I’ve been cleaning up my portfolio and putting together a nice website lately, and coming across some of these photos put a smile on my face. There’s nothing quite like independent filmmaking to bring out both your creative side and your survival instincts. Sometimes simultaneously.
Needed a summer job. Spent some time at Disney costuming on a lark. Got shown to a cabinet lined with boxes of Swarovskis, totaling probably more money than I’d ever see in my annual paycheck. Was told to “use these to make that dress sparkly again. They keep on falling off when the girls move around.” Must be nice to be a giant corporation.
Sanding the knees of costume pants to get them more aged-looking… with the actors still in them. (Hi, Sassy! :-D)
Working on a soundstage where the air is swarming with particles of brownie mix masquerading as dirt during an extended coal mining sequence. Deciding that boring white face masks were SO last season. (Hi, D! :-D)
Finding enough Elizabethan costumes for a whole party scene on severely limited cash… even as the producer was calling every other hour to say that he’d booked even MORE actors. Deadline: two days.
Running around the corner from an on-location shoot to find a perfectly matching purse for the heroine’s dress in a thrift shop… 10 minutes before the cameras started rolling.
This one’s not mine — it’s actually the incredibly enterprising R’s, when she was left in charge of the department whilst I was off taking care of school matters. Discovering that the KKK uniforms we were making needed badges, and realizing that we didn’t really know exactly what those badges looked like, she manages to track down a makeup girl with a smartphone and browses the web to find the perfect image. Then artistically replicates it with markers, glue and fabric to awesome effect less than an hour before it’s due to be seen on camera. Bravo, girl, bravo.
Bringing three sewing machines on location to a windy ranch in the boonies of Santa Clarita, because garments needed to be made and mended, darnit. Sewing aprons and robes in a sandstorm, surrounded by tarps held together with an intricate network of safety and clothing pins? Priceless.
Driving down a steep mountain cliff path that was clearly not meant for larger vehicles to a location deep in the Angeles National Forest. Then going back up that path in the pitch black post-midnight hours, after hearing that other cars had already almost fallen over the edge, balancing on three tires. Doing all this while simultaneously hopped up on coffee, immensely groggy, and shivering from the cold and fog. (Hi again, R! ;-D)
2. Hiding out in a car between killer bee attacks and gang shootouts, to film a short featuring kids and animals. (Holler at me for the password to that post, btw.)
Stampedes. And trying to decide whether to go after the kids or the equipment first if the cows started heading our way.