Today shall be spent on a shopping spree of epic proportions, since I have to outfit three films by… oh, say, TONIGHT.
Because producers seem to think we have money coming out of our ears and can afford to buy everything *before* we get the budget in our hands. Sigh.
It’s like, I love that I’m actually being paid to make and shop for pretty things, but all the joy is sucked out of it when you’re doing it at roadrunner speed with a looming deadline. And people wonder why I end up mail-ordering most of my own clothes.
And for those that are wondering, the films are about 1. punk rockers, 2. an artist and her parcel delivery man, and 3. a twilight-zonish barber. Hey, at least I’ve gotten out of the the KKK/slavery/Nazi rut, eh? 😀