of our long waits) that I must surely be his niece and surely I recited a verse or a poem earlier in the ceremony, since I was sitting next to him in my pretty pink dress and I wasn't paired up with a husband or anything.
I'm not usually a Pretty Pink Dress wearer, but I have to say: the Pretty Pink Dress circa 1948 kinda RULES.
...okay, except in the reception scene. My dress was A-line and not twirly enough to work it out on the dance floor. I did some walking and flirting with a champagne flute in hand instead.
Oh! But here's a funny:
During one of the waiting periods, the AD was trying to gather up the dancing talent for a second shot from a different angle. He walked by me, stopped, thought for a moment and asked, "Are you a dancer?"
I cheerfully replied (with utter conviction), "No sir, I am a DRINKER."
Which received a small guffaw from Meryl -- woo!!
(You can see her in this last picture -- the very tall woman in ivory is Jane Lynch (she is crazy nice) and Ms. Streep is in light blue to the right. She was very patient and gracious, despite the fact that it was a long day and somewhat chilly to be working outside. All the principal actors were very nice and not at all stuck up toward us extras. Rightly so -- we were real troopers!)
