"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?
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 - brbdancer@yahoo.com
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