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Beautiful clear Spring colours. Sigh. Bougainvillea. Hibiscus. Other little climby things with names that I don’t know. They remind me of a shoot I did with Madalina a couple of weeks ago that I can’t show you properly yet. They make me think of other shoots that I will do using these strong pinks in combination with knocked back, faded peach and, maybe, some silver.
Above is an out take of beautiful Madalina from the story we shot last week. Head over to the portfolio section to have a look at the finished product.
It’s a little bit paparazzi, a little bit documentary in feel. The two (already fabulous) models are playing the parts of ultra super amazing fabulous stars captured on film, sometimes unawares, sometimes intentionally.
Always, I would hope, beautifully.
It was one of those running to catch up kind of days (which is to say that someone let me down very badly and the rest of us had to work twice as hard to compensate) (let’s not go there) (Oh, you know what, it happens). But the beauty of this was that we had such an outstanding team that we all really pulled together as a result. Which was actually pretty amazing.
I just sang my Kelly Clarkson anthem and got on with it, what doesn’t kill you makes you strooooonger, right?
Yes, OK, sorry, you didn’t need to hear that.
Anyway, it was a shoot with the very beautiful (and, frankly, super hot) Madalina who you’ve met here before and, oh, yes, him. Mr Moody soulful eyes up there. Now I don’t want to burst your bubble or anything but he is actually proper lovely. Smiley, polite all that. I know! My job is great.
So before I get too carried away with all this hanging out with the cool kids thing, I have to say that I really managed to display my age on this shoot, and not just once.
Let us count the ways…
1. I say, “right let’s start over here I just need to get a Polaroid for the light”
Two models who have only ever worked digitally look at me with (beautiful but) entirely blank expressions.
I translate. They look at me blankly some more, then give me a small sympathetic smile.
2. I say “I need you to have that whole Christie Brinkley, most popular girl in school vibe” (yes, I know, people talk a load of rubbish in fashion when they’re trying to explain their vision).
I get the beautiful and blank (see above).
I turn to Mark, my wonderful hairdresser and general partner in crime. “You know Christie Brinkley, right?”
He looks apologetic, “Nope, no idea, sorry.”
“Billy Joel? Uptown girl? He wrote that about her?”
Madalina, bless her cotton socks, says “Oh! I love Billy Joel”
Oh my God, my job sucks.
OK, so at this point, we’re just hoping the pictures are good.
I’m halfway through the edit, I’ll post what I can soon, watch this space…
After a really good break (and a whole lotta Christmas themed chocolate, I mean really) the time comes to be planning some of that exciting new year work.
Well the time came.
And, well, the time continued to tick as I slunk back into bed with a horrible bout of flu and stayed there for several days. I know really that it’s my own fault for being smug about not getting any of the nasty bugs that have been going around. ‘Noro virus? Oh poor you darling, no, no, I’m healthy. No problems here.’ Damn you karma.
Anyway, today is a better day and you know what, I may get knocked down but I get up again. (Even if I am a slightly more wobbly and pale version of my former self.) The down side is that it’s left me with that nagging feeling that I’m already behind. So, time to crack on with getting some proper work underway.
And first up that means one thing, casting.
Watch out Premier, I’m coming…