Friday, 22 April 2011

Lights, Camera, Body Bag

"So I've been up in Hollywood all day and I still can't find a body bag...":  this was the Future Director's preoccupation earlier this week as I worked my way through a foot-long hot-dog.  "Really, you would think that in this town it would be easy.  I mean, I have the syringes and the drugs already."  

Now, before you start freaking out thinking that this has become a 'snuff blog', be reassured that this is in fact, all in the name of art.  Namely, the art of visual fiddling (Woody Allen, Francis Ford Coppola, Orson Welles:  fiddlers all).
Lest I digress (snuff and fiddling in the same sentence, that should cause some interesting traffic on Google), let me tell you that this was for a 60-SECOND movie.  Yet it took all day.  And apart from actively ravishing some chicken wings (we were in Compton, of course there was good chicken...) my job as set-bitch assistant to the Future Director involved the following:  cleaning the floor, flower arranging, being a plastic surgeon and a hair-stylist, wardrobe-monkey and er, my personal favourite, dog-sitting (really, the dogs in this town:  so tired).
Honestly, this thing spent more time attached to my boob than... let's just leave it at than.

Anyway, it is going to be one hell of a one-minute movie, you can be certain of that.  Of course, I'll let you judge for yourself:

Did you guess it was about the dangers of Hollywood?

1 comment:

  1. Hi! This is so random but I met you at Shelly's dance store in Westwood a long time ago and you gave me your card to grab coffee sometimes. We were both trying on the dance shoes, p.s. hope your ballet shoes were a good choice since I urged you to get them! haha Anyways.. I completely lost your card a while back but remembered the title of your blog - good choice.. it's a great and catchy title. If you'd still like to grab a coffee shoot me an email and I will send you my number. I'm always reluctant to send it through the internet. Hope all is well. email -